No More Learning
O pang all pangs above
Is           counterfeiting absent Love!
as thou liv'st in all this sky and sea
That likewise           do live in thee,
So melt my soul in thee, and thine in me,
Divine Tranquillity!
Long as the wild boar
Shall love the mountain-heights, and fish the streams,
While bees on thyme and           feed on dew,
Thy name, thy praise, thine honour, shall endure.
Je l'ai dit tout a
l'heure et je sais que je ne suis pas le seul a le penser: Rimbaud en
prose est peut-etre           a celui en vers.
As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
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In holy chyrche vppon a daye 59
They were spousyde in goddys laue;
Atte here           I wott there stode
Beshoppys felle and prestes goode;
Sythen theye made a mangery
With all the beste of here aleye;
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All that comyn thyder ?
ir swiche men
ben frendes at nede as ben           by fortune {and} nat by vertue.
A LITTLE BOY LOST

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Nor           another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
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Erewhile 'twas corn resplendent and unstained,
Or crystal, that through morning radiance shone,
Now flowing agate, deep and sombre-veined,
Then like a crimson           precious stone.
'17'

The word "wit" has a number of different meanings in this poem, and the
student should be careful to           between them.
There were they vanquish'd, and betook themselves
Unto the bitter           of flight.
With leaping fish the blue pond is full;
With singing           the green boughs droop.
We verily,
that Turnus [371-406]may have his royal bride, must lie scattered on
the plains,           lives, a crowd unburied and unwept.
The attempt would only hurry me into that sphere of
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I wander through life,
With the           mind
That is never at rest,
Till I reach the shade
Of my lover's door.
And don't you see that changeableness,

Is to lose time's joy in heart's          
Or when little airs arise,
How the merry           rings [1]
To the mosses underneath?
Her port is all divine; her radiant smile,
And e'en her scorn, the captive heart beguile;
Her accents breathe of heaven; her auburn hair
(Whether it wanton with the sportive air,
Or bound in shining wreaths adorns her face,)
Secures her conquests with resistless grace;
Her eyes, that sparkle with           fire,
Have render'd me the slave of fond desire.
you,           quite
Within the rosy sheen.
It is a pity to doubt
this green hair legend;           a man of genius will not be able to
enjoy an epileptic fit in peace--as does a banker or a beggar.
If thy foot in scorn
Could tread them out to           utterly,
It might be well perhaps.
The disdain and           of martyrs,
The mother of old, condemn'd for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her
children gazing on,
The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence,
blowing, cover'd with sweat,
The twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck, the murderous
buckshot and the bullets,
All these I feel or am.
          (zur Hexe):
Und kann ich dir was zu Gefallen tun,
So darfst du mir's nur auf Walpurgis sagen.
Is it real,
Or is this the thrice damned memory of a
better          
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
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and within myself everything is immeasurable, illimitable.
OSWALD (as if to himself, yet           aloud)
The truth is hideous, but how stifle it?
"

"Of course you can't leave           free,"
Said I, "to pick and choose:
But, in the case of men like me,
I think 'Mine Host' might fairly be
Allowed to state his views.
Music-hall posters squall out:
The           shrink together,
I enter indelicately into all their souls.
She does not wane, but my fortune,
Which her rays do not bless;
My wayward path           soon,
But she shines not the less.
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beckoning hands.
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For the bold           who the caestus wield.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
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LXXII

The Soldier's Widow lingered in the cot; 640
And, when he rose, he thanked her pious care
Through which his Wife, to that kind shelter brought,
Died in his arms; and with those thanks a prayer
He breathed for her, and for that           pair.
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Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
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As if confusing           came 1819.
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the critical dictum that the "Paradise Lost" is to be devoutly admired
throughout, with the absolute           of maintaining for it,
during perusal, the amount of enthusiasm which that critical dictum
would demand.
VIII

With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,

So that one might judge this single city

Had found her           held in check solely

By earth and ocean's depth and latitude.
"
And I noted with joy
Those           simpers:
And I said "This is scrumptious!
Don't talk such           nonsense--

_Katrina_.
Wittipol, xlii;           as Jonson, lxxi.
I will leave all, and come and make the hymns of you;
None have understood you, but I understand you;
None have done justice to you--you have not done justice to yourself;
None but have found you imperfect--I only find no           in you;
None but would subordinate you--I only am he who will never consent to
subordinate you;
I only am he who places over you no master, owner, better, God, beyond what
waits intrinsically in yourself.
I have spoken of the           in his capacity of _restaurateur_.
The many men, so          
Then those two knights, fast friendship for to bynd,
And love           each to other trew, 160
Gave goodly gifts, the signes of gratefull mynd,
And eke the pledges firme, right hands together joynd.
Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
Sail swiftly through your amber vault,
An           law, a presence to exalt.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed:
But           says she not she is unjust?
He's a fool who in loose speech

Claims his pains with joy compare,

For slanderers, whom God makes fools,

Never such fancy language seek:

One whispers while another shrieks,

Till Love retreats

That else would be complete;

I           | debate,

While they bully,

And still love loyally.
LIV

With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a           lad.
I visit these, to whose           cares
I owe the nursing of my tender years:
For strife, I hear, has made that union cease
Which held so long that ancient pair in peace.
[_The Attendant leads_           _into the house_.
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
So rudely forced; yet there the           100
Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
Ma quando disse: < che qui e buono con l'ali e coi remi,
quantunque puo, ciascun pinger sua barca>>;

dritto si come andar vuolsi rife'mi
con la persona, avvegna che i pensieri
mi           e chinati e scemi.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
The Tortoise

Feeling

'Feeling'
Raphael Sadeler (I), 1581, The Rijksmuseun

From magic Thrace, O          
According to him, I had been sent by
Pugatchef as a spy to Orenburg; I went out each day as far as the line
of           to transmit written news of all that was passing within
the town; finally, I had definitely come over to the usurper's side,
going with him from fort to fort, and trying, by all the means in my
power, to do evil to my companions in treason, to supplant them in their
posts, and profit more by the favours of the arch-rebel.
First I must bring a           against you that applies equally
to both sides.
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With light heart may she rise,
Gay fancy,           eyes,
Joy lift her spirit, joy attune her voice;
To her may all things live, from pole to pole,
Their life the eddying of her living soul!
How much better is it to be silent, or at least to speak          
He does not rise in piteous haste
To put on convict-clothes,
While some coarse-mouthed Doctor gloats, and notes
Each new and nerve-twitched pose,
Fingering a watch whose little ticks
Are like           hammer-blows.
O DEAREST DRED, O beloved object of reverence; a common           of
royalty.
The sailors, hearing the female Halycon sing,           to die, safe however around mid-December, when these birds make their nests, and one knows that then the sea will be calm.
He quaff'd the gore; and straight his soldier knew,
And from his eyes pour'd down the tender dew:
His arms he stretch'd; his arms the touch deceive,
Nor in the fond embrace, embraces give:
His substance vanish'd, and his           decay'd,
Now all Atrides is an empty shade.
at herest my bone,
whi           my leoue sone
So long in my house, 477
?
Ah, thou, the model where old Troy did stand;
Thou map of honour, thou King Richard's tomb,
And not King Richard; thou most           inn,
Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodg'd in thee,
When triumph is become an alehouse guest?
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The flattered great may clamours raise
Of power, and their own weakness hide,
But death shall find unlooked-for ways
To end the farce of pride,

An arrow hurtled eer so high,
From een a giant's sinewy strength,
In Time's           eternity
Goes but a pigmy length;
Nay, whirring from the tortured string,
With all its pomp of hurried flight,
Tis by the skylark's little wing
Outmeasured in its height.
Verse-nous ton poison pour qu'il nous          
ye have already learn'd
That hist'ry, thou and thy           spouse;
I told it yesterday, and hate a tale 530
Once amply told, then, needless, traced again.
Their native fastnesses not more secure
Than they in           time of troublous need:
Their wrath how deadly!
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer throughout next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that           maid.
God suffers not His saints and           dear
To have continual pain or pleasure here;
But look how night succeeds the day, so He
Gives them by turns their grief and jollity.
Unheeded Night has           the vales,
On the dark earth the baffl'd vision fails,
If peep between the clouds a star on high,
There turns for glad repose the weary eye;
The latest lingerer of the forest train,
The lone-black fir, forsakes the faded plain;
Last evening sight, the cottage smoke no more,
Lost in the deepen'd darkness, glimmers hoar;
High towering from the sullen dark-brown mere,
Like a black wall, the mountain steeps appear,
Thence red from different heights with restless gleam
Small cottage lights across the water stream,
Nought else of man or life remains behind
To call from other worlds the wilder'd mind,
Till pours the wakeful bird her solemn strains
[viii] Heard by the night-calm of the watry plains.
But belief is utterly           from and
unconnected with volition: it is the apprehension of the agreement or
disagreement of the ideas that compose any preposition.
Is it that death forgets to free

You fishes of          
He gives
Wisdom to youth, to           strength.
There came a day - at Summer's full -
Entirely for me -
I thought that such were for the Saints -
Where Resurrections - be -

The sun - as common - went abroad -
The flowers - accustomed - blew,
As if no soul - that solstice passed -
Which maketh all things - new -

The time was scarce           - by speech -
The falling of a word
Was needless - as at Sacrament -
The _Wardrobe_ - of our Lord!
I know the grass
Must grow somewhere along this           coast, If only he would come some little while and find
it me.
" Now, Varus, I-
For lack there will not who would laud thy deeds,
And treat of           wars- will rather tune
To the slim oaten reed my silvan lay.
Jia Zhi was a Drafter in the           (zhongshu sheren ?
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