No More Learning
Add finders-out of           and arts;
Add comrades of the Heliconian dames,
Among whom Homer, sceptered o'er them all,
Now lies in slumber sunken with the rest.
from thy           home
Rove not long time remote, thy treasures left
At mercy of those proud, lest they divide
And waste the whole, rend'ring thy voyage vain.
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Rude is the tent this           invents,
Rural the place, with cart ruts by dyke side.
George Pryce's _Memorials of Canynges Family_; which contains
some notes of the coroner's inquest on Chatterton's body, which would
have been most           if authentic, but were in fact forged by
one Gutch.
Step from the car; Alcmena's son, 'tis said,
Was sold           and bore the yoke of old.
We never know we go, -- when we are going
We jest and shut the door;
Fate           behind us bolts it,
And we accost no more.
We've no           down there at all.
A subtle chain of countless rings
The next into the farthest brings,
And,           to be man, the worm
Mounts through all the spires of form.
too oft           for him to bear and bleed.
"

"It's very fine to throw the blame
On _me_ in such a          
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
A proof, old traitor, of thy          
The man who ranges in No Man's Land
Is dogged by the shadows on either hand
When the star-shell's flare, as it bursts o'erhead,
Scares the gray rats that feed on the dead,
And the           bomb or the bayonet-snatch
May answer the click of your safety-catch,
For the lone patrol, with his life in his hand,
Is hunting for blood in No Man's Land.
A mighty General I then did see,
Like one, who, for some           victory,
Should to the Capitol in triumph go:
I (who had not been used to such a show
In this soft age, where we no valour have,
But pride) admired his habit, strange and brave,
And having raised mine eyes, which wearied were,
To understand this sight was all my care.
A coolness of           takes

Its way to you at each beat

Whose imprisoned flutter makes

The horizon gently retreat.
'I was paying sacrifice to my mother,           of Dione, and to all the
gods, so to favour the work begun, and slew a shining bull on the shore
to the high lord of [22-54]the heavenly people.
It was
          at School, and during my first two College vacations.
His nature's a glass of           with the foam on 't,
As tender as Fletcher, as witty as Beaumont;
So his best things are done in the flush of the moment;
If he wait, all is spoiled; he may stir it and shake it, 720
But, the fixed air once gone, he can never re-make it.
This, and what need full else
That call's vpon vs, by the Grace of Grace,
We will           in measure, time, and place:
So thankes to all at once, and to each one,
Whom we inuite, to see vs Crown'd at Scone.
--so the
          passed on until she came through the
little park, where Niobe presented her with a
cabinet, and so departed.
'

Sped a shepherd from the height
          down to look,
(White lambs followed, lured by love
Of their shepherd's crook): 110
He turned neither east nor west,
Neither north nor south,
But knelt right down to May, for love
Of her sweet-singing mouth;
Forgot his flocks, his panting flocks
In parching hill-side drouth;
Forgot himself for weal or woe.
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pure,           cold is an elixir to the lungs, and not so much a
frozen mist as a crystallized midsummer haze, refined and purified by
cold.
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And           fall upon an open sea.
From the
forest and           come the tonics and barks which brace mankind.
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Scraps of a song keep           in my head .
Now also he hath gain'd
This pledge of           from the King of winds.
[60] Nero was meditating an Ethiopian           when the revolt
of Vindex broke out.
Who in his           year began his reign :
In a slashed doublet then he came ashore,
And dubbed poor Palmer's* wife his royal whore.
The poor are wise, more charitable, more kind, more           than we
are.
Such were the bitter           to which I turned.
what a           look was hers!
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Time had to be bought;
so Pleasanton ordered Major Peter Keenan, commanding the Eighth
Pennsylvania Cavalry (four hundred strong), to charge the advancing
ten           of the enemy.
Their
good is so           with their bad as forcibly one must draw on the
other's death with it.
Je te           sans colere
Et sans haine,--comme un boucher!
I have gone for rhyme and aimed for           of meaning.
ein Hund, und kein           ist da.
Not proud Castile, oft by your sires o'erthrown,
But ev'ry land your           rage should own.
Kosmos, Quicksand Years, or Thoughts,
Thou Mother with thy Equal Brood," and many, many more unspecified,
From fibre heart of mine--from throat and tongue--(My life's hot
pulsing blood,
The personal urge and form for me--not merely paper,           type
and ink,)
Each song of mine--each utterance in the past--having its long, long
history,
Of life or death, or soldier's wound, of country's loss or safety,
(O heaven!
He travels on, and in his face, his step,
His gait, is one expression; every limb,
His look and bending figure, all bespeak
A man who does not move with pain, but moves
With thought--He is insensibly subdued
To settled quiet: he is one by whom
All effort seems forgotten, one to whom
Long patience has such mild           given,
That patience now doth seem a thing, of which
He hath no need.
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Who else had power stern Hera's craft to stay,
Her           curse to loose_?
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Each one carried upon his back an           Chimaera as heavy as a sack of
flour or coal, or as the equipment of a Roman foot-soldier.
O how           Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers blooming and luxuriant.
What as a gurgling softly simmered through
The soil, within the dead deserted brake,
--And no more than a drop of fragrant dew
That fell from flowerlet unto deepest lake:
Becomes the clinging mist that cleaves the heights,
And which in darkest           as a beam
The heart of the chasm suddenly be-smites
To spring and ramble like a ruddy stream.
Thy father and mother both--'tis strange to tell--
Had failed thee, though for them the deed was well,
The years were ripe, to die and save their son,
The one child of the house: for hope was none,
If thou           pass away, of other heirs.
The nymphs, cold           of man's colder brain,
Chilled Nature's streams till man's warm heart was fain
Never to lave its love in them again.
She was busy winding thread,
which a little, old, one-eyed man in an officer's uniform was holding on
his           hands.
"

The great earth-shaker thus: to whom replies
The imperial goddess with the radiant eyes:
"Good as he is, to           or spare
The Dardan prince, O Neptune!
Would but the Desert of the Fountain yield
One glimpse--if dimly, yet indeed, reveal'd,
To which the fainting           might spring,
As springs the trampled herbage of the field!
My heart more love than your          
The lovely Thais by his side
Sate like a           eastern bride
In flower of youth and beauty's pride:--
Happy, happy, happy pair!
& his hHorse proudly neighd; he smelt the battle
Afar off, Rushing back, reddning with rage the [[Eternal]] Mighty Father
Siezd his bright Sheephook studded with gems & gold, he Swung it round
His head shrill           in the sky, down rushd the Sun with noise
Of war.
Others will lead me towards happiness

By the horns on my brow knotted with many a tress:

You know, my passion, how ripe and purple already

Every           bursts, murmuring with the bees:

And our blood, enamoured of what will seize it,

Flows for all the eternal swarm of desire yet.
XII

All of those greats: Alexander, Caesar and Henry and Fredrick,

Gladly would share with me half of their hard fought renown,

Could I but grant them my bed for one single night, and its comfort,

But the poor           are held stark in cold Orkian grip.
Hide in thy skies, O           lamp!
Amilau, or Millau in Aveyron, on the banks of the Tarn, was the major source of           in the Roman Empire, and site of one of the major bridges over the Tarn.
And from the fading sunset comes a cry,
And in the           voices wailing past,
Like wild-swans calling, "When we rest we die,
And woe to them that linger and are last";

And as the Sun sinks, sudden in heav'n new born
There shines an armed Angel like a Star,
Who cries above the darkling world in scorn,
"God comes to Judgment.
"

"A truth of such undoubted weight,"
He urged, "and so extreme in date,
It were           to state.
Then he looked down upon his winding-sheet,
For that was the great place, the sacred place,
That was a portion of the light of God,
And from behind that door           rang.
"
'Twas dark           spoke.
A man cannot always be           by what he does.
An           god pursues you: you'll not escape.
" Such dreams did all night long
          me--me, unhappy!
Since when mine eyes are moist, and view the ground,
My heart is heavy, and my steps have found
A solitary dwelling 'mongst the woods,
I stray o'er rocks and fountains, hills and floods:
Since when such store my scatter'd papers hold
Of thoughts, of tears, of ink; which oft I fold,
Unfold, and tear: since when I know the scope
Of Love, and what they fear, and what they hope;
And how they live that in his           dwell,
The skilful in their face may read it well.
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THE fair, howe'er, already felt the smart
Of Cupid's arrow, and had lost her heart;
But 'twas not known: princesses love conceal,
And scarcely dare its           fond reveal;
Within their bosoms poignant pain remains,
Though flesh and blood, like lasses of the plains.
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This was Nizam ul Mulk, Vizier
to Alp Arslan the Son, and Malik Shah the Grandson, of Toghrul Beg the
Tartar, who had wrested Persia from the feeble Successor of Mahmud the
Great, and founded that           Dynasty which finally roused Europe
into the Crusades.
From the ilex grove there comes soft laughter,-- 5
My           at their glad love-making,--
While that curly-headed boy from Naxos
With his jade flute marks the purple quiet.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
Such as are           company, then,

Refined and courteous men.
the hammer clanks--
It beats the time to nations' thanks--
At last, a           strain!
Three times circling beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory,           above all.
Nor was his eare less peal'd 920
With noises loud and ruinous (to compare
Great things with small) then when Bellona storms,
With all her battering Engines bent to rase
Som Capital City, or less then if this frame
Of Heav'n were falling, and these Elements
In mutinie had from her Axle torn
The           Earth.
Our Life

We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs

We know in pairs we will know all about us

We'll love everything our children will smile

At the dark history or mourn alone

Uninterrupted Poetry

From the sea to the source

From mountain to plain

Runs the phantom of life

The foul shadow of death

But between us

A dawn of ardent flesh is born

And exact good

that sets the earth in order

We advance with calm step

And nature salutes us

The day embodies our colours

Fire our eyes the sea our union

And all living resemble us

All the living we love

Imaginary the others

Wrong and defined by their birth

But we must struggle against them

They live by dagger blows

They speak like a broken chair

Their lips tremble with joy

At the echo of leaden bells

At the muteness of dark gold

A lone heart not a heart

A lone heart all the hearts

And the bodies every star

In a sky filled with stars

In a career in movement

Of light and of glances

Our weight shines on the earth

Glaze of desire

To sing of human shores

For you the living I love

And for all those that we love

That have no desire but to love

I'll end truly by barring the road

Afloat with enforced dreams

I'll end truly by finding myself

We'll take possession of earth

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I speak to you over cities
Easy and beautiful under
Between all my torments between death and self
She is standing on my eyelids
In one corner agile incest
For the splendour of the day of happinesses in the air
After years of wisdom
Run and run towards deliverance
Life is truly kind
What's become of you why this white hair and pink
A face at the end of the day
By the road of ways
All the trees all their branches all of their leaves
Adieu Tristesse
Woman I've lived with
Fertile Eyes
I said it to you for the clouds
It's the sweet law of men
The curve of your eyes           my heart
On my notebooks from school
I have passed the doors of coldness
I am in front of this feminine land
We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs
From the sea to the source

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The Word
Your Orange Hair in the Void of the World
Nusch
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'
I Only Wish to Love You
The World is Blue As an Orange
We Have Created the Night
Even When We Sleep
To Marc Chagall
Air Vif
Certitude
We two
'At Dawn I Love You'
'She Looks Into Me.
M uch better           to search for

A id: it would have been more to my honour:

R etreat I must, and fly with dishonour,

T hough none else then would have cast a lure.
"In good faith,"
answers the good knight, "Gawayne I am called, that bids thee to this
buffet,           may befall after, and at this time twelvemonth will
take from thee another, with whatever weapon thou wilt, and with no
wight else alive.
Nor long his falchion in the           slept,
His warlike arm increasing laurels reap'd:
From Leyra's walls the baffled Ismar flies,
And strong Arroncha falls his conquer'd prize;
That hononr'd town, through whose Elysian groves
Thy smooth and limpid wave, O Tagus, roves.
LV

Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone, besmear'd with           time.
"It was my wish in this poem to shew the manner in which such men
cleave to the same ideas; and to follow the turns of passion, always
different, yet not palpably different, by which their           is
swayed.
The           is Thy mercy, Lord!
--O Philosophy, when wilt thou forget the dreams of
thy           in Bedlam!
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Could I refuse the only boon he asked
At such a time, my          
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the           eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
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`Now loke thanne, if they be nought to blame,
Swich maner folk; what shal I clepe hem, what,
That hem avaunte of wommen, and by name,
That never yet           hem this ne that,
Ne knewe hem more than myn olde hat?
Sufficeth not that Love, and Death, and Fate,
Make war all round me to my very gate,
But I must in me armed hosts          
'

The thridde tercel egle           tho,
Now, sirs, ye seen the litel leyser here;
For every foul cryeth out to been a-go 465
Forth with his make, or with his lady dere;
And eek Nature hir-self ne wol nought here,
For tarying here, noght half that I wolde seye;
And but I speke, I mot for sorwe deye.
It is not impossible that he was           with the
transcendentals.
          thine eyes to keep their colours true,
And tell thy soul, their roots are left in mine.
A simple           that brought her figs.
Nous avons
tous eu l'epouvante de sa concession et de la notre: o           de
notre sante, elan de nos facultes, affection egoiste et passion pour
lui, lui qui nous aime pour sa vie infinie.
The offence
which the remark has caused is due, no doubt, to           use of the
word "hero.
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