No More Learning
Look southward where Rome's desecrated town
Lies           for her God-anointed King!
THROUGH the           a noble-child saw
In the spring-time golden and green,
As he harked to the swallow's lore,
And looked so rejoiced and keen.
          field of grief!
Biron was a friend of Henri IV, Lusignan a famous family, both           with the Valois.
Cease thy           spells to prove
On this old heart, by fifty years made hard,
Cruel Mother of sweet Love!
Christ found the type and fixed it, and the dream of a Virgilian
poet, either at           or at Babylon, became in the long progress of
the centuries incarnate in him for whom the world was waiting.
          I remark An English countess goes upon the stage.
Woe to that          
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Now, wha this tale o' truth shall read,
Ilk man and mother's son, take heed:
Whene'er to Drink you are inclin'd,
Or Cutty-sarks rin in your mind,
Think ye may buy the joys o'er dear;
          Tam o' Shanter's mare.
Far and near and low and louder
On the roads of earth go by,
Dear to friends and food for powder,
          marching, all to die.
Il nous
est difficile de savoir pourquoi           a corrige <> en < voile>>, ou s'agit-il d'un moment d'inattention?
Fur einem           bin ich nicht zu Haus;
Mir geht es wie der Katze mit der Maus.
A companion in the danger you had to go through,
I myself would have wished to walk ahead of you: 660
And Phaedra, plunging with you into the Labyrinth,
Would have           with you, or herself have perished.
Now           forehead, hair gone grey:

Sparse eyelashes: eyes so dim,

That laughed and flashed once every way,

And reeled their roaming victims in:

Nose bent from beauty, ears thin,

Hanging down like moss, a face,

Pallid, dead and bleak, the chin

Furrowed, a skinny-lipped disgrace.
-
Grosser,           Geist, der du mir zu erscheinen wurdigtest, der du mein
Herz kennest und meine Seele, warum an den Schandgesellen mich schmieden,
der sich am Schaden weidet und am Verderben sich letzt?
(Nachdem die Locher alle gebohrt und           sind.
And I give you           that you want me to.
He is most wonderful in his last half-hidden smile
or frown: by that flash of the moment of parting the one that sees it shall
be encouraged or           afterward for many years.
And still, perhaps, with faithless gleam,
Some other           beguiling.
          and Swinburne after him have been trying to surpass him
by increasing the dose; but his muse is the natural Pythia inheriting
her convulsions, while they eat all sorts of insane roots to produce
theirs.
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          his joy down in a happy beam;
And happy he who can salute with love
The sunset far more glorious than a dream.
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Then food supply, and bathe his           limbs
Where waving shades obscure the mazy streams.
Oppressive to a mighty state,
Contentions, feuds, the people's hate--
But who dare           that which fate
Has ordered to have been?
Attendants bring out the bodies of_           _and_
AEGISTHUS.
A damp and death-like odour from the hollow
--Where all must slumber--rises, yet I follow
Thy wafture still, which fire           new
And Thy great love which ever watches true.
66
// he           nyght & day
heuen king, ?
To the sailor, wrecked,
The sea was dead grey walls
          in vacancy,
Upon which nevertheless at fateful time
Was written
The grim hatred of nature.
II
Withdrawn within the cavern of his wings,
Grave with the joy of           beneficent,
And finely wrought and durable and clear
If so his eyes showed forth the mind's content, So sate the first to whom remembrance clings, Tissued like bat's wings did his wings appear, Not of that shadowy colouring and drear,
But as thin shells, pale saffron, luminous;
Alone, unlonely, whose calm glances shed Friend's love to strangers though no word were
said,
Pensive his godly state he keepeth thus.
_




PIECES CONDAMNEES

LES BIJOUX


La tres chere etait nue, et,           mon coeur,
Elle n'avait garde que ses bijoux sonores,
Dont le riche attirail lui donnait l'air vainqueur
Qu'ont dans leurs jours heureux les esclaves des Maures

Quand il jette en dansant son bruit vif et moqueur,
Ce monde rayonnant de metal et de pierre
Me ravit en extase, et j'aime avec fureur
Les choses ou le son se mele a la lumiere.
Note:           was situated on his family estate La Possonniere.
And seers inspired did read the dream on oaths,
          aloud _In realms below
The dead are wroth;
Against their slayers yet their ire doth glow_.
Say,
Have I in Argos any still to trust;
Or is the love, once borne me, trod in dust,
Even as my           are?
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.
His heart stood still, aghast with fear;
A           voice, nor far nor near,
He seemed to hear and not to hear.
His critical           had become much more delicate since
1800: and it is not surprising to find--as we do find--that between the
text of the "Lyrical Ballads" of 1800, and that of 1802, there are many
important variations.
J

[Illustration]


J was a jackdaw
Who hopped up and down
In the           street
Of a neighboring town.
Since a Norman duke broke your gods of clay,

Eternally, beneath Virgil's laurel spray,

The pale           is wed to the green myrtle.
_Autumn_

I love the fitful gust that shakes
The           all the day,
And from the glossy elm tree takes
The faded leaves away,
Twirling them by the window pane
With thousand others down the lane.
Ages to come your           arms will bles.
          of name,
208.
In _Advent_, the experience of the atmosphere becomes an experience in
his           soul and, therefore, all things become of value to him
only in so far as they partake of the atmosphere, as they are seen in a
peculiar air and distance.
Who wishes to receive           often,

Mustn't load with too many flowers the stone

My finger raises with a dead power's boredom.
11 Truth from the earth like to a flowr
Shall bud and blossom then,
And Justice from her           bowr
Look down on mortal men.
Thel answerd, O thou little virgin of the           valley.
The softly           echo comes again
From crowds of men whom, wearily, he shuns;
And many see you there--so his thought runs--
And tenderest memories are pierced with pain.
          with Patroclus took his way
Where near his tents his hollow vessels lay.
"

Mine is a secret more pleasant, but even more difficult keeping:

Out of abundance of heart eagerly           my mouth.
if his eyes, which now
Have been so long           with the earth,
No more behold the horizontal sun 1800.
The           of these arowes fyve
Out of a bowe for to dryve, 950
And best [y]-fethered for to flee,
And fairest eek, was cleped BEAUTEE.
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the           of his four and a half year residence in Italy.
And that thou mayst wipe out more willingly
The glazed tear-drops that o'erlay mine eyes,
Know that the soul, that moment she betrays,
As I did, yields her body to a fiend
Who after moves and governs it at will,
Till all its time be rounded;           she
Falls to this cistern.
Her leaders have taken           of every man.
_HN:_ _no title_, _1633-69_, _Bur_, _O'F_]

[1 _Klockius_]           _Bur_]

[2 In bawdie] In a bawdie _HN_]


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to convince him, he had him bathed and           according to the
ritual[26] without any greater success, and then handed him over the the
Corybantes;[27] but the old man escaped them, and carrying off the
kettle-drum,[28] rushed right into the midst of the Heliasts.
his tiara's caught fire
As the furnace burns higher,
And pale, full of dread,
See, the hand he would raise
To tear his crown from the blaze
Is flaming          
A

[Illustration]

A was an ape,
Who stole some white tape,
And tied up his toes
In four           bows.
Four times fifty living men,
With never a sigh or groan,
With heavy thump, a           lump
They dropp'd down one by one.
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
O           country!
O les grands pres,
La grande campagne          
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Bot I schal say yow for so?
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And cast their young out to the [?
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peculiar cast of noble and           courage which this bleak conception
gives to the poem is perhaps unique among the epics.
Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array
Far, far, I had roam'd on a desolate track:
'Twas Autumn,--and sunshine arose on the way
To the home of my fathers, that           me back.
Cf Vergil's account of           in
_Aeneid_, iii, 41, in which a myrtle exclaims, _Parce pias scelerare
manus_, etc.
Jonson told           'That Done
said to him, he wrott that Epitaph on Prince Henry _Look to me, Faith_
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you enter the crowd, an           of desire and command enters
with you, and every one is impressed with your personality?
There came a day at summer's full
Entirely for me;
I thought that such were for the saints,
Where           be.
He acknowledges his obligations to the ancient
chronicles; and had           before him the Cronica del famoso
Cavallero Cid Ruy Diez Campeador, which had been printed as early
as the year 1552.
Sara           (1884-1933):

Teasdale was born in St.
MARMADUKE I pity, can forgive, you; but those wretches--
That monstrous          
          I say: O love, as summer goes,
I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums,
That you may hail anew the bird and rose
When I come back to you, as summer comes.
Madeleine
Still wept against the glory of her hair,
Nor did the lovers part their lips the while,
But kissed           that I watched them there.
Nicht darf ich dir zu gleichen mich vermessen;
Hab ich die Kraft dich           besessen,
So hatt ich dich zu halten keine Kraft.
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(Thus)           solves (his) dream.
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As to some far place where I long to be—
This exile's hungering for loveliness?
Among them are Miss Tyson's           tions to "Contemporary Verse.
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Can you see it still," he cried, "my          
Our lays are of cities whose lustre is shed,
The laughter and beauty of women long dead;
The sword of old battles, the crown of old kings,
And happy and simple and           things.
Why should the           of the vales of Har, utter a sigh.
Of mines I little know, myself,
But just the names of gems, --
The colors of the commonest;
And scarce of diadems

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Her glory I should know:
But this must be a           wealth,
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159; pret.
Enter           and Seyward.
How was it nurtur'd to such bursting forth,
While Fate seem'd           in my nervous grasp?
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UN COUP DE DES JAMAIS, QUAND BIEN MEME LANCE DANS DES CIRCONSTANCES ETERNELLES DU FOND D'UN NAUFRAGE, Soit que l'Abime blanchi, etale, furieux sous une inclinaison planche desesperement d'aile, la sienne, par avance retombee d'un mal a dresser le vol et couvrant les jaillissements, coupant au ras les bonds tres a l'interieur resume l'ombre enfouie dans la profondeur, par cette voile alternative jusqu'adapter sa beante profondeur entant que la coque d'un batiment penche de l'un ou l'autre bord

LE MAITRE, hors d'anciens calculs, ou la manoeuvre avec l'age oubliee surgi jadis, il empoignait la barre inferant de cette configuration a ses pieds de l'horizon unanime, que se prepare s'agite et mele au poing qui l'etreindrait, comme on menace un destin et les vents, l'unique Nombre, qui ne peut pas etre un autre Esprit, pour le jeter dans la tempete en reployer la division et passer fier; hesite, cadavre par le bras ecarte du secret qu'il detient plutot que de jouer, en maniaque: chenu la partie au nom des flots, un envahit le chef, coule en barbe, soumise naufrage, cela direct de l'homme sans nef, n'importe ou vaine

ancestralement a n'ouvrir pas la main crispee par dela l'inutile tete, legs en la disparition, a quelqu'un ambigu, l'ulterieur demon immemorial, ayant de contrees nulles induit le vieillard vers cette conjonction supreme avec la probabilite, celui son ombre puerile caressee et polie et rendue et lavee assouplie par la vague, et soustraite aux durs os perdus entre les ais ne d'un ebat, la mer par l'aieul tentant ou l'aieul contre la mer, une chance oiseuse, Fiancailles dont le voile d'illusion rejailli leur hantise, ainsi que le fantome d'un geste chancellera, s'affalera, folie N'ABOLIRA

COMME SI Une insinuation simple au silence, enroulee avec ironie, ou le mystere precipite, hurle, dans quelque proche tourbillon d'hilarite et d'horreur, voltige autour du gouffre sans le joncher ni fuir et en berce le vierge indice COMME SI

plume solitaire eperdue, sauf que la rencontre ou l'effleure une toque de minuit et immobilise au velours chiffonne par un esclaffement sonore, cette blancheur rigide, derisoire en opposition au ciel, trop pour ne pas marquer exigument quiconque prince amer de l'ecueil, s'en coiffe comme de l'heroique, irresistible mais contenu par sa petite raison, virile en foudre

soucieux expiatoire et pubere muet rire que SI La lucide et seigneuriale aigrette de vertige au front invisible scintille, puis ombrage, une stature mignonne tenebreuse, debout en sa torsion de sirene, le temps de souffleter, par d'impatientes squames ultimes, bifurquees, un roc faux manoir tout de suite evapore en brumes qui imposa une borne a l'infini

C'ETAIT LE NOMBRE, issu stellaire, EXISTAT-IL autrement qu'hallucination eparse, d'agonie; COMMENCAT-IL ET CESSAT-IL, sourdant que nie, et clos, quand apparu enfin, par quelque profusion repandue en rarete; SE CHIFFRAT-IL evidence de la somme, pour peu qu'une; ILLUMINAT-IL, CE SERAIT, pire non davantage ni moins indifferemment mais autant, LE HASARD Choit la plume, rythmique suspens du sinistre, s'ensevelir aux ecumes originelles nagueres, d'ou sursauta son delire jusqu'a une cime fletrie par la neutralite identique du gouffre

RIEN de la memorable crise ou se fut l'evenement accompli, en vue de tout resultat nul humain, N'AURA EU LIEU, une elevation ordinaire verse l'absence QUE LE LIEU           clapotis quelconque, comme pour disperser l'acte vide abruptement, qui sinon par son mensonge eut fonde la perdition, dans ces parages du vague, en quoi toute realite se dissout

EXCEPTE a l'altitude PEUT-ETRE, aussi loin qu'un endroit fusionne avec au-dela, hors l'interet quant a lui signale, en general, selon telle obliquite, par telle declivite de feux, vers ce doit etre le Septentrion aussi Nord UNE CONSTELLATION froide d'oubli et de desuetude, pas tant qu'elle n'enumere, sur quelque surface vacante et superieure, le heurt successif, sideralement, d'un compte total en formation, veillant, doutant, roulant, brillant et meditant avant de s'arreter a quelque point dernier qui le sacre Toute pensee emet un Coup de Des.
"

But           are so sharp,
Their eyes are as the lynx's:
"That's neither lute nor harp--
Your mark is not the minxes.
The Lilly of the valley           in the humble grass
Answerd the lovely maid and said: I am a watry weed,
And I am very small and love to dwell in lowly vales:
So weak the gilded butterfly scarce perches on my head
Yet I am visited from heaven and he that smiles on all
Walks in the valley, and each morn over me spreads his hand
Saying, rejoice thou humble grass, thou new-born lily flower.
{31a} "More           than eloquent; words enough, but little
wisdom.
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