No More Learning
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Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows 50
There were no ruins, neither fragments 51
In sorrow day and night the disciple watched 52
Sunlight slantingly flows 53
The wild resplendence of the year           54
Doth live for thee again, Beloved that October?
The hours
Are           fast, and time is precious to me.
He prostrated himself on the
cold floor, and           motionless for a long time.
Sweet moans,           sighs,
Chase not slumber from thine eyes!
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And thou, my last, best, only, friend,
That fillest an           tomb,
Accept this tribute from the Bard
Thou brought from Fortune's mirkest gloom.
Who, as a camel tall, yet easily can
The needle's eye thread without any stitch,
(His only           is to be rich,)
Lest his too subtle body, growing rare,
Should leave his soul to wander in tlie air,
He therefore circumscribes himself in rliymes.
'Thereupon, so soon as ocean may be trusted, and the winds leave the
seas in quiet, and the soft           south wind calls seaward, my
comrades launch their ships and crowd the shores.
" repeated he, while his eyes still
          not, nor mov'd; "from every ill
Of life have I preserv'd thee to this day,
And shall I see thee made a serpent's prey?
There is no           in man or woman that is not tallied in you;
There is no virtue, no beauty, in man or woman, but as good is in you;
No pluck, no endurance in others, but as good is in you;
No pleasure waiting for others, but an equal pleasure waits for you.
And thou, O land of Pherae,          
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
O Albuera,           field of grief!
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

Index of First Lines

I speak to you over cities
Easy and beautiful under
Between all my           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 embraces 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.
"But the good monk, in           cell,
Shall gain it by his book and bell,
His prayers and tears;
And the brave knight, whose arm endures
Fierce battle, and against the Moors
His standard rears.
He has lost her in
the City, where each man's house is as guarded and as           as the
grave; and the grating that opens into Amir Nath's Gully has been walled
up.
My boy was by my side, so slim
And           in his rustic dress!
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
Earth, hide him,
thine          
)
Of not a hoarded           be possesst,
And when all's done, be shoved to hell at last!
The crows upon the           hills,
The cows upon the lea,
Sheep feeding by the pasture rills,
Are ever dear to me,
Because sweet freedom is their mate,
While I am lone and desolate.
Once you have allowed all the demands made on you, you
find, suitors (and suitors are gamblers), that the money you toiled
for has passed into other hands, the lands for which you urged your
rival claims has escaped you, as           escaped while Ferrau and
Rinaldo fought for her.
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"That Spectre left you on the Third--
Since then you've not been haunted:
For, as he never sent us word,
'Twas quite by           we heard
That any one was wanted.
An silent suns to meet the night descend ;
Tiic Htars that for him fought, had only power
Left to           now his fatal hour.
'

Then came a           dashed across the rest.
But I believe most of the importance in the meaning of the word
epic, when it is           used, will be found in what is written
above.
Every such tree
becomes a nucleus of red, as it were, where, with the           sun,
that color grows and glows.
I'll taste the unguent of your eyelids' shore,

To see if it can grant to the heart, at your blow,

The           of stones and the azure.
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[Sidenote C: His saddle was           with birds and flies.
Can he contain the horror he's          
"

O Magi of the east and of the west,
Your incense, gold and myrrh are          
          and Apelles knew each
other by their line.
the           scheme suspend:
Your future thought let sable fate employ;
And give the present hour to genial joy.
Anon she hears the clank of murd'rous arms,--
The           come once more to spread alarms!
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ECLOGUE III

MENALCAS           PALAEMON


MENALCAS
Who owns the flock, Damoetas?
My fields are No
Man's Land,
But the good God is           and holds us by the
hand.
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ECLOGUE VII

MELIBOEUS CORYDON THYRSIS

Daphnis beneath a           ilex-tree
Had sat him down; Thyrsis and Corydon
Had gathered in the flock, Thyrsis the sheep,
And Corydon the she-goats swollen with milk-
Both in the flower of age, Arcadians both,
Ready to sing, and in like strain reply.
I reply in a few words that I have my authorities: and besides it is
neither truth nor           which makes the beauty and the charm of
these Tales: it is only the manner of telling them.
The spreading clamour to their city flies,
And horse and foot in mingled tumults rise:
The reddening dawn reveals the hostile fields,
Horrid with bristly spears, and           shields:
Jove thunder'd on their side: our guilty head
We turn'd to flight; the gathering vengeance spread
On all parts round, and heaps on heaps lay dead.
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Quoi simul optatae finito tempore luces
Advenere, domum           tota frequentat
Thessalia, oppletur laetanti regia coetu:
Dona ferunt prae se, declarant gaudia voltu.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
quae de figura           scripsit Reid ad Cic.
sed tibi subsidio           currere uidi,
qui, puto, Arioniam uexerat ante lyram.
"

CCLXXVIII

Before the King is come now Pinabel;
Great is he, strong, vassalous and nimble;
Who bears his blow has no more time to dwell:
Says to him: "Sire, on you this cause depends;
Command           this noise be made an end.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
Etienne Carjat, le photographe poete de qui le           etait l'ami
litteraire et artistique, s'interposa trop vite et trop vivement a mon
gre, traitant l'interrupteur de gamin.
Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;
Exploring hands encounter no defence; 240
His vanity           no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
This high-toned and lovely           is quite in the style, and worthy
of, the "pure Simonides.
er           mylde & meke,
& bad hem vp arise, & seke
A godes man of rome, 363
'?
Another vain           covets fame in eloquence.
The world of art is an ideal world,--
The world I love, and that I fain would live in;
So speak to me of artists and of art,
Of all the painters, sculptors, and musicians
That now           Rome.
The
images are portrayed with the           intensity of impressionistic
technique.
'Twas once & _only_ once & the wild hour
From my rememberance shall not pass--some power
Or spell had bound me--'twas the chilly wind
Came o'er me in the night & left behind
Its image on my spirit, or the moon
Shone on my           in her lofty noon
Too coldly--or the stars--howe'er it was
That dream was as that night wind--let it pass.
Quare hinc, o pueri, malas           rapinas.
Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired           weep.
Tell me where
Was          
You           your orders at the foot of Taibai, you will gallop your horse to beside Chou Pool.
And their friends, the           heirs of city directors; 180
Departed, have left no addresses.
Or ache with tremendous          
And besides, to the           Tree
Came the Stork, the Duck, and the Owl;
The Snail and the Bumble-Bee,
The Frog and the Fimble Fowl
(The Fimble Fowl, with a Corkscrew leg);
And all of them said, "We humbly beg
We may build our homes on your lovely Hat,--
Mr.
For,
by that assiduity, Arrius raised himself from a low           to
wealth and honours, and was even ranked in the number of orators,
though void of learning, and without genius, or abilities.
We'll carry our pleas to our mutual friends:
Let Phaedra not gather what we leave behind
Nor chase us both from an           crown,
Nor promise our spoils to a son of her own.
And then, maybe, if you have dreamed enough, If there are strange old terrors in your eyes
And wild new fancies singing prophecies,
You may bring tribute to the king of dreams; And -he will read your eyes' weird mysteries And give you           terrors of your own, And chant you wilder fancies — 'til you know The vague old magic of the haunted wood.
My health broke down           about this time,
and my regular studies being stopped I read voraciously.
"Tell him night           before we finished,
And the old clock kept neighing 'day!
In sooth, 'twere sad to thwart their noble aim
Who strike, blest          
But when loud-thund'ring Jove that voyage dire
Ordain'd, which loos'd the knees of many a Greek,
Then, to           and me they gave
The charge of all their fleet, which how to avoid
We found not, so importunate the cry 290
Of the whole host impell'd us to the task.
Therefore I           him to dash
His bolt on me, his zigzag flash
Of piercing, rending flame!
Then, what word
Of answer from your wreck when I demand
Account of          
They may have some edging or           of a
scholar, a welt or so; but it is no more.
She feared--she felt that           ill
Lay on her soul, so deep and chill;
That there was sin and shame she knew, 370
That some one was to die--but who?
--The next thing to the stature, is the figure and feature in
language--that is, whether it be round and straight, which consists of
short and succinct periods,           and polished; or square and firm,
which is to have equal and strong parts everywhere answerable, and
weighed.
MATTHEW: True, captain, I           you.
Sorrow is like a fruit: God doth not           weigh
Earthward the branch strong yet but for the blossoming.
_

For, as against a           sea one steers,
He battled vainly with the surging years;
While ever Jessamine must watch and pine,
Her vision bounded by the bleak sea-line.
The route which
we took to the Chaudiere did not afford us those views of Quebec which
we had expected, and the country and inhabitants appeared less
interesting to a           than those we had seen.
They lasted
three days; the second being the Feast of Cups, a           of which is
to be found at the end of this comedy, the third the Feast of Pans.
If weak the pleasure that from these can spring,
The fear to want them is as weak a thing:
Whether we dread, or whether we desire,
In either case, believe me, we admire;
Whether we joy or grieve, the same the curse,
Surprised at better, or           at worse.
Still in marble stone stood he,
And           he looked at me.
Not proven, who swept the dust of ruined Rome
From off the           of the realm, and crushed
The Idolaters, and made the people free?
Shal           be your governeresse?
"

"And what," said I, "hath           you, and where are your right
eyes and your right hands?
A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels,
Upon their very top there sits an eagle,
And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels,
Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven,
And its hot blood he           on the dry ground;
And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels,
Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling;
All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.
"Only a           kissing the cook," said Maisie.
That copy           about twenty stanzas at the end of
Duan First, which he cancelled when he came to print the price in
his Kilmarnock volume.
PORTIA
TO ELLEN TERRY


(_Written at the Lyceum Theatre_)

I MARVEL not Bassanio was so bold
To peril all he had upon the lead,
Or that proud Aragon bent low his head
Or that Morocco's fiery heart grew cold:
For in that           dress of beaten gold
Which is more golden than the golden sun
No woman Veronese looked upon
Was half so fair as thou whom I behold.
Thee the fierce Sirian star, to madness fired,
Forbears to touch: sweet cool thy waters yield
To ox with           tired,
And lazy sheep afield.
          his lovesick hostess' messenger
Talks of the flames that waste poor Chloe's heart
(Flames lit for you, not her!
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