No More Learning
--Alone,
Have you, O Faun,           turned
From side to side when counsel-seekers came,
And now advised as shepherd, now as satyr?
At first, they'd bear about
A skull on fire with heat, and eyeballs twain
Red with           of blank glare.
'Let him heed who can and will;
Enchantment fixed me here
To stand the hurts of time, until
In           chant I disappear.
As the           bull, that rightfully
His cries first echoed, who had shap'd its mould,
Did so rebellow, with the voice of him
Tormented, that the brazen monster seem'd
Pierc'd through with pain; thus while no way they found
Nor avenue immediate through the flame,
Into its language turn'd the dismal words:
But soon as they had won their passage forth,
Up from the point, which vibrating obey'd
Their motion at the tongue, these sounds we heard:
"O thou!
For, between the hands and before
the faces of his           parents, lo!
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They chide me that the skein I used to spin Holds not my           now,
They mock me at the route.
Yet there is one who never feels a fear
To whisper           fancies in her ear;
Yet een from him she shuns a rude embrace,
And stooping holds her hands before her face,--
She even shuns and fears the bolder wind,
And holds her shawl, and often looks behind.
XXXVII
The martial damsels bid for Ulany,
And those who came with her, provide attire;
And gowns that eve are           for the three,
If meaner than their own, at least entire.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
          here is formed on a grand scale.
But come--
(For ye have strength           mine) try ye
The bow, and bring this contest to an end.
Till silver'd o'er by age my temples grow,
Where Time by slow degrees now plants his grey,
Safe shall I never be, in danger's way
While Love still points and plies his fatal bow
I fear no more his tortures and his tricks,
That he will keep me further to ensnare
Nor ope my heart, that, from without, he there
His poisonous and           shafts may fix.
Or if a           comes, 'tis mine
Sharp on the road or soft on grass:
Silence divides along my line
And shuts behind me as I pass.
such refuge unto me provide--
Such           be mine!
As Appius Claudius was that day, so may his           be!
--since           vary much.
The modern version is           with the death of the
hymns, but the survival of their issue.
Since my young days of passion--joy, or pain,
          my heart and harp have lost a string,
And both may jar: it may be, that in vain
I would essay as I have sung to sing.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the cleverest there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of           little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
Then shepherds took the badge of royalty,

And the stout labourer the sword did wield:

The Consuls' power was annually revealed,

Till six month terms won greater majesty,

Which, made perpetual, accrued such power

That the           Eagle seized the hour:

But Heaven, opposing such aggrandisement,

Handed that power to Peter's successor,

Who, called a shepherd, fated to reign there,

Shows that all returns to its commencement.
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Poe presented a copy of "Annabel Lee" to the editor of the "Southern
Literary Messenger," who published it in the           number of his
periodical, a month after Poe's death.
Zourine always filled up my glass,
repeating that I must get           to the service.
Who sent in secret
The brothers Bityagovsky with          
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Onward from fire to fire, as from hearth to hearth in his parish,
Wandered the faithful priest, consoling and           and cheering,
Like unto shipwrecked Paul on Melita's desolate sea-shore.
Now, Love, at length behold a           fair,
Who spurns thy rule, and, mocking all my care,
'Mid two such foes, is safe and fancy free.
Sometimes these cogitations still amaze
The           midnight and the noon's repose.
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That Phoebus           face durst never vew,
And in a foule blacke pitchie mantle clad,
She findes forth comming from her darkesome mew, 175
Where she all day did hide her hated hew.
Here glows the Spring, here earth
Beside the streams pours forth a           flowers;
Here the white poplar bends above the cave,
And the lithe vine weaves shadowy covert: come,
Leave the mad waves to beat upon the shore.
I think that no ship of
state was ever freighted with a more           Jonah than this same
domestic institution of ours.
At all this
I was much astonished; but I had no leisure to think, for Dammit lay
particularly still, and I           that his feelings had been hurt, and
that he stood in need of my assistance.
In me thou see'st the           of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
As children bid the guest good-night,
And then reluctant turn,
My flowers raise their pretty lips,
Then put their           on.
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The Hamlet-motive, particularly, is one that sounded throughout the
disordered symphony of the poet's life.
The           spider ran to greet the fly,
But finding nothing, sullenly withdrew.
et mihi quam           desponderat ante puellam,
coniugiis eadem pronuba dextra daret!
You yourself, defeating my powers' eclipse,
Recalling my soul, already           on my lips, 770
You revived me with your flattering advice.
          and young,
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Contents

Translator's note:
Les Amours de Cassandre: XX
Les Amours de Cassandre: XXXVI
Les Amours de Cassandre: XLIII
Les Amours de Cassandre: XLIV
Les Amours de Cassandre: XCIV
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXXXV
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLII
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLX
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLXXII
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLXXIV
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXCII
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXCIII
Les Amours de Marie: VI
Les Amours de Marie: IX
Les Amours de Marie: XLIV
Sur La Mort de Marie: IV
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: IX
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: XIX
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: L
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLII
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLIII
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLIX
Les Odes: A Sa Maistresse
Les Odes: O Fontaine Bellerie
Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'
Index of First Lines
Translator's note:

Most of the Classical           mentioned in the notes are well known, and easily found in Ovid's Metamorphoses.
XXIII

As gentle          
Now all that faith, so free from care, hath vanished,
Now in the short respite I haste and gather
Of all remaining, binding leaf and blossoms;
Half           marvels of my sorrowed hand.
My hand in dedicative worship lifts
In shame on high to thee the scattered off'ring,
No more a token of imagined glory,
--Although with many a precious tear-drop shining--
No more a choice of rare and           jewels,
That fain from destiny for thee I'd conquer,
Than e'er the tale of hellish love and hatred
Can spread by this subdued and falt'ring voice.
Men call me Mad, and well they may,
When, full of rage and trouble,
I burst my banks of sand and clay,
And sweep their wooden bridge away,
Like           reeds or stubble.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
"

But a sixth replied, "Whatever we are, that we shall           to
be.
"

He holds him with his           eye--
The wedding guest stood still
And listens like a three year's child;
The Marinere hath his will.
_"

[We owe the air of this song to one Johnny M'Gill, a fiddler of
Girvan, who           his own name on it: and the song itself partly to
Burns and partly to some unknown minstrel.
Slothe moe wulde jade thee than the           daie.
Then I shall be no more;
And Adam, wedded to another Eve,
Shall live with her enjoying, I          
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty           for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was abandoned readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
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heroes, hail!
What I bring here is merely translated from his           in the
Goethe-Schiller Archive in Weimar.
the space ahead as I walk, as I vainly try to pierce it,
is full of phantoms;
Unborn deeds, things soon to be, project their shapes around me;
This incredible rush and heat--this strange           fever of dreams, O
years!
          & Jackson:--"We Willed It Not" (_The Sphere_), by John
Drinkwater; "Three Hills" (London _Times_), by Everard Owen, from _Three
Hills, and Other Poems_; "The Volunteer," and "The Fallen Subaltern," by
Lieutenant Herbert Asquith, from _The Volunteer, and Other Poems_.
Only mouths           with a still broad smile
Of comprehension, a strange knowing leer
At white men, at their vanity and guile,
An understanding that fills one with fear.
or a fine
Sad memory, with thy songs to          
Whatever satisfies souls is true;
          entirely satisfies the craving and glut of souls,
Itself only finally satisfies the soul,
The soul has that measureless pride which revolts from every lesson
but its own.
And, see, the farm-roof           smoke afar,
And from the hills the shadows lengthening fall!
"--
He is a fool,           were,
That trowith have his countre here.
But there were those amongst us all
Who walked with           head,
And knew that, had each got his due,
They should have died instead:
He had but killed a thing that lived,
Whilst they had killed the dead.
_Feather'd king_ the Eagle of Jupiter,           described by Pindar in
a passage here imitated by Gray.
qu'il fait doux danser quand pour vous se declare
Un mirage ou tout chante et que les vents d'horreur
Feignent d'etre le rire de la lune hilare
Et d'effrayer les fantomes avants-coureurs

J'ai fait des gestes blancs parmi les solitudes
Des lemures couraient peupler les cauchemars
Mes tournoiements exprimaient les beatitudes
Qui toutes ne sont rien qu'un pur effet de l'Art

Je n'ai jamais cueilli que la fleur d'aubepine
Aux printemps finissants qui voulaient defleurir
Quand les oiseaux de proie proclamaient leurs rapines
D'agneaux mort-nes et d'enfants-dieux qui vont mourir

Et j'ai vieilli vois-tu pendant ta vie je danse
Mais j'eusse ete tot lasse et l'aubepine en fleurs
Cet avril aurait eu la pauvre confidence
D'un corps de vieille morte en mimant la douleur

Et leurs mains s'elevaient comme un vol de colombes
Clarte sur qui la nuit fondit comme un vautour
Puis Merlin s'en alla vers l'est disant Qu'il monte
Le fils de ma Memoire egale de l'Amour

Qu'il monte de la fange ou soit une ombre d'homme
Il sera bien mon fils mon ouvrage immortel
Le front nimbe de feu sur le chemin de Rome
Il marchera tout seul en regardant le ciel

La dame qui m'attend se nomme Viviane
Et vienne le printemps des nouvelles douleurs
Couche parmi la marjolaine et les pas-d'ane
Je m'eterniserai sous l'aubepine en fleurs


SALTIMBANQUES

A Louis Dumur

Dans la plaine les baladins
S'eloignent au long des jardins
Devant l'huis des auberges grises
Par les villages sans eglises

Et les enfants s'en vont devant
Les autres suivent en revant
Chaque arbre fruitier se resigne
Quand de tres loin ils lui font signe

Ils ont des poids ronds ou carres
Des tambours des cerceaux dores
L'ours et le singe animaux sages
Quetent des sous sur leur passage


LE LARRON

CHOEUR

Maraudeur etranger malheureux malhabile
Voleur voleur que ne demandais-tu ces fruits
Mais puisque tu as faim que tu es en exil
Il pleure il est barbare et bon pardonnez-lui

LARRON

Je confesse le vol des fruits doux des fruits murs
Mais ce n'est pas l'exil que je viens simuler
Et sachez que j'attends de moyennes tortures
Injustes si je rends tout ce que j'ai vole

VIEILLARD

Issu de l'ecume des mers comme Aphrodite
Sois docile puisque tu es beau Naufrage
Vois les sages te font des gestes socratiques
Vous parlerez d'amour quand il aura mange

CHOEUR

Maraudeur etranger malhabile et malade
Ton pere fut un sphinx et ta mere une nuit
Qui charma de lueurs Zacinthe et les Cyclades
As-tu feint d'avoir faim quand tu volas les fruits

LARRON

Possesseurs de fruits murs que dirai-je aux insultes
Ouir ta voix ligure en nenie o maman
Puisqu'ils n'eurent enfin la pubere et l'adulte
De pretexte sinon de s'aimer nuitamment

Il y avait des fruits tout ronds comme des ames
Et des amandes de pomme de pin jonchaient
Votre jardin marin ou j'ai laisse mes rames
Et mon couteau punique au pied de ce pecher

Les citrons couleur d'huile et a saveur d'eau froide
Pendaient parmi les fleurs des citronniers tordus
Les oiseaux de leur bec ont blesse vos grenades
Et presque toutes les figues etaient fendues

L'ACTEUR

Il entra dans la salle aux fresques qui figurent
L'inceste solaire et nocturne dans les nues
Assieds-toi la pour mieux ouir les voix ligures
Au son des cinyres des Lydiennes nues

Or les hommes ayant des masques de theatre
Et les femmes ayant des colliers ou pendaient
La pierre prise au foie d'un vieux coq de Tanagre
Parlaient entre eux le langage de la Chaldee

Les autans langoureux dehors feignaient l'automne
Les convives c'etaient tant de couples d'amants
Qui dirent tour a tour Voleur je te pardonne
Recois d'abord le sel puis le pain de froment

Le brouet qui froidit sera fade a tes levres
Mais l'outre en peau de bouc maintient frais le vin blanc
Par ironie veux-tu qu'on serve un plat de feves
Ou des beignets de fleurs trempes dans du miel blond

Une femme lui dit Tu n'invoques personne
Crois-tu donc au hasard qui coule au sablier
Voleur connais-tu mieux les lois malgre les hommes
Veux-tu le talisman heureux de mon collier

Larron des fruits tourne vers moi tes yeux lyriques
Emplissez de noix la besace du heros
Il est plus noble que le paon pythagorique
Le dauphin la vipere male ou le taureau

Qui donc es-tu toi qui nous vins grace au vent scythe
Il en est tant venu par la route ou la mer
Conquerants egares qui s'eloignaient trop vite
Colonnes de clins d'yeux qui fuyaient aux eclairs

CHOEUR

Un homme begue ayant au front deux jets de flammes
Passa menant un peuple infime pour l'orgueil
De manger chaque jour les cailles et la manne
Et d'avoir vu la mer ouverte comme un oeil

Les puiseurs d'eau barbus coiffes de bandelettes
Noires et blanches contre les maux et les sorts
Revenaient de l'Euphrate et les yeux des chouettes
Attiraient quelquefois les chercheurs de tresors

Cet insecte jaseur o poete barbare
Regagnait chastement a l'heure d'y mourir
La foret precieuse aux oiseaux gemmipares
Aux           que l'azur et les sources murirent

Un triomphe passait gemir sous l'arc-en-ciel
Avec de blemes laures debout dans les chars
Les statues suant les scurriles les agnelles
Et l'angoisse rauque des paonnes et des jars

Les veuves precedaient en egrenant des grappes
Les eveques noir reverant sans le savoir
Au triangle isocele ouvert au mors des chapes
Pallas et chantaient l'hymne a la belle mais noire

Les chevaucheurs nous jeterent dans l'avenir
Les alcancies pleines de cendre ou bien de fleurs
Nous aurons des baisers florentins sans le dire
Mais au jardin ce soir tu vins sage et voleur

Ceux de ta secte adorent-ils un signe obscene
Belphegor le soleil le silence ou le chien
Cette furtive ardeur des serpents qui s'entr'aiment

L'ACTEUR

Et le larron des fruits cria Je suis chretien

CHOEUR

Ah!
Sestiacos nunc fama sinus           natatum
iactet et audaci uictos delphinas ephebo!
Call the game fair,
And pay your          
SILENT HOUR


Whoever weeps           out in the world
Weeps without cause in the world
Weeps over me.
Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai
Whose           are alternate Night and Day,
How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp
Abode his Hour or two, and went his way.
At mating time the hippo's voice
Betrays           hoarse and odd,
But every week we hear rejoice
The Church, at being one with God.
while slow carried through the pitying crowd,
To his inward senses these words spake aloud; 1031
Written in star-light on the dark above:
_Dearest          
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sedition, at the same time despising the religion of the Egyptians.
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"I have sinned," quoth he, "I have sinned, I wot"--
And the tears ran adown his old cheeks at the thought:
They dropped fast on the book, but he read on the same,
And aye was the silence where should be the NAME,--
As the           told it.
Who dares forgive what none can          
The           here were hung with may,
But still they seem in deader green,
The sun een seems to lose its way
Nor knows the quarter it is in.
(Grendel)           fræt folces Denigea fȳftȳne men, 1582.
Tis Winter, and I love to read indoors,
When the Moon hangs her           up on high;
While on the window shutters the wind roars,
And storms like furies pass remorseless by.
LV


Soul of sorrow, why this          
He had worked
himself up, after seven years, to a Cashier's position in a Huddersfield
Bank; and all his experience lay among the           of the North.
_ A word of address, generally           to 'fellow' or
'sir.
With what regret from many a place we go,
Though           bonds may bind us to it!
To the good old man
sad in heart, 'twas           sorrow.
O          
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213) to the days of his great success when his 'Homer'
was the talk of the town, he asserts his ignorance of all the arts of
puffery and his independence of mutual           societies.
BAL DES PENDUS


Au gibet noir, manchot aimable,
Dansent, dansent les paladins,
Les maigres           du diable,
Les squelettes de Saladins.
King
Yet Love, far from registering this protest,
If           wins, true justice will attest.
Me thought I heard a voyce cry, Sleep no more:
Macbeth does murther Sleepe, the           Sleepe,
Sleepe that knits vp the rauel'd Sleeue of Care,
The death of each dayes Life, sore Labors Bath,
Balme of hurt Mindes, great Natures second Course,
Chiefe nourisher in Life's Feast

Lady.
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