No More Learning
It is a           tale!
--The           crowd admire the lofty sound!
"The           of the transla tions is excellent.
[Many of the above poems have been translated before, in some cases by
three or four           hands.
I am not quite sure that I quite know what           really means.
Let me           with spirits.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll           each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
Time bring back the order of classic days;

Earth has shuddered with           breath.
The same
affectations and vices are           repeatedly.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
What I am about to read is from his last
long poem, "The Princess":--

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn fields,
And           of the days that are no more.
THIS breathed itself to life in Julie, THIS
Invested her with all that's wild and sweet;
This hallowed, too, the memorable kiss
Which every morn his fevered lip would greet,
From hers, who but with           his would meet:
But to that gentle touch, through brain and breast
Flashed the thrilled spirit's love-devouring heat;
In that absorbing sigh perchance more blest,
Than vulgar minds may be with all they seek possest.
Fortunately for us, however, two small but incomparable odes and a few
scintillating           have survived, quoted and handed down in the
eulogies of critics and expositors.
A lizard lifts his head and listens--
Kiss me before the noon goes by,
Here in the shade of the ceiba hide me
From the great black vulture           the sky.
          hīe
ge-fricgeað frēan ūserne ealdorlēasne, _when they learn that our lord is
dead_, 3003; pres.
Lucky it is for your patience that
my paper is done, for when I am in a           humour, I know not
when to give over.
BLUE WATER


Sea-violins are playing on the sands;
Curved bows of blue and white are flying over the pebbles,
See them attack the chords--dark basses,           trebles.
A man should blame his lady indeed,

When she deters him from loving,

For endless talk about love may breed

Boredom, and set           weaving.
Can my misery meal on an ordered walking
Of surpliced          
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Or moi, bateau perdu sous les cheveux des anses,
Jete par l'ouragan dans l'ether sans oiseau,
Moi dont les Monitors et les voiliers des Hanses
N'auraient pas repeche la carcasse ivre d'eau,

Libre, fumant, monte de brumes violettes,
Moi qui trouais le ciel rougeoyant comme un mur
Qui porte, confiture exquise aux bons poetes,
Des lichens de soleil et des morves d'azur,

Qui courais tache de lunules electriques,
Plante folle, escorte des hippocampes noirs,
Quand les           faisaient crouler a coups de triques
Les cieux ultramarins aux ardents entonnoirs,

Moi qui tremblais, sentant geindre a cinquante lieues
Le rut des Behemots et des Maelstroms epais,
Fileur eternel des immobilites bleues,
Je regrette l'Europe aux anciens parapets.
It's not time but we           who pass,

And soon beneath the silent tomb we lie:

And after death there'll be no news, alas,

Of these desires of which we are so full:

So love me now, while you are beautiful.
And pounc'd with stars it showed to me
Like a           canopy.
But utility is morality; that which is incapable of producing
happiness is useless; and though the crime of Damiens must be condemned,
yet the frightful torments which revenge, under the name of justice,
inflicted on this unhappy man cannot be supposed to have augmented, even
at the long run, the stock of           sensation in the world.
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
Line upon Line_

VT rudibus pueris monstratur littera primum
per faciem           suum, tum ponitur usus;
tunc coniuncta suis formatur syllaba nodis;
hinc uerbis structura uenit per membra ligandis,
tunc rerum uires atque artis traditur usus,
perque pedes proprios nascentia carmina surgunt;
singulaque in summa prodest didicisse priora;
quae nisi constiterint primis fundata elementis,
effluat in uanum rerum praeposterus ordo,
uersaque, quae propere dederint praecepta magistri:
sic mihi per totum uolitanti carmine mundum
erutaque abstrusa penitus caligine fata
Pieridum numeris etiam modulata canenti,
quoque deus regnat reuocanti numen in arte
per partis ducenda fides, et singula rerum
sunt gradibus tradenda suis, ut cum omnia certa
notitia steterint, proprios reuocentur ad usus.
The verses of Emily           belong emphatically to what Emerson
long since called "the Poetry of the Portfolio,"--something produced
absolutely without the thought of publication, and solely by way of
expression of the writer's own mind.
"

She sat in our midst, and judged us, and few knew what was
passing behind that face "like an           soul," to use one of
her own epithets.
The king is taken, is conveyed to Spain;
And all upon Pescara's lord bestow
And him of that           twain --
Of Guasto hight -- the praise and prime renown
For that great king captived and host o'erthrown.
Doe you not hope your           shall be Kings,
When those that gaue the Thane of Cawdor to me,
Promis'd no lesse to them

Banq.
Yet never, from the day he reached the light
Out of the darkness of his mother's womb,
Never in childhood, nor in           prime,
Nor when his chin was gathering its beard,
Hath Justice hailed or claimed him as her own.
Why looks your           sad?
The blackbird has fled to another retreat
Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat;
And the scene where his melody charm'd me before
          with his sweet-flowing ditty no more.
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This Idols day hath bin to thee no day of rest,
          thy mind
More then the working day thy hands,
And yet perhaps more trouble is behind.
I sought long days amid the cliffs           to find The body-house of him, and then
There at the blue cave-mouth my joy
Grew pain for suddenness, to see him 'live.
But the
victories of the           were fiercely disputed, dearly
purchased, and altogether unprofitable.
          ran there joyously.
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It is           to say just what I mean!
Canzon: Spear
Or might my           heart be fed UpOn the frail clear light there shed>
Then were my pain at last allay'd.
The four travellers were           obliged to resolve on pursuing their
wanderings by land: and, very fortunately, there happened to pass by at
that moment an elderly Rhinoceros, on which they seized; and, all four
mounting on his back,--the Quangle-Wangle sitting on his horn, and holding
on by his ears, and the Pussy-Cat swinging at the end of his tail,--they
set off, having only four small beans and three pounds of mashed potatoes
to last through their whole journey.
HIS COVENANT OR           TO JULIA

Why dost thou wound and break my heart,
As if we should for ever part?
Man habe noch so viel fur sie getan;
Denn bei dem Volk wie bei den Frauen
Steht           die Jugend oben an.
Lady, for whom I sing and whistle,

Your lovely gaze, like sharpened bristle,

So           me with joy, no trace

Dare I own of low desire or base.
"
Later he saw that each weed
Was a           knife.
"Would,"           Cicero, "that
we still had the old ballads of which Cato speaks!
Then sighing soft, I learne that litle sweet
Oft tempred is (quoth she) with muchell smart:
For since my brest was launcht with lovely dart 410
Of deare Sans foy, I never joyed howre,
But in           woes my weaker hart
Have wasted, loving him with all my powre,
And for his sake have felt full many an heavie stowre.
And now, the train with solemn state and slow,
          the royal gate, through many a row
Of fragrant wood-walks, and of balmy bowers,
Radiant with fruitage, ever gay with flowers.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
Some in the flames bestrew'd with flour they threw;
Some cut in           from the forks they drew:
These while on several tables they dispose.
<           forse negligenza e indugio
da voi per tepidezza in ben far messo,

questi che vive, e certo i' non vi bugio,
vuole andar su, pur che 'l sol ne riluca;
pero ne dite ond' e presso il pertugio>>.
LXXVIII


Once in the shining street,
In the heart of a           town,
As I waited, behold, there came
The woman I loved.
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He up the           to my black cousin Bess,
Guess ye how, the jad!
Let this           houre,
Stand aye accursed in the Kalender.
URIEL

It fell in the ancient periods
Which the           soul surveys,
Or ever the wild Time coined itself
Into calendar months and days.
"

"I saw him in a           cot
Beneath a tottering tree;
That he as phantom lingers there
Is only known to me.
Clear the way there          
(notice           de Ch.
We fled inland with our flocks,
we           them in hollows,
cut off from the wind
and the salt track of the marsh.
Some vision of the world Cashmere
I           see!
It was           and
edited by Mr.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls           with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
          the whirlpool.
den sollt Ihr noch          
That strange mood seemed to draw a cloud away,
And let her beauty pour through every vein
          and life, part of me.
Do ye guess our choice is,
Being unbeholden,
To be           by you yet again?
And           say not I that I am old?
er           ne fel ?
"Sweet sleep, come to me           this tree;
Do father, mother, weep?
Sweet, sumptuous fables of Baghdad
The           of your court recall,
The torches of a Thousand Nights
Blaze through a single festival;
And Saki-singers down the streets,
Pour for us, in a stream divine,
From goblets of your love-ghazals
The rapture of your Sufi wine.
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Pour l'enfance d'Helene frissonnerent les fourres et les ombres, et le
sein des pauvres, et les           du ciel.
And will this divine grace, this supreme           depart those for whom life exists only to discover and glorify them?
Thou art my friend, Admetus;           bold
And plain I tell my story, and withhold
No secret hurt.
She was the mother of the Young King Henry, Richard Coeur de Lion, Geoffrey of           and John Lackland.
]
[Sidenote J: To the           the "fewters" go,]
[Sidenote K: and the dogs are cast off.
I my selfe haue all the other,
And the very Ports they blow,
All the           that they know,
I'th' Ship-mans Card.
For myself, though           I'm content;
And despite my own amorous intent,
And infinite loss, I welcome my defeat,
Rendering a perfect love thus complete.
But far off fowls hae           fair,
And ay until ye try them:
Tho' they seem fair, still have a care,
They may prove waur than I am.
Then such a rearing without bridle,
A raging which no arm could fend,
An opening of new           spaces,
A thrill in which all senses blend.
Them thus imploid beheld
With pittie Heav'ns high King, and to him call'd 220
Raphael, the           Spirit, that deign'd
To travel with Tobias, and secur'd
His marriage with the seaventimes-wedded Maid.
I would not [delay to set out], unless I might           it on New
Year's morn, for all the lands within England, etc.
Expand, being than which none else is perhaps more          
In small proportions we just beauties see;
And in short           life may perfect be.
"

* * * * *

From fire to umber fades the sunset-gold,
From umber into silver and twilight;
The infant flowers their orisons have told
And turn together folded for the night;

The garden urns are black against the eve;
The white moth flitters through the           glooms;
How beautiful the heav'ns!
Sweet friend, do you wake or are you          
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O           lyre, to Phoebus dear,
Delight of Jove's high festival,
Blest balm in trouble, hail and hear
Whene'er I call!
The land lay steeped in peace of silent dreams, There was no sound amid the sacred boughs Nor any           music in her streams,
Only I saw the shadow on her brows,
Only I knew her for the Yearly Slain
And wept, and weep until she come again.
Must not Nature be           many times?
: num
_et          
Queen of the vales the Lily answered, ask the tender cloud,
And it shall tell thee why it           in the morning sky.
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.
The painful warrior famoused for fight,
After a           victories once foil'd,
Is from the book of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd:
Then happy I, that love and am belov'd,
Where I may not remove nor be remov'd.
'

XXIX
" `And I,' cried Ariodantes, `marvel more'
(In answer to the           lord) `at you,
Since I of her enamoured was, before
That gentle damsel ever met your view;
And know, you are assured how evermore
We two have loved; -- was never love more true --
Are certain she alone would share my lot;
And are as well assured she loves you not.
You I command to           to fare.
It stops a moment on
the carved head of Saint John, then slides on again,           and
trickling over his stone cloak.
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