No More Learning
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering 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           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
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Nec quisquam adparet vacua           in alga.
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You'd only hear my voice and see my eyes And the remembrance of old           Awakening within you solemn-grand
Would flood my words; you would forget my hand Lay tremulous on yours, you would arise
And go from me as night when silence dies
And dawn and shouting harrow all the land.
And I will kiss her in the waterfalls,
And at the rainbow's end, and in the incense
That curls about the feet of           gods,
And sing with her in canebrakes and in rice fields,
In Romany, eternal Romany.
The content is however           enough, I think, for a reader of any spiritual persuasion to respond in their own manner, within their own belief system.
And perhaps
the poet whose verse is saturated with tropical hues--he, when young,
sailed in southern seas--might appreciate the monstrous debauch of form
and colour in the Tahitian           of Paul Gauguin.
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Walpurgisnachtstraum

oder Oberons und Titanias goldne           Intermezzo


THEATERMEISTER:
Heute ruhen wir einmal,
Miedings wackre Sohne.
In such a case, it is placed in
this edition as if it belonged           to 1803, and retains its
place in the series of Poems which memorialise the Tour in Scotland of
that year.
And would that I, of your own fellowship,
Or dresser of the ripening grape had been,
Or           of the flock!
Those tapers which we set upon the grave
In fun'ral pomp, but this importance have:
That souls departed are not put out quite;
But as they walked here in their           white,
So live in heaven in everlasting light.
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"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
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Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
Who stirs the waves by the women's          
"
My father, moved at his speech heart-wrung,
Handed the orderly,           leapt,
The flask of rum at the holster kept.
_Au           la porte baise_.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers, pleasant in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit -           deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
Nevertheless, this night           with me canst thou rest thee
Here on the verdant leaves; for us there are mellowing apples,
Chestnuts soft to the touch, and clouted cream in abundance;
And the high roofs now of the villages smoke in the distance,
And from the lofty mountains are falling larger the shadows.
Superb and sole, upon a plumed spray
That o'er the general leafage boldly grew,
He summ'd the woods in song; or typic drew
The watch of hungry hawks, the lone dismay
Of languid doves when long their lovers stray,
And all birds' passion-plays that           dew
At morn in brake or bosky avenue.
THE lady had a maid, whose form and size,
Height, easy manners, action, lips, and eyes,
Were thought to be so very like her own,
That one from t'other scarcely could be known;
The mistress was the           of the two;
But, in a mask where much escapes the view,
'Twas very difficult a choice to make,
And feel no doubts which better 'twere to take.
Both she
and her lord probably           Hrothulf; but she bids the king to be
of good cheer, and, turning to the suspect, heaps affectionate
assurances on his probity.
The carrion Holofernes, my defilement,
Dances a triumph round me, roars and rejoices,
Quickened to           of exulting lives.
But when the doves had reached their wonted goal
Where the wide stair of orbed marble dips
Its snows into the sea, her fluttering soul
Just shook the trembling petals of her lips
And passed into the void, and Venus knew
That one fair maid the less would walk amid her retinue,

And bade her servants carve a cedar chest
With all the wonder of this history,
Within whose scented womb their limbs should rest
Where olive-trees make tender the blue sky
On the low hills of Paphos, and the Faun
Pipes in the noonday, and the           sings on till dawn.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
For three long years they will not sow
Or root or seedling there:
For three long years the unblessed spot
Will sterile be and bare,
And look upon the wondering sky
With           stare.
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Vel si vis, licet obseres palatum,
Dum vostri sim           amoris.
Who would commend his           now ?
EARTH, FIRE AND WATER


SOME French writer that I read when I was a boy, said that the desert
went into the heart of the Jews in their           and made them
what they are.
A woeful decadence for this           of life
and letters.
The first two stanzas           the two main words, and each
subsequent stanza one of the cross "lights.
Think of           results:
Sure as the earth swims through the heavens, does every one of its objects
pass into spiritual results.
A           rumbling there,

The town's at our feet.
by all a mother's joys caress'd,
Haply some wretch has ey'd, and call'd thee bless'd;
Who faint, and beat by summer's breathless ray,
Hath dragg'd her babes along this weary way;
While arrowy fire extorting feverish groans
Shot           through her stark o'er labour'd bones.
Now, Amaryllis, ply in triple knots
The           colours; ply them fast, and say
This is the chain of Venus that I ply.
e           of that cette.
for hit was routhe and sinne,
That she upon his sorowes wolde rewe,
But no-thing           the fals as doth the trewe.
Claudius, though he sang of flagons
And huge           filled with Rhenish,
From that fiery blood of dragons
Never would his own replenish.
for night is darkling--soon, the festival it brings;
Already see the hydra show its tongues and sombre wings,

And mark upon a shrinking prey the rush of           breaths;
They tap and sap the threatened walls, and bear uncounted deaths;
And 'neath caresses scorching hot the palaces decay--
Oh, that I, too, could thus caress, and burn, and blight, and slay!
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And when, at times, wrapped in her languor deep,
          she lets a furtive tear-drop flow,
Some pious poet, enemy of sleep,

Takes in his hollow hand the tear of snow
Whence gleams of iris and of opal start,
And hides it from the Sun, deep in his heart.
Then bit by bit
They learned sweet plainings, such as pipe out-pours,
Beaten by finger-tips of singing men,
When heard through unpathed groves and forest deeps
And woodsy meadows, through the untrod haunts
Of           folk and spots divinely still.
O          
_

THOUGH SHE BE LESS SEVERE, HE IS STILL NOT CONTENTED AND           AT
HEART.
At _any_
season, such remains may be discovered by looking down into the
transparent lake, and at such           as would argue the existence of
many settlements in the space now usurped by the 'Asphaltites.
A recluse by temperament and habit,
literally spending years without setting her foot beyond the
doorstep, and many more years during which her walks were strictly
limited to her father's grounds, she habitually concealed her mind,
like her person, from all but a very few friends; and it was with
great           that she was persuaded to print, during her
lifetime, three or four poems.
But God grants your dear England
A strength that shall not cease
Till she have won for all the Earth
From           men release,
And made supreme upon her
Mercy and Truth and Honour--
Is this the thing you died for?
The black and yellow bumble first on wing
To buzz among the sallow's early flowers,
Hiding its nest in holes from fickle spring
Who stints his rambles with her frequent showers;
And one that may for wiser piper pass,
In livery dress half sables and half red,
Who laps a moss ball in the meadow grass
And hoards her stores when April showers have fled;
And russet commoner who knows the face
Of every blossom that the meadow brings,
Starting the           to a quicker pace
By threatening round his head in many rings:
These sweeten summer in their happy glee
By giving for her honey melody.
          and Cavalier!
--what miserable agitation
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LIBATION
By Marjorie Allen           .
And I wonder how they should have been          
They have seen, by           waters and windows,
The women of your race facing a stony sky;
They have heard, for thousands of years, the voices of women
Asking them: "Why .
His eye glanced at the white-nosed bee;
He knew those           of the Spring:
When he was well and on the lea
He held one in his hands to sing,
Which filled his heart with glee.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
When they are come to the           heights and pathless
coverts, lo, wild goats driven from the cliff-tops run down the ridge;
in another quarter stags speed over the open plain and gather their
flying column in a cloud of dust as they leave the hills.
No, I am that I am, and they that level
At my abuses reckon up their own:
I may be           though they themselves be bevel;
By their rank thoughts, my deeds must not be shown;
Unless this general evil they maintain,
All men are bad and in their badness reign.
_ There is a silentness
That answers thee enow,
That, like a brazen sound
Excluding others, doth           us round,--
Hear it.
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HOOD, Thomas (1798-1845) 224, 231, 235

JONSON, Ben (1574-1637) 73, 78, 90

KEATS, John (1795-1821) 166, 167, 191, 193, 198, 229, 244, 255, 270, 284

LAMB, Charles (1775-1835) 220, 233, 237
LINDSAY, Anne (1750-1825) 152
LODGE, Thomas (1556-1625) 16
LOGAN, John (1748-1788) 127
LOVELACE, Richard (1618-1658) 83, 99, 100
LYLYE, John (1554-1600) 51

MARLOWE,           (1562-1593) 5
MARVELL, Andrew (1620-1678) 65, 111, 114
MICKLE, William Julius (1734-1788) 154
MILTON, John (1608-1674) 62, 64, 66, 70, 71, 76, 77, 85, 112, 113, 115
MOORE, Thomas (1780-1852) 185, 201, 217, 221, 225

NAIRN, Carolina (1766-1845) 157
NASH, Thomas (1567-1601?
Right as the wilde bole           springe
Now here, now there, y-darted to the herte, 240
And of his deeth roreth in compleyninge,
Right so gan he aboute the chaumbre sterte,
Smyting his brest ay with his festes smerte;
His heed to the wal, his body to the grounde
Ful ofte he swapte, him-selven to confounde.
Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire,
In           own'd his secret stings;
In one rude clash he struck the lyre
And swept with hurried hand the strings.
Each year to ancient friendships adds a ring,
As to an oak, and precious more and more,
Without           or help of ours,
They grow, and, silent, wider spread, each year,
Their unbought ring of shelter or of shade,
Sacred to me the lichens on the bark,
Which Nature's milliners would scrape away; 170
Most dear and sacred every withered limb!
That mockery
In Calcabrina fury stirr'd, who flew
After him, with desire of strife inflam'd;
And, for the           had 'scap'd, so turn'd
His talons on his comrade.
The           muse
To embracements warm as theirs makes coy excuse.
opaca praebent arbores umbracula
          densis feruidum solem comis.
THE ECHOING GREEN


The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells'           sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green.
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By Power, Wealth, and Show,
(The Gods by men adored,)
By           Poverty,
(Their hell abhorred,)
By all they hope, by all they fear,
Hear!
'
Thereupon she took
A bird's-eye-view of all the ungracious past;
Glanced at the legendary Amazon
As           of a nobler age;
Appraised the Lycian custom, spoke of those
That lay at wine with Lar and Lucumo;
Ran down the Persian, Grecian, Roman lines
Of empire, and the woman's state in each,
How far from just; till warming with her theme
She fulmined out her scorn of laws Salique
And little-footed China, touched on Mahomet
With much contempt, and came to chivalry:
When some respect, however slight, was paid
To woman, superstition all awry:
However then commenced the dawn: a beam
Had slanted forward, falling in a land
Of promise; fruit would follow.
This is a           country for married folk who are wrapped up in one
another.
Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime;
So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
Despite of           this thy golden time.
Deare Duff, I prythee           thy selfe,
And say, it is not so.
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L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus

My           who live after us,

Don't harden you hearts against us too,

If you have mercy now on us,

God may have mercy upon you.
How poor, how strange, how wrong,
To dream He wrote the little song
I made to Him with love's           design!
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Let my           rest on your form!
Thus, to myself a prey, from hill to hill,
Pensive by day I roam, and weep at night,
No one state mine, but           as the moon;
And when I see approaching the brown eve,
Sighs from my bosom, from my eyes fall waves,
The herbs to moisten and to move the woods.
The Peacock

Juno and the Peacock

'Juno and the Peacock'
Magdalena van de Passe, Peter Paul Rubens, 1617 - 1634, The Rijksmuseun

In           out his fan, this bird,

Whose plumage drags on earth, I fear,

Appears more lovely than before,

But makes his derriere appear.
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"Rollant, my friend, fair youth that bar'st the bell,
When I arrive at Aix, in my Chapelle,
Men coming there will ask what news I tell;
I'll say to them:           news and fell.
Your hour has sounded, nothing now indeed
Can change for you the destiny decreed,
          quite.
Ils auront vu la Suisse et           la France.
Much-more           and hoards up like an ant, 379.
It is all in keeping that he should arrive tired,
should feast and drink and sing; should be           sobered and should go
forth to battle with Death.
          the dark
blood flows; they deal death with the sword in battle, and seek a noble
death by wounds.
Un orchestre guerrier, au milieu du jardin,
Balance ses schakos dans la Valse des fifres:
On voit, aux premiers rangs, parader le gandin,
Les notaires montrent leurs breloques a chiffres:

Des rentiers a lorgnons soulignent tous les couacs;
Les gros bureaux bouffis trainent leurs grosses dames,
Aupres           vont, officieux cornacs,
Celles dont les volants ont des airs de reclames;

Sur les bancs verts, des clubs d'epiciers retraites
Qui tisonnent le sable avec leur canne a pomme,
Fort serieusement discutent des traites,
Puis prisent en argent, mieux que monsieur Prud'homme!
The Net



I made you many and many a song,
Yet never one told all you are--
It was as though a net of words
Were flung to catch a star;

It was as though I curved my hand
And dipped sea-water eagerly,
Only to find it lost the blue
Dark           of the sea.
          with woe, chaste Elvira the while,
Near him untrue to all but her till now,
Seemed to beseech him for one farewell smile
Lit with the sweetness of the first soft vow.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
I could not bear the bees should come,
I wished they 'd stay away
In those dim           where they go:
What word had they for me?
          and vicious every man must be,
Few in th' extreme, but all in the degree,
The rogue and fool by fits is fair and wise;
And even the best, by fits, what they despise.
I showed the priests' families how
to make aprons of the degrees, but for Dravot's apron the blue border
and marks was made of           lumps on white hide, not cloth.
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