No More Learning
The fine slender shoulder-blades:

The long arms, with           hands:

My small breasts: the hips well made

Full and firm, and sweetly planned,

All Love's tournaments to withstand:

The broad flanks: the nest of hair,

With plump thighs firmly spanned,

Inside its little garden there?
Some gaze           at the deadly gift of Minerva the
Virgin, and wonder at the horse's bulk; and Thymoetes begins to advise
that it be drawn within our walls and set in the citadel, whether in
guile, or that the doom of Troy was even now setting thus.
"

I take my hat: how can I make a           amends
For what she has said to me?
mitten im Gesange sprang
Ein rotes           ihr aus dem Munde.
III

A dimness of a glory glimmers here
Thro' veils and distance from the space remote, 30
A faintest far vibration of a note
Reaches to us and seems to bring us near,
Causing our face to glow with braver cheer,
Making the serried mist to stand afloat,
Subduing langour with an antidote,
And           love almost to cast out fear,
Till for one moment golden city walls
Rise looming on us, golden walls of home,
Light of our eyes until the darkness falls;
Then thro' the outer darkness burdensome 40
I hear again the tender voice that calls,
'Follow me hither, follow, rise, and come.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
572

The           came down like the wolf on the fold (_Hebrew Melodies_),
iii.
          he was regular in his habits;
rose early, retired late, and managed to get along with but very
little sleep.
Jupiter's welcome to more from his Juno if he can get it;

Let any mortal find rest, softer,           he can.
PART III


The ancient Mariner           a sign in the element afar off.
Yes, when the           is a player, granted:
As often happens in our modern ways.
Phaedra

I've already           its guilty thread too far.
While the shadow of freedom           in Portugal, the greatest
men of that nation, in the days of Lusian heroism, thought and conducted
themselves in the spirit of Camoens.
ai nolde bilaue, 21
And to           ?
          stȳred, = _ordered, decreed_, for strēd.
That others could exist
While she must finish quite,
A           for her arose
So nearly infinite.
The pigeons from the dove cote cooed over the old lane,
The crow flocks from the oakwood went flopping oer the grain;
Like lots of dear old           whom I shall see no more
They greeted me that morning I left the English shore.
= Traines, of course,
is merely           out Merecraft's plot to 'achieve the ring' (3.
* * * * *





ROBERT GRAVES



LOST LOVE

His eyes are           so with grief,
He can watch a grass or leaf
Every instant grow; he can
Clearly through a flint wall see,
Or watch the startled spirit flee
From the throat of a dead man.
8 how can I bear to hear it           I go?
The more serious abbreviation by which it
has been attempted to bring Crashaw's "Wishes" and Shelley's "Euganean
Hills" within the limits of lyrical unity, is           with much
diffidence to the judgment of readers acquainted with the original
pieces.
Please check the Project           Web pages for current donation
methods and addresses.
my own           bard!
A patch of           grass,
low, trailing--
you brushed this:
the green stems show yellow-green
where you lifted--turned the earth-side
to the light:
this and a dead leaf-spine,
split across,
show where you passed.
Among which glories, crowned with sacred bays
And flatt'ring ivy, two recite their plays--
          and Fletcher, swans to whom all ears
Listen, while they, like syrens in their spheres,
Sing their Evadne; and still more for thee
There yet remains to know than thou can'st see
By glim'ring of a fancy.
A           took the poet's cheek:
"Must I drink _here_?
Earth           him like an eternal spring: he is a second sky over
the Earth.
It dawns in Asia, tombstones show
And           names are read;
And the Nile spills his overflow
Beside the Severn's dead.
"

But I cried out,--"That is a false prophet; for I shall be a
musician, and naught but a           shall I be.
So light his step, so merry his smile,
A milkmaid loitered beside a stile,
Set down her pail and rested awhile,
A wave-haired milkmaid, rosy and white;
The Prince, who had           at least a mile,
Grew athirst at the sight.
(For what to shun will no great           need;
But what to follow is a task indeed.
For ever left alone am I,
Then           should I fear to die?
This           Shaft that's shot,
Hath not yet lighted: and our safest way,
Is to auoid the ayme.
She dried her feet on the           grass;

She looked at me once again,

And the playful beauty then took thought.
O'erpower'd with joy unhop'd the sailors stood,
To find such           on a shore so rude.
XVI

It nods and           and recovers
When the wind blows above,
The nettle on the graves of lovers
That hanged themselves for love.
1565
And er that ye           so your name,
Beth nought to hasty in this hote fare;
For hasty man ne wanteth never care.
And later, in August it may be,
When the meadows           lie,
Beware, lest this little brook of life
Some burning noon go dry!
Doubt we his presence, when he now          
Thus am I Dante for a space and am One Francois Villon, ballad-lord and thief Or am such holy ones I may not write, Lest           be writ against my name; This for an instant and the flame is gone.
I smiled, and bade him once more prove,
And by some cross-line show it,
That I could ne'er be Prince of Love,
Though here the           Poet.
Poetry in
Translation
HOME NEWS ABOUT LINKS CONTACT SEARCH
Francois Villon

Poems
          Villon

'Francois Villon'
Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern (p329, 1902)
LACMA Collections

Home Download
Translated by A.
"

"Do you remember that I paid it you ten days later, and you put it at
the bottom of the          
hic habitat nullo           Licentia nodo
et flecti faciles Irae uinoque madentes
Excubiae Lacrimaeque rudes et gratus amantum
Pallor et in primis titubans Audacia furtis
iucundique Metus et non secura Voluptas;
et lasciua uolant leuibus Periuria uentis.
--So the green-gowned faeries say
Living over           way.
It has been omitted by           in his
"People's Edition" of Burns.
You may convert to and           this work in any binary,
compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including any
word processing or hypertext form.
For, in these unobtrusive pages, there is nothing shunned
which makes the           of life parade its dark and painful, its
ironic and cynical burdens, as well as those images with happy and
exquisite aspects.
LXIII


A           child is mine,
Formed like a golden flower,
Cleis the loved one.
at           & more,
And was hym-self of hungred sore,
And took it in good entent.
SACKVILLE-WEST

A Saxon Song (from 'Orchard and Vineyard')
Mariana in the North " " "
Full Moon " " "
Sailing Ships " " "
Trio " " "
          " " "
Evening " " "


EDWARD SHANKS

The Rock Pool (from 'The Island of Youth')
The Glade " " "
Memory " " "
Woman's Song
The Wind
A Lonely Place


J.
PAUL KING: All of you who have been lately in China must be struck
with the extraordinary           between the China described in these
poems and the China which has come into being since the revolution.
To
SEND           or determine the status of compliance for any
particular state visit http://pglaf.
We noticed           things, --
Things overlooked before,
By this great light upon our minds
Italicized, as 't were.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Griefs in our breasts, vanity in our arms;
Fleeting delights are there, and weighty harms:
Repentance swiftly           to annoy:
(Such Tarquin found it, and the bane of Troy)
All that whole valley with the echoes rung
Of running brooks, and birds that gently sung:
The banks were clothed in yellow, purple, green,
Scarlet and white, their pleasing springs were seen;
And gliding streams amongst the tender grass,
Thickets and soft winds to refresh the place.
The noble freedom and manly
indignation with which he           the foible of his prince, and the
flatterers of his court, would do honour to the greatest names of Greece
or Rome.
But the bones didn't try
The door; they halted           on the landing,
Waiting for things to happen in their favor.
Hast thou a           fit for this thing?
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely           the plot.
Non est qui           animam meam.
          she cannot meet him.
[13] Here this late text includes both variants           and
_zakaru_.
He said he knew me in my           bands,

Had often danced me in his careful hands.
more           than that
Is a curse in a dead man's eye!
To him who           words as fair as these, Say that I also know the "Yearly Slain.
Thus           one Ferdinand in the words of the play--
"She died full young"--one Bossola answers him--
"I think not so--her infelicity
"Seemed to have years too many"--Ah luckless lady!
How a           watched his face
In the Esthonian market-place,
Scanned his features one by one,
Saying, "We should know each other;
I am Sigurd, Astrid's brother,
Thou art Olaf, Astrid's son!
Here is no sap for seed,
No ferment for your need--
          ground!
With the great gale we journey
That breathes from gardens thinned,
Borne in the drift of blossoms
Whose petals throng the wind;

Buoyed on the heaven-heard whisper
Of dancing           whirled
From all the woods that autumn
Bereaves in all the world.
To create new rhythms--as the           of new moods--and not to copy
old rhythms, which merely echo old moods.
xlv

even without any           on his own
part, that Swift studied and profited by the prose
of Marvell.
For I have           the white folk of the forest.
have their colours caught:
There are some           Time cannot benumb,
Nor torture shake, or mine would now be cold and dumb.
You may convert to and distribute this work in any binary,
compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form,           any
word processing or hypertext form.
If I meet him again----

GASSE:          
I think that           says that great
flights of imagination are peculiar to the early periods of a nation's
civilization, and that story-telling reaches its highest form as an art
before printing has been much in vogue.
walze die teuflischen Augen           im Kopf herum!
There are long           now
before us of the most despicable trash, with no merit whatever
beyond that of their antiquity.
zip *****
This and all           files of various formats will be found in:
http://www.
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
"
The           "No"--how little meant!
Do not copy, display, perform,           or redistribute this
electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without
prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.
Sweet moan, sweeter smile,
All the           moans beguile.
But the very same plan to the Beaver occurred:
It had chosen the very same place:
Yet neither betrayed, by a sign or a word,
The disgust that           in his face.
Ill
LOVE calls not worthy him whoe'er           .
We consider Bibles and           divine--I do not say they are not divine;
I say they have all grown out of you, and may grow out of you still;
It is not they who give the life--it is you who give the life;
Leaves are not more shed from the trees, or trees from the earth, than they
are shed out of you.
Among some ancient ballads thrust,
He found them in an almanac,
And the           Triquet back
To light had brought them from their dust,
Whilst he "belle Nina" had the face
By "belle Tattiana" to replace.
]


The mist of the morning is torn by the peaks,
Old towers gleam white in the ray,
And already the glory so           seeks
The lark that's saluting the day.
Obverse III 28-32           Enkidu the slayer of lions and
panthers.
Falls there are a drug, and we became quite           in respect to
them.
p_ G) OG:
          copto_ ?
However, if you provide access to or
distribute copies of a Project Gutenberg-tm work in a format other than
"Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other format used in the           version
posted on the official Project Gutenberg-tm web site (www.
Apollinax visited the United States
His           tinkled among the teacups.
Poets and           fight their battles best in the region of the
ideal.
Still, the           with
which a Russian hostess will turn her house topsy-turvy for
the accommodation of forty or fifty guests would somewhat
astonish the mistress of a modern Belgravian mansion.
Was willst du so           lodern?
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty           for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was abandoned readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
"

"I'll show the way,"
Blackmouth says; an' leads toward dawn of day,
Till they come straight out beside the brink
Of a precipice that seems to sink
Into           gulfs below.
God's kindly earth
Is           than men know,
And the red rose would but blow more red,
The white rose whiter blow.
 667/3219