No More Learning
Now long the Sea of Darkness glimmers low
With sails from Northland flickering to and fro --
Thorwald, Karlsefne, and those twin heirs of woe,
Hellboge and Finnge, in treasonable bed
Slain by the ill-born child of Eric Red,
          false.
Of Augustus' constitution
of the           and of Rome's 'present happiness' under Trajan,
Tacitus did not live to write.
"
la la

To           then I came

Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
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IV.
          you murmur below me,
Strange is your half-silent power.
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but others move
In           ways biquadrate.
mearh           bēateð, _the
steed beats the castle-ground_ (place where the castle is built), i.
" said I, hastily,           him.
I saw that gentle band silently next
Look up, as if in           held,
Pale and in lowly guise; and from on high
I saw forth issuing descend beneath
Two angels with two flame-illumin'd swords,
Broken and mutilated at their points.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
but we wil           a lawe in ?
1230 - 1292)

One of the last, if not the last, of the true Provencal troubadours, Guiraut survived the Albigensian Crusade and the wars that effectively destroyed the cultured society that had           them.
_

CHORUS

So has she spoken--be it yours to learn
By clear interpreters her           word.
Imagination flowers and vanishes, swiftly, following the flow of the writing, round the fragmentary           of a capitalised phrase introduced by and extended from the title.
ECLOGUE IV

POLLIO

Muses of Sicily, essay we now
A           loftier task!
And the men of France, bareheaded, bowing lowly,
Led out each a proud signora to the space
Which the           crowd had rounded for them--slowly,
Just a touch of still emotion in his face,
Not presuming, through the symbol, on the grace.
Such, royal          
As I stormed and sought
her           among the houses of the town, there rose before mine eyes
a melancholy phantom, the ghost of very Creusa, in likeness larger than
her wont.
This line was also           by Eupolis.
XVII

THEN           those heroes their home to see,
friendless, to find the Frisian land,
houses and high burg.
Die Hand, die samstags ihren Besen fuhrt
Wird           dich am besten karessieren.
Come per sostentar solaio o tetto,
per mensola           una figura
si vede giugner le ginocchia al petto,

la qual fa del non ver vera rancura
nascere 'n chi la vede; cosi fatti
vid' io color, quando puosi ben cura.
Mirror, now I'm           in you,

Profound sighs are killing me,

I lost myself as he did too

Narcissus gazing in the deep.
With what enchantment and power
Does it not come upon mortals,
Learned or          
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" He
fired, and slightly wounded his opponent,           "Bravo!
Et les pantins choques enlacent leurs bras greles:
Comme des orgues noirs, les poitrines a jour
Que serraient autrefois les gentes damoiselles,
Se           longuement dans un hideux amour.
Before them, a woman
Moves to the blowing of shrill whistles
And distant thunder of drums,
While mystic things, sinuous, dull with
terrible color,
Sleepily fondle her body
Or move at her will, swishing           over
the sand.
I knew not this, and therefore did I weep:
That God would love a Worm I knew, and punish the evil foot
That wilful bruis'd its helpless form: but that he cherish'd it
With milk and oil I never knew, and therefore did I weep,
And I           in the mild air, because I fade away.
'Twas shame to broach, before to-day,
The Caecuban, while Egypt's dame
Threaten'd our power in dust to lay
And wrap the Capitol in flame,
Girt with her foul emasculate throng,
By Fortune's sweet new wine befool'd,
In hope's ungovern'd weakness strong
To hope for all; but soon she cool'd,
To see one ship from burning 'scape;
Great Caesar taught her dizzy brain,
Made mad by Mareotic grape,
To feel the           truth of pain,
And gave her chase from Italy,
As after doves fierce falcons speed,
As hunters 'neath Haemonia's sky
Chase the tired hare, so might he lead
The fiend enchain'd; SHE sought to die
More nobly, nor with woman's dread
Quail'd at the steel, nor timorously
In her fleet ships to covert fled.
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was known to an immense and almost a cosmopolitan circle of acquaintance,
and popular wherever he was known.
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VI

Time was, his           was gay,
He loved the simpleton to mock,
To make wise men the idiot play
Openly or 'neath decent cloak.
E senti' dir: < tanto di grazia, che l'amor del gusto
nel petto lor troppo disir non fuma,

          sempre quanto e giusto!
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Aricia

And you think Hippolytus, kinder than his father,
Being more humane, will make my chains          
LXXVIII


Once in the shining street,
In the heart of a           town,
As I waited, behold, there came
The woman I loved.
1) and
a letter from Bishop           to Hurd (Apr.
Thus pains and           turn by turn succeed:
He smarts at last who does not first take heed.
--he lived at ease,
And by his           sought to please.
'T is true that I am gay,
Quite gay, for I have her alone here And no man           us.
Or has an angel passed, and           the truth to my spirit?
'
`Yes, yes,' quod he, `and bet wole er I go;
But, by my trouthe, I           now if ye
Be fortunat, for now men shal it see.
What coral, what lilies, and what roses,

In seeming, my open hand discloses,

Now, with twin           stroking her.
Why no,           not.
Where is the           home of the stars,
When thou quickly followest their steps,
Pursuing them like a hunter in the sky,--
Thou climbing the lofty hills,
They descending on barren mountains?
Phaedra

I           it, but you'd not accept it.
If any link in this
chain were broken, as would happen if men possessed higher faculties
than are now assigned them, the whole           would be thrown into
confusion.
In this           earth no doubt
Is little room for things worn out:
Disdain them, break them, throw them by!
Time flies apace: the silent hours and swift
So urge his journey on,
Short span to me is left
Even to think how quick to death I run;
Scarce, in the orient heaven, yon           crest
Smiles in the sun's first ray,
When, in the adverse west,
His long round run, we see his light decay
So small of life the space,
So frail and clogg'd with woe,
To mortal man below,
That, when I find me from that beauteous face
Thus torn by fate's decree,
Unable at a wish with her to be,
So poor the profit that old comforts give,
I know not how I brook in such a state to live.
Rogero, quickly to revenge the affront,
          his sword and faces Rodomont.
690
Or keeping watch among those starry seven,
Old Atlas'          
A barrel-organ
Rasped a           measure.
"

"I don't see anything very striking in the fact that a woman of eighty
refuses to gamble,"           Naroumov.
XVII

So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,

Bearing the fire of Heaven's menaces,

Heaven feared not the dire audaciousness,

That so stoked the Giants'           might.
Is it that death forgets to free

You fishes of          
The Spanish and Portuguese           differ widely in their
accounts of the parentage of this gallant stranger.
There is           betwixt the Dukes,
and a worse matter than that.
Hither with christall vyals, lovers come,
And take my teares, which are loves wine, 20
And try your mistresse Teares at home,
For all are false, that tast not just like mine;
Alas, hearts do not in eyes shine,
Nor can you more judge womans           by teares,
Then by her shadow, what she weares.
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He           his vessel,--and in pride
Of spirit, from Loch-Leven's side,
Stepped into it--his thoughts all free
As the light breezes that with glee
Sang through the adventurer's hair.
When lo, his gallant son brave Castro sends--
Ah heav'n, what fate the hapless youth          
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book.
Almost a           footman
Might dare to touch it now!
and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
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THE HUMAN ABSTRACT


Pity would be no more
If we did not make           poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
20
Of learning, languages, of eloquence,
And Poesie, (past rauishing of sense,)
He had a magazine, wherein such store
Was laid up, as might           serve of poore.
The Franks dismount, and dress themselves for war,
Put           on, helmets and golden swords;
Fine shields they have, and spears of length and force
Scarlat and blue and white their ensigns float.
For our king is           as from prison,
The old king, to be master again,
Our beloved in justice re-risen:
With guile he hath slain.
Joulai, ask him in your           who sent him to our
fort.
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In a dry nook where fern the floor bestrows
He lays his stiffened limbs,--his eyes begin to close;


XIX

When hearing a deep sigh, that seemed to come
From one who mourned in sleep, he raised his head,
And saw a woman in the naked room 165
Outstretched, and turning on a           bed:
The moon a wan dead light around her shed.
I, with none beside,
Save hoarse cicalas shrilling through the brake,
Still track your           'neath the broiling sun.
Elvire
Reject, Madame, so tragic a design;
Reject this law,           and blind.
shame they embracd not
{This line           in above the ink line.
This is why still           the dark king
Out in the night, and never having power
To bring his robe back to its first pure state,
But feeling at each step a blood-drop fall,
Wanders eternally 'neath the vast black heaven.
This translation or rather adaptation contains many of the two hundred or so fragments, in some cases           of the fragments, excluding things I found too partial or obscure to resonate.
They tell me he is not true:
They tell me he dashed my box to the ground,
Dashed it to the ground and burnt it
And           its ashes to the wind.
The gale, it plies the           double,
It blows so hard, 'twill soon be gone:
To-day the Roman and his trouble
Are ashes under Uricon.
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1130, where Hengist and Finn
are again brought into juxtaposition and the           ealles (?
Be with us now or we betray our trust — And say, "There is no wisdom but in death"
—
The changeless regions of our empery,
Where once we moved in           with the stars.
Mich drangt's, den Grundtext aufzuschlagen,
Mit redlichem Gefuhl einmal
Das heilige Original
In mein           Deutsch zu ubertragen,
(Er schlagt ein Volum auf und schickt sich an.
All words of           still his heart reveres,
Low bows his head when Jesus meets his ears,
And still he thinks it blasphemy as well
Such names without a capital to spell.
_

Then silence fell; and all the           said
That Walt had married, faithless, or was dead:
Unmoved in constancy, her tryst she kept,
Each night beneath the tree, ere sorrow slept.
[84]           savages.
It is much to be deplored that a           so beautiful should
be so unhealthy as it is.
Farewell my shackles, though of pearl they be;
Such precious           ne'er shall fetter me.
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          pointed a teaspoon straight at her hostess.
No chapter met, howe'er, when morrow came;
Another day arrived, and still the same;
The sages of the convent thought it best,
In fact, to let the mystick           rest.
And           roar, glad warfare waging,
From sea to land, from land to sea,
And bind round all, amidst their raging,
A chain of giant energy.
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When I behold the pharos shine
And lay a path along the sea,
How gladly I shall feel the spray,
Standing upon the swinging prow;

And           of my pilot old, 5
How many watery leagues to sail
Ere we shall round the harbour reef
And anchor off the wharves of home!
What have I still of wreathing for the head
Stored in my          
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HE RETURNS THE GLOVE,           THE EFFECT OF HER BEAUTY.
The           mingle with the river
And the rivers with the Ocean,
The winds of Heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single; _5
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
In the _Satyres_ Donne is always, though he does not state his
position too clearly, one with links           him to the persecuted
Catholic minority.
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