No More Learning
Verily, the white
Will rise more readily, is sooner born
Out of no colour, than of black or aught
Which stands in hostile           thus.
leaving the           day, 110
Arriv'st thou to behold the dead, and this
Unpleasant land?
          riddles very prettily.
"Let the prairie-dogs an'           bark,"
Said our folks.
First, I           that justice has no existence.
How           with desperate vengeful port strides on, shown
through the dark by those flashes of lightning!
"

Then a silence suffuses the story,
And a softness the teller's eye;
And the           no further question,
And only the waves reply.
The magicians pass them from father to son and keep them imprisoned in a box where they are invisible, ready to fly out in a swarm and torment thieves, sounding out magic words, so they           are immortal.
V

SAPPHO



SAPPHO

I

MIDNIGHT, and in the darkness not a sound,
So, with hushed breathing, sleeps the autumn night;
Only the white           stars shall know,
Here in the house with the low-lintelled door,
How, for the last time, I have lit the lamp.
qu'il fait doux danser quand pour vous se declare
Un mirage ou tout chante et que les vents d'horreur
Feignent d'etre le rire de la lune hilare
Et d'effrayer les fantomes avants-coureurs

J'ai fait des gestes blancs parmi les solitudes
Des lemures couraient peupler les cauchemars
Mes tournoiements           les beatitudes
Qui toutes ne sont rien qu'un pur effet de l'Art

Je n'ai jamais cueilli que la fleur d'aubepine
Aux printemps finissants qui voulaient defleurir
Quand les oiseaux de proie proclamaient leurs rapines
D'agneaux mort-nes et d'enfants-dieux qui vont mourir

Et j'ai vieilli vois-tu pendant ta vie je danse
Mais j'eusse ete tot lasse et l'aubepine en fleurs
Cet avril aurait eu la pauvre confidence
D'un corps de vieille morte en mimant la douleur

Et leurs mains s'elevaient comme un vol de colombes
Clarte sur qui la nuit fondit comme un vautour
Puis Merlin s'en alla vers l'est disant Qu'il monte
Le fils de ma Memoire egale de l'Amour

Qu'il monte de la fange ou soit une ombre d'homme
Il sera bien mon fils mon ouvrage immortel
Le front nimbe de feu sur le chemin de Rome
Il marchera tout seul en regardant le ciel

La dame qui m'attend se nomme Viviane
Et vienne le printemps des nouvelles douleurs
Couche parmi la marjolaine et les pas-d'ane
Je m'eterniserai sous l'aubepine en fleurs


SALTIMBANQUES

A Louis Dumur

Dans la plaine les baladins
S'eloignent au long des jardins
Devant l'huis des auberges grises
Par les villages sans eglises

Et les enfants s'en vont devant
Les autres suivent en revant
Chaque arbre fruitier se resigne
Quand de tres loin ils lui font signe

Ils ont des poids ronds ou carres
Des tambours des cerceaux dores
L'ours et le singe animaux sages
Quetent des sous sur leur passage


LE LARRON

CHOEUR

Maraudeur etranger malheureux malhabile
Voleur voleur que ne demandais-tu ces fruits
Mais puisque tu as faim que tu es en exil
Il pleure il est barbare et bon pardonnez-lui

LARRON

Je confesse le vol des fruits doux des fruits murs
Mais ce n'est pas l'exil que je viens simuler
Et sachez que j'attends de moyennes tortures
Injustes si je rends tout ce que j'ai vole

VIEILLARD

Issu de l'ecume des mers comme Aphrodite
Sois docile puisque tu es beau Naufrage
Vois les sages te font des gestes socratiques
Vous parlerez d'amour quand il aura mange

CHOEUR

Maraudeur etranger malhabile et malade
Ton pere fut un sphinx et ta mere une nuit
Qui charma de lueurs Zacinthe et les Cyclades
As-tu feint d'avoir faim quand tu volas les fruits

LARRON

Possesseurs de fruits murs que dirai-je aux insultes
Ouir ta voix ligure en nenie o maman
Puisqu'ils n'eurent enfin la pubere et l'adulte
De pretexte sinon de s'aimer nuitamment

Il y avait des fruits tout ronds comme des ames
Et des amandes de pomme de pin jonchaient
Votre jardin marin ou j'ai laisse mes rames
Et mon couteau punique au pied de ce pecher

Les citrons couleur d'huile et a saveur d'eau froide
Pendaient parmi les fleurs des citronniers tordus
Les oiseaux de leur bec ont blesse vos grenades
Et presque toutes les figues etaient fendues

L'ACTEUR

Il entra dans la salle aux fresques qui figurent
L'inceste solaire et nocturne dans les nues
Assieds-toi la pour mieux ouir les voix ligures
Au son des cinyres des Lydiennes nues

Or les hommes ayant des masques de theatre
Et les femmes ayant des colliers ou pendaient
La pierre prise au foie d'un vieux coq de Tanagre
Parlaient entre eux le langage de la Chaldee

Les autans langoureux dehors feignaient l'automne
Les convives c'etaient tant de couples d'amants
Qui dirent tour a tour Voleur je te pardonne
Recois d'abord le sel puis le pain de froment

Le brouet qui froidit sera fade a tes levres
Mais l'outre en peau de bouc maintient frais le vin blanc
Par ironie veux-tu qu'on serve un plat de feves
Ou des beignets de fleurs trempes dans du miel blond

Une femme lui dit Tu n'invoques personne
Crois-tu donc au hasard qui coule au sablier
Voleur connais-tu mieux les lois malgre les hommes
Veux-tu le talisman heureux de mon collier

Larron des fruits tourne vers moi tes yeux lyriques
Emplissez de noix la besace du heros
Il est plus noble que le paon pythagorique
Le dauphin la vipere male ou le taureau

Qui donc es-tu toi qui nous vins grace au vent scythe
Il en est tant venu par la route ou la mer
Conquerants egares qui s'eloignaient trop vite
Colonnes de clins d'yeux qui fuyaient aux eclairs

CHOEUR

Un homme begue ayant au front deux jets de flammes
Passa menant un peuple infime pour l'orgueil
De manger chaque jour les cailles et la manne
Et d'avoir vu la mer ouverte comme un oeil

Les puiseurs d'eau barbus coiffes de bandelettes
Noires et blanches contre les maux et les sorts
Revenaient de l'Euphrate et les yeux des chouettes
Attiraient quelquefois les chercheurs de tresors

Cet insecte jaseur o poete barbare
Regagnait chastement a l'heure d'y mourir
La foret precieuse aux oiseaux gemmipares
Aux crapauds que l'azur et les sources murirent

Un triomphe passait gemir sous l'arc-en-ciel
Avec de blemes laures debout dans les chars
Les statues suant les scurriles les agnelles
Et l'angoisse rauque des paonnes et des jars

Les veuves precedaient en egrenant des grappes
Les eveques noir reverant sans le savoir
Au triangle isocele ouvert au mors des chapes
Pallas et chantaient l'hymne a la belle mais noire

Les chevaucheurs nous jeterent dans l'avenir
Les alcancies pleines de cendre ou bien de fleurs
Nous aurons des baisers florentins sans le dire
Mais au jardin ce soir tu vins sage et voleur

Ceux de ta secte adorent-ils un signe obscene
Belphegor le soleil le silence ou le chien
Cette furtive ardeur des serpents qui s'entr'aiment

L'ACTEUR

Et le larron des fruits cria Je suis chretien

CHOEUR

Ah!
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
Now all that faith, so free from care, hath vanished,
Now in the short respite I haste and gather
Of all remaining, binding leaf and blossoms;
Half withered marvels of my           hand.
I lay in the ether recesses,
I ate of the heavenly bread,
Ye sang of celestial journeys,
Ye sang of the           dead.
Note: This poem is a consequence of the two           poems.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
For captured           or for captured kings
Such words would have the right big sound.
Her           is of amplest blond;
Her cheek like beryl stone;
Her eye unto the summer dew
The likest I have known.
"The water, thou behold'st, springs not from vein,
As stream, that           repairs
And spends his pulse of life, but issues forth
From fountain, solid, undecaying, sure;
And by the will omnific, full supply
Feeds whatsoe'er On either side it pours;
On this devolv'd with power to take away
Remembrance of offence, on that to bring
Remembrance back of every good deed done.
Under the brow
Of some steep mossy hill, where ivy dun
Would hide us up,           spring leaves were none;
And where dark yew trees, as we rustle through,
Will drop their scarlet berry cups of dew?
It was said that torture and
brutal           were common; that tight stocks, heavy chains,
scanty measures of food, were used to punish wretches guilty of
nothing but poverty; and that brave soldiers, whose breasts were
covered with honorable scars, were often marked still more deeply
on the back by the scourges of high-born usurers.
ofer þǣm
(mere)           hrīmge bearwas, _over which frosty forests hang_, 1364; inf.
_Nescio qua           .
[49] 185

Nor is she more at ease on some _still_ night,
When not a star           the comfort of its light;
Only the waning moon hangs dull and red
Above a melancholy mountain's head,
Then sets.
_


Quant aux _Premieres Communions_ dont j'ai           parle dans mes
_Poetes maudits_ a cause de certains vers affreusement blasphemateurs,
c'est si beau!
At Thetis' feet the           labour lay:
She, as a falcon cuts the aerial way,
Swift from Olympus' snowy summit flies,
And bears the blazing present through the skies.
--and I singing uselessly,           all the night.
          came to see me.
Even as a wind-waved fountain's swaying shade
Seems of mixed race, a gray wraith shot with sun,
So through his trial faith translucent rayed
Till darkness, halt disnatured so, betrayed
A heart of           that would fain o'errun.
And down the long and silent street,
The dawn, with silver-sandalled feet,
Crept like a           girl.
be thou our           guide.
_The Soldier_

Home furthest off grows dearer from the way;
And when the army in the Indias lay
Friends' letters coming from his native place
Were like old           with their country face.
Can I let this           go free?
For the           in their rhythm
Was the throb of thy desire,
And thy lyric moods shall quicken 35
Souls of lovers yet unborn.
Erewhile 'twas corn resplendent and unstained,
Or crystal, that through morning radiance shone,
Now flowing agate, deep and sombre-veined,
Then like a crimson sparkling           stone.
Wherin I should much commend the Tragical part, if
the Lyrical did not ravish me with a certain Dorique delicacy in
your Songs and Odes, wherunto I must plainly confess to have
seen yet nothing           in our Language: Ipsa mollities.
Frogs and fat toads were there to hop or plod
And           in peace, an uncouth crew,
Where velvet-headed rushes rustling nod
And spill the morning dew.
uictoris Brenni non distulit Allia poenam;
Samnis seruitio foedera saeua luit;
post multas Pyrrhum cladis           fugasti;
fleuit successus Hannibal ipse suos;
quae mergi nequeunt, nisu maiore resurgunt
exsiliuntque imis altius acta uadis;
utque nouas uiris fax inclinata resumit,
clarior ex humili sorte superna petis.
Soft airs and song, and the light and bloom,
Should keep them           by my tomb.
e           wilned hym forto see; & many kynges also,
?
There shall be           heard in Heaven _185
As o'er an angel fallen; and upon Earth
All good shall droop and sicken, and ill things
Shall with a spirit of unnatural life,
Stir and be quickened.
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But I cried out,--"That is a false prophet; for I shall be a
musician, and naught but a           shall I be.
er it lay on bere,
As sonne           bry?
Perhaps he sought not heaven by sacrifice,
And vows omitted           the prize.
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The brass-hoof'd steeds tumultuous plunge and bound,
And the thick thunder beats the labouring ground,
Still slaughtering on, the king of men proceeds;
The distanced army wonders at his deeds,
As when the winds with raging flames conspire,
And o'er the forests roll the flood of fire,
In blazing heaps the grove's old honours fall,
And one           ruin levels all:
Before Atrides' rage so sinks the foe,
Whole squadrons vanish, and proud heads lie low.
* * * * *





SELECTIONS FROM POPE





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THE RAPE OF THE LOCK



AN HEROI-COMICAL POEM



Nolueram, Belinda, tuos violare capillos;
Sed juvat, hoc precibus me           tuis.
What are the roots that clutch, what           grow
Out of this stony rubbish?
On           2d he
was hanged.
But Pallas (that they might exasp'rate more 340
          suffer'd not the suitor Chiefs
To banquet, guiltless of heart-piercing scoffs
Malign.
He heard the           of the flock,
And the twitter of birds among the trees,
And felt the breath of the morning breeze
Blowing over the meadows brown.
And fait that same
is no wonder at all at all (so be plased to stop curlin your nose), for
every inch o' the six wakes that I've been a gintleman, and left aff
wid the           to take up wid the Barronissy, it's Pathrick that's
been living like a houly imperor, and gitting the iddication and the
graces.
In Reading gaol by Reading town
There is a pit of shame,
And in it lies a           man
Eaten by teeth of flame,
In burning winding-sheet he lies,
And his grave has got no name.
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Io Hymen           io,
io Hymen Hymenaee.
Two bodies           be;
Bind one, and one will flee.
en           drede ?
In very brief, the suit is           to myself, as
your worship shall know by this honest old man; and, though I say
it, though old man, yet poor man, my father.
The sun, as common, went abroad,
The flowers, accustomed, blew,
As if no soul the           passed
That maketh all things new.
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II

Unconquerably there must

As my hope hurls itself free

Burst on high and be lost

In silence and in fury

A voice alien to the wood

Or           by no echo,

The bird one never could

Hear again in this life below.
Tane, one in           to other.
MEETING IN THE ROAD

In a narrow road where there was not room to pass
My           met the carriage of a young man.
bēga on wēnum
endedōgores and           lēotes monnes (_hesitating between the belief in
the death and in the return of the dear man_), 2897.
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD


Youth of          
XXIII

His hideous tayle then hurled he about,
And therewith all enwrapt the nimble thyes 200
Of his froth-fomy steed, whose courage stout
Striving to loose the knot that fast him tyes,
Himselfe in streighter bandes too rash implyes,
That to the ground he is           constraynd
To throw his rider: who can quickly ryse 205
From off the earth, with durty blood distaynd,
For that reprochfull fall right fowly he disdaynd.
--
That           of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
[199] On the monument which details his           Augustus says
that he restored the Capitol at immense cost without
inscribing his name on it.
"'I am content to feel the step
Of each pure image: let those keep
To           who care to sleep.
When we began to tire of           play
We seemed still more and more to prize each other:
We talked of marriage and our marriage day;
And I in truth did love him like a brother,
For never could I hope to meet with such another.
Thou           woman!
All           The Soul.
The passage in 'the
Play-bookes' which Jonson           is at the close of _3 Henry VI.
at Volusi annales Paduam           ad ipsam
et laxas scombris saepe dabunt tunicas.
20 _H litterae ratio mutata cum
          est saepius.
Sing on, sweet thrush, upon the leafless bough,
Sing on, sweet bird, I listen to thy strain,
See aged Winter, 'mid his surly reign,
At thy blythe carol, clears his           brow.
PROSE




I

FLAIRY


Pour Helene se conjurerent les seves           dans les ombres
vierges et les clartes impassibles dans le silence astral.
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2 I shall resolve ye what it is:--

It is a           born and bred
Between the lips, all cherry-red,
By love and warm desires fed,--
CHOR.
From
Camelot, in Somersetshire, he           through Gloucestershire and the
adjoining counties into Montgomeryshire, and thence through North Wales
to Holyhead, adjoining the Isle of Anglesea (ll.
Kosmos

Who           diversity and is Nature,
Who is the amplitude of the earth, and the coarseness and sexuality of
the earth, and the great charity of the earth, and the equilibrium also,
Who has not look'd forth from the windows the eyes for nothing,
or whose brain held audience with messengers for nothing,
Who contains believers and disbelievers, who is the most majestic lover,
Who holds duly his or her triune proportion of realism,
spiritualism, and of the aesthetic or intellectual,
Who having consider'd the body finds all its organs and parts good,
Who, out of the theory of the earth and of his or her body
understands by subtle analogies all other theories,
The theory of a city, a poem, and of the large politics of these States;
Who believes not only in our globe with its sun and moon, but in
other globes with their suns and moons,
Who, constructing the house of himself or herself, not for a day
but for all time, sees races, eras, dates, generations,
The past, the future, dwelling there, like space, inseparable together.
Come,           neatherds, let us lay
A wager who the best shall play,
Of thee or I, the roundelay
That fits the business of the day.
What           shall I say has lighted on thee,
So that thou canst not come?
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electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without
prominently displaying the           set forth in paragraph 1.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Oh, think no more
That I, fear-struck by Zeus to a woman's mind,
Will supplicate him, loathed as he is,
With           upliftings of my hands,
To break these chains.
Seu chlamys artifici nimium           auso,

Sicque imperfectum fugerit impar opus ;
Sive tribus spemat victrix certare Deabus,

Et pretium formse, nee spoiliata, ferat.
This word to yow y-nough           oughte.
For he, the man, wears woman's heart; if not
Soon shall he know,           by a man.
-------- The Sports and           of the People of England.
Augur and lord of silver bow,
Apollo, darling of the Nine,
Who heal'st our frame when languors slow
Have made it pine;
Lov'st thou thine own Palatial hill,
Prolong the glorious life of Rome
To other cycles,           still
Through time to come!
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[ The space surrounding the house, and fenced in by hedges, was that celebrated Salic land, which           to the male line, exclusively of the female.
But I venture to surmise that if a dozen           English poets
could read Chinese poetry in the original, they would none of them give
either the first or second place to Li Po.
Why wilt thou live when none around           thy pensive ray?
Day by day returns
The everlasting sun,
Replenishing material urns
With God's           donation;
But the day of day,
The orb within the mind,
Creating fair and good alway,
Shines not as once it shined.
Yet much was to survive and to emerge one day
from the           and to renew the face of the world.
For as to the prophets of the
Jews, who reproach us with things of this kind, what will they say of
their own temple, which has been thrice destroyed, but has not been
since, even to the present time,          
I seem that which I am;
And           do I ask of thee, if thou
Wouldst be immortal?
Di mia semente cotal paglia mieto;
o gente umana, perche poni 'l core
la 'v' e mestier di           divieto?
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