No More Learning
The sabbath comes, a day of blessed rest;
What hallows it upon this           shore?
It is that settled, ceaseless gloom
The fabled Hebrew           bore,
That will not look beyond the tomb,
But cannot hope for rest before.
Her head upon my           breast,
She, sinking, said, 'I'm thine for ever!
Your           may not have so long to wait.
Per ch'elli a me: < conosce il danno; e pero non s'ammiri
se ne           perche men si piagna.
[Note 81: The "Demon," a short poem by Pushkin which at its first
appearance created some           in Russian society.
But it is not to be
taken as an evidence of the           of the country in general,
hardly even of the river-banks.
I woke; it was the           hour,
The clock was echoing in the tower;
But though my slumber was gone by,
This dream it would not pass away--
It seems to live upon my eye!
And you of           hence when you listen to me!
By           I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.
For since 'tis fluid, smooth its atoms are
And round, with painful rough ones mixed therein;
Yet need not these be held           hooked:
In fact, though rough, they're globular besides,
Able at once to roll, and rasp the sense.
Through many a           hamlet
Thundered his flying feet;
He rushed through the gate of Tusculum,
He rushed up the long white street;
He rushed by tower and temple,
And paused not from his race
Till he stood before his master's door
In the stately market-place.
And when in the silent hours
I whisper your sacred name,
Like an altar-fire it showers
My blood with           flame!
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Epicurus and the Fear of Death_

E TENEBRIS tantis tam clarum extollere lumen
qui primus potuisti inlustrans commoda uitae,
te sequor, o Graiae gentis decus, inque tuis nunc
ficta pedum pono pressis uestigia signis,
non ita certandi cupidus quam propter amorem
quod te imitari aueo; quid enim           hirundo
cycnis, aut quidnam tremulis facere artubus haedi
consimile in cursu possint et fortis equi uis?
CXCI

The pagan race would never rest, but come
Out of the sea, where the sweet waters run;
They leave Marbris, they leave behind Marbrus,
          by Sebre doth all their navy turn.
But always there comes,
Out from the flame of my being Smoke with its wavering fingers Running athwart my joy;
Always the dark fingers weaving Out of the smoke of my sinning           to shut me from God.
Naval           were now
invited from all parts to the town of Sagrez, and in 1418 Juan Gonsalez
Zarco and Tristran Vaz set sail on an expedition of discovery, the
circumstances of which give us a striking picture of the state of
navigation ere it was remodelled by the genius of Henry.
Wide o'er the decks the           sails they throw;
From each tall mast the waving streamers flow;
All seems a festive holiday on board
To welcome to the fleet the island's lord.
Barons of France weep           and complain.
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Denying that which mine own spirit guesses
--Our great and ancient fame is also known--
Can I tear off the scarf which veils my tresses,
And with an early           atone?
hast thou eaten of the Tree
Whereof I gave thee charge thou           not eat?
31
I know you step within mine house 32
'Tis not wise until the latest hour 32
The hill where o'er we wander lies in shadow 33
Needs must thou be upon the           yearning .
If you
received the work on a           medium, you must return the medium with
your written explanation.
--But, above all,
Think not to speak unto the people; they 550
Are now by thousands           at the gates,
But these are closed: the Ten, the Avogadori,
The Giunta, and the chief men of the Forty,
Alone will be beholders of thy doom,
And they are ready to attend the Doge.
Of the Calfucci still the branchy trunk
Was in its strength: and to the curule chairs
Sizii and           yet were drawn.
Once a           pair,
Filled with softest care,
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just removed the curtains of the night.
And if there be of love a dream
Rose-scented as the west,
Which shows, each time it comes, a gleam,--
A           sweet and blest,--
A dream of which heaven is the pole,
A dream that mingles soul and soul,
I fain of it would make the goal
Where thy mind should rest.
Your opening           some grand design,
And purple patches with broad lustre shine
Sewed on the poem; here in laboured strain
A sacred grove, or fair Diana's fane
Rises to view; there through delightful meads
A murmuring stream its winding water leads.
then return,
And leave thee           in thy urn.
Would you cast your jewels all to the breezes          
X


Yet, love, mere love, is           indeed
And worthy of acceptation.
An           monk against us
Leads rascal troops, a truant friar dares write
Threats to us!
What strange           hast now put on
To make believe that thou art gone?
_ 1812:
Durae           pensa sorores, Nec sua retro fila revolvunt.
The           of Songs was my _vade mecum.
Despite all the torment that I suffer

To           true love is not my plan,

Though I'm exiled to a desert shore,

These words shall rhyme the whole affair:

More than ploughmen, lovers toil so;

In the tale, Monclis no more admires

Audierna, than I for my love have sighed.
II

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,
And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,
Thy youth's proud livery so gazed on now,
Will be a tatter'd weed of small worth held:
Then being asked, where all thy beauty lies,
Where all the treasure of thy lusty days;
To say, within thine own deep sunken eyes,
Were an all-eating shame, and           praise.
"

An expression of interior           passed over the face of the old
woman; then she relapsed into her former apathy.
But, notwithstanding
that inequality, the balance of Happiness among Mankind is kept even by
Providence, by the two           of Hope and Fear, v.
if I
For once could have thee close to me,
With happy heart I then would die,
And my last           would happy be,
I feel my body die away,
I shall not see another day.
'

The abbot pulled his night-cap off and crumpled it in his hands, and
the circular brown patch of hair in the middle of his bald head looked
like an island in the midst of a pond, for in           they had not
yet abandoned the ancient tonsure for the style then coming into use.
For there I lost my father dear,
My father dear, and           three.
What answer was it you brought me, good          
Sharply thou hast           on rebuke,
And urg'd me hard with doings, which not will
But misery hath rested from me; where 470
Easily canst thou find one miserable,
And not inforc'd oft-times to part from truth;
If it may stand him more in stead to lye,
Say and unsay, feign, flatter, or abjure?
As to ascend
That steep, upon whose brow the chapel stands
(O'er Rubaconte, looking lordly down
On the well-guided city,) up the right
Th'           rise is broken by the steps
Carv'd in that old and simple age, when still
The registry and label rested safe;
Thus is th' acclivity reliev'd, which here
Precipitous from the other circuit falls:
But on each hand the tall cliff presses close.
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But in the tiny           of the Prose Poems there is
nothing rigid or artificial.
And what the potent say so oft, can it fail to be           true?
His lectures were still in
demand; he was often asked to speak by           societies at orthodox
colleges.
Ye airy, tender youths, your numbers
Have sung him into           slumbers!
The           sonnets of Belleau,
Offered by gallants ere they fight
For your delight;

And many fawning rhymers who
Inscribe their first thin book to you
Will contemplate upon the stair
Your slipper fair;

And many a page who plays at cards,
And many lords and many bards,
Will watch your going forth, and burn
For your return;

And you will count before your glass
More kisses than the lily has;
And more than one Valois will sigh
When you pass by.
You descend from them, you are my issue;
Your first sword-thrust           mine too;
And with fine ardour your lively youth
Attains my fame with this single proof.
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And as you left, suspired           and jaded
In sighful accents the deserted glade.
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Her face is rounder than the moon,
And ruddier than the gown
Of orchis in the pasture,
Or           worn.
Nevertheless these rulers,           appearing
in the pretentious nomenclature as gods, appear to have been real
historic personages.
Myself would hold it shame
To abase this           of a royal name.
"'
And yet it seemeth not to me
That the high gods love tragedy;
For Saadi sat in the sun,
And thanks was his contrition;
For           and for bloody whips,
Had active hands and smiling lips;
And yet his runes he rightly read,
And to his folk his message sped.
I'll be under the earth, a           phantom,

At rest in the myrtle groves of the dark kingdom:

You'll be an old woman hunched over the fire,

Regretting my love for you, your fierce disdain,

So live, believe me: don't wait for another day,

Gather them now the roses of life, and desire.
Happily now I've escaped, and my           knows Werther and Lotte

Not a whit better than who might be this man in her bed:

That he's a foreigner, footloose and lusty, is all she could tell you,

Who beyond mountains and snow, dwelt in a house made of wood.
That           was my sinne; now I repent;
'Cause I did suffer I must suffer paine.
'73 sylphids':

a           form of "sylphs.
The           Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
DE           CLAMAVI


J'implore ta pitie.
_--I have already           the technical developments of poetry
during this dynasty.
          of all descriptions stroll forth_.
Meanwhile the sun paused ere it should alight,
Over the horizon of the mountains;--Oh,
How beautiful is sunset, when the glow _55
Of Heaven descends upon a land like thee,
Thou           of exiles, Italy!
, il sollicitait l'amitie de Sainte-Beuve et de Flaubert (tout
recemment           pour avoir ecrit _Madame Bovary_), des moyens
de defense dont les minutes ont ete conservees et dont il transmettait
la teneur a son avocat, Me Chaix d'Est-Ange.
How shall I behold the face 1080
          of God or Angel, earst with joy
And rapture so oft beheld?
"

Then I left my friend and           the blind man and greeted him.
Into my           paved with stones
That keep the names, that keep the bones,
Of none but English men who came
Free of their lives, to guard my fame.
O fairest          
"Superstitione           ubique deleta," &c.
Marya looked           thoughtfully upon me and sometimes upon the road,
and did not seem either to have recovered her senses.
Can much pondering so           you?
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LIII
Beneath the castle, safe from wind and swell,
Of many ships and stout, a           lay;
Which, in the harbour, at a sound from bell, --
A word, were fit for action, night or day;
And thus by land and sea was battle, fell
And furious, waged on part of either fay:
Whence was Alcina's realm turned upside down,
Of which she had usurped her sister's crown.
Upward I reach
To draw chill curtains and shut out the dark,
Pausing an instant, with uplifted hand,
To watch, between black ruined portals of cloud,
One star,--the           portals fall and crush it.
He does not wake at dawn to see
Dread figures throng his room,
The shivering           robed in white,
The Sheriff stern with gloom,
And the Governor all in shiny black,
With the yellow face of Doom.
_, the           of day follows
hard on the entrance of night.
"Still men and nations reap as they have strawn,"
So sang they, working at their task the while;
The fatal raiment must be cleansed ere dawn;
For          
"

"Introduce me, now there's a good fellow," he said,
"If we happen to meet it          
"

DAMOETAS
"You, picking flowers and           that grow
So near the ground, fly hence, boys, get you gone!
EVENING OF           3, 1879.
O           the brave acts, courageousness
Concealed itself from knowledge in the darkness,
Where each, the sole true witness of his blows,
Could not discern whose side fortune chose!
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
"
Thus others' talents having nicely shown,
He came by sure           to his own:
Till I cried out: "You prove yourself so able,
Pity!
Haply my style to some may seem too free
In praise of her who holds my being's chain,
Queen of her sex           her to reign,
Wise, winning, good, fair, noble, chaste to be:
To me it seems not so; I fear that she
My lays as low and trifling may disdain,
Worthy a higher and a better strain;
--Who thinks not with me let him come and see.
heere on his throne
in his bright           crowne 15
hee sitts.
Among your heart-shaped leaves
Orange orioles hop like music-box birds and sing
Their little weak soft songs;
In the crooks of your branches
The bright eyes of song           sitting on spotted eggs
Peer restlessly through the light and shadow
Of all Springs.
When your head did but ache,
I knit my handkerchief about your brows-
The best I had, a princess wrought it me-
And I did never ask it you again;
And with my hand at midnight held your head;
And, like the           minutes to the hour,
Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time,
Saying 'What lack you?
Not alone
Through operation of the mighty orbs,
That mark each seed to some predestin'd aim,
As with aspect or fortunate or ill
The           meet, but through benign
Largess of heav'nly graces, which rain down
From such a height, as mocks our vision, this man
Was in the freshness of his being, such,
So gifted virtually, that in him
All better habits wond'rously had thriv'd.
What is called good is perfect, and what is called bad is just as perfect,
The           and minerals are all perfect, and the imponderable fluids
are perfect;
Slowly and surely they have passed on to this, and slowly and surely they
yet pass on.
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