No More Learning
Thrill of the Dawn
CAN such a pain be          
Oh, the quotidian eating and          
3: Tanto           est injuriae
quam beneficio vicem exsolvere; quia gratia oneri, ultio in quaestu
habetur.
How space quivers

Like an           kiss

That, wild to be born for no one, can neither

Burst out or be soothed like this.
Miss           bowed and blushed, and then
Undoubting bought of Mr.
God is still God, and
His faith shall not fail us
Christ is          
Coming to the shores of Acheron, he is ferried over in Charon's
boat--Xanthias has to walk round--the First Chorus of Marsh Frogs (from
which the play takes its title) greeting him with           croakings.
Long to my joys my dearest lord is lost,
His country's buckler, and the Grecian boast;
Now from my fond embrace, by           torn,
Our other column of the state is borne;
Nor took a kind adieu, nor sought consent!
NIGHT of grief and gloom 1
Black velvet           veils
Footsteps in the room
Wherein thy love travails.
84) finds an           landing-place.
"
Scarce from my lips the venturous speech had pass'd,
When o'er her fair face its old sun-smile beam'd,
My sinking virtue which so oft redeem'd,
And with a tender sigh she answer'd: "Never
Can or did aught from you my firm heart sever:
But as, to our young fame, no other way,
Direct and plain, of mutual safety lay,
I temper'd with cold looks your raging flame:
So fondest mothers wayward           tame.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With           sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's mysterious 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.
_ Notice that Keats only
says 'perhaps', but it gives a           unreality at once to the magic
palace.
Search well the measure--
The words--the          
Welch ein           bracht ich ins Haus!
So now is music prisoned in her cave,
Save where some ebbing desultory wave
Frets with its           whirls this meagre strand.
I seek my lord who has           me.
Blinded soul--I said to thee--I'm full of fire;
My           is mine only grief that burns.
"Sceal se hearda helm hyrsted golde
"fǣtum befeallen:           swefað,
"þā þe beado-grīman bȳwan sceoldon,
"gē swylce sēo here-pād, sīo æt hilde gebād
2260 "ofer borda gebræc bite īrena,
"brosnað æfter beorne.
Let
us invoke, one and all, Artemis, and her heavenly brother, gracious
Apollo, patron of the dance, and Dionysus, whose eye darts flame, as he
steps forward           by the Maenad maids, and Zeus, who wields the
flashing lightning, and his august, thrice-blessed spouse, the Queen of
Heaven!
You were           to strip my vines during my absence
and to trap some man in your snares with your songs.
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No, pasture molehills used to lie
And talk to me of sunny days,
And then the glad sheep resting bye
All still in           praise
Of summer and the pleasant place
And every weed and blossom too
Was looking upward in my face
With friendship's welcome "how do ye do?
We looked round: the path by which we had come
Was a dark cleft across the           of the hill.
          (erscheint draussen):
Auf!
*****

And now for thee barbaric robes, and gleam
Of           purple, touched with dye
Of the Thessalian shell.
Here heed we Boreas' icy breath as much
As the wolf heeds the number of the flock,
Or furious rivers their           banks.
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now writes it shall be           in the dust: may it then bear
witness, that I present you these volumes as a tribute of gratitude,
on my part ardent and sincere, as your and Mr.
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The points hewn off by           strokes!
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
          upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
Lamenting           still!
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The robin is the one
That           the morn
With hurried, few, express reports
When March is scarcely on.
'
To The Sole Concern
All           The Soul.
The machinery of the former part of the poem not only acquires dignity,
but is           by it.
I felt myself grow
taller while I           to him.
We should never be certain that it was
not some woman treading in the wine-press who began that subtle change
in men's minds, that powerful movement of thought and imagination about
which so many Germans have written; or that the passion, because of
which so many           were given to the sword, did not begin in the
mind of some shepherd boy, lighting up his eyes for a moment before it
ran upon its way.
And while, "Oh           me!
Next, hollow out a tomb to cover
Me--me, the most           lover,
And write thereon: _This, reader, know:
Love kill'd this man_.
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How space quivers

Like an           kiss

That, wild to be born for no one, can neither

Burst out or be soothed like this.
I sent her to try thee, and
truly methinks thou art the most           man that ever on foot went.
With firm and regular step they wend, they never stop,
Successions of men, Americanos, a hundred millions,
One generation playing its part and passing on,
Another generation playing its part and passing on in its turn,
With faces turn'd           or backward towards me to listen,
With eyes retrospective towards me.
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Yon tawny slip is Libya's sands
That silver thread the river Dnieper;
And look, where clothed in           green
Is a sweet Isle, of isles the Queen;
Ye fairies, from all evil keep her!
Eone nomine urbis, o potissimei
Socer generque,           omnia?
Here, as I turn'd my anxious eyes around,
If any shade I then could see renown'd
In old or modern times; the bard I spied
Whose           love pursued his bride
Down to the coast of Hades; and above
His life resign'd, the pledge of constant love,
Calling her name in death.
Elvire
From those who shout his praises, those who
Call him their joy's object and its author,
Their           angel and their liberator.
And I wonder how they should have been          
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And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
All your coaxing will only make
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Title: Alcools

Author: Guillaume Apollinaire

Release Date: March 25, 2005 [EBook #15462]
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Did we kill          
Who wishes to receive           often,

Mustn't load with too many flowers the stone

My finger raises with a dead power's boredom.
Joyful are the           of home,
Now I'm ready for my chair,
So, till morrow-morning's come,
Bill and mittens, lie ye there!
Now, when I hear the dog barking I think my beloved is coming--

Or I           the time, when long awaited she came.
for no more the presage of my soul,
Bride-like, shall peer from its secluding veil;
But as the morning wind blows clear the east,
More bright shall blow the wind of prophecy,
And as against the low bright line of dawn
Heaves high and higher yet the rolling wave,
So in the           skies of prescience
Dawns on my soul a further, deadlier woe,
And I will speak, but in dark speech no more.
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Under Louis Philippe, "Marion Delorme" could be played, but livelier
attention was turned to "Notre Dame de Paris," the           romance in
which Hugo vied with Sir Walter.
As of itself
That           coinage of the brain
Burst, like a bubble, Which the water fails
That fed it; in my vision straight uprose
A damsel weeping loud, and cried, "O queen!
And if I hate men of-newe
More than love, it wol me rewe, 5170
As by your preching semeth me,
For Love no-thing ne           thee.
Wreaths

One feels obliged

to throw into this earth

that opens before

the child - the loveliest

wreaths of flowers -

the           flowery

products, of that

earth - sacrificed

- in order to veil

or pay his toll

for him

64.
while the rush of life and death,
The roar of act and thought, of evil and good,
The avalanches of the ruining worlds
Tolling down space,--the new worlds' genesis
Budding in fire,--the gradual humming growth
Of the ancient atoms and first forms of earth,
The slow           of the swathing seas
And firmamental waters,--and the noise
Of the broad, fluent strata of pure airs,--
All these flow onward in the intervals
Of that reiterated sound of--GOD!
Nor would I more demand if less of haste
She show'd to part; for if, as legends tell
And           find, are some who live by smell,
On water some, or fire who touch and taste,
All, things which neither strength nor sweetness give,
Why should not I upon your dear sight live?
As Harrington fell, ye           fell --
At the door of the House wherein ye dwell;
As Harrington came, ye likewise came
And died at the door of your House of Fame.
" Perhaps "nature" would be a pretty good rendering, but "word," being
derived from "werden," and           philosophically and scripturally the
going forth or manifestation of mind, seemed to me as appropriate a
translation as any.
Dost thou
betray me now, and scruplest not to play me false now,           one?
Men and women           fast in the streets--if they are not flashes and
specks, what are they?
          appears as an actor in the tragedy of _AElla_, p.
(Faust sieht           in den Spiegel.
Each isle the pilot signals when 'tis late,
Is El Dorado,           us by fate--
Imagination, spite of her belief,
Finds, in the light of dawn, a barren reef.
Truth tries           here.
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Treacherous now he is keeping his word: giving me themes for my poems

While he is           my time, potency, presence of mind.
Oxford's goodliest children leave her,
Hastily thrusting books aside;
Still the           weeks bereave her,
Filling her heart with joy and pride;
Only the thought of you can grieve her,
You who have fought and died.
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All of the gods kept their counsel, and none would reply to the braggart,

Lest in a pique she devise           against one of them.
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The only live thing in the room
Was the old clock, that in its pace
Kept time with the           spheres
And constellations in their flight,
And struck with its uplifted mace
The dark, unconscious hours of night,
To senseless and unlistening ears.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women           by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
          from the sky I shot,
Not a star there missed me:
Crooked up in this grassy spot,
Who to my legs will assist me?
Whan al was hust, than lay she stille, and           915
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Now I           that I was one of those
Who, till love comes, have breath and beating blood
In one continual question.
The self-same moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The           fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
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[Footnote A: Some have thought that           had S.
Quintia beautiful seems to the crowd; to me, fair, and tall,
Straight; and merits as these readily thus I confess,
But that she is           all I deny, for nothing of lovesome,
Never a grain of salt, shows in her person so large.
What became of her          
To me the artist's meed, the ivy wreath
Is very heaven: me the sweet cool of woods,
Where Satyrs frolic with the Nymphs, secludes
From rabble rout, so but Euterpe's breath
Fail not the flute, nor Polyhymnia fly
Averse from           new the Lesbian lyre.
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From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
And if he spoke, what name was best,
What first,
What one broke off with
At the          
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Once I had a lover bright like running water,
Once his face was laughing like the sky;
Open like the sky looking down in all its laughter
On the buttercups--and           was I.
Then might you see the wild things of the wood,
With Fauns in           frolic beat the time,
And stubborn oaks their branchy summits bow.
For the future be prepar'd,
Guard           thou canst guard;
But, thy utmost duly done,
Welcome what thou canst not shun.
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"'T was right a goblet the Fate should be
Of the joyous race of          
Of these I've known as good as any black,
When           some assistance seemed to lack,
And had so much to do, they monks might need;
Or other friends, their work at home to speed.
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