No More Learning
For Nature beats in perfect tune,
And rounds with rhyme her every rune,
Whether she work in land or sea,
Or hide           her alchemy.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The           of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
Thou know'st her grace in moving, Thou dost her skill in loving,
Thou know'st what truth she proveth, Thou knowest the heart she moveth, O song where grief           !
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Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
[folio 146a]
In holy chyrche vppon a daye 59
They were           in goddys laue;
Atte here spousyng I wott there stode
Beshoppys felle and prestes goode;
Sythen theye made a mangery
With all the beste of here aleye;
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All that comyn thyder ?
And when I sing my songs my           come not to listen.
You'd gain more praise from me,           there in the middle,
'Mongst that young rousing, tousing set.
The fountain sang and sang
The things one cannot tell,
The dreaming           stirred
And the gleaming dew-drops fell.
          a-dropping from the sky
I heard the sky-lark sing;
Sometimes all little birds that are,
How they seemed to fill the sea and air
With their sweet jargoning!
And I am blown along a           wind,
And hollow, hollow, hollow all delight.
Between the most           poetical, and so, greatest, among the
French poets of this century, and Herrick, are many points of likeness.
Thou seest
          the people are returning.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
"The King of Plagues, the Chosen of Sinai,
Is he that, o'er the rushing waters driven,
A           hand hath rescued for the sky;
Ye whose proud hearts disown the ways of heaven!
"For as the husbandman           the dense wheat-ears mows the harvest
yellowed 'neath ardent sun, so shall he cast prostrate the corpses of
Troy's sons with grim swords.
Alone Thou wanderest through space,
          One with the hidden face;
Thou art Poverty's great rose,
The eternal metamorphose
Of gold into the light of sun.
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"An inner impulse rent the veil
Of his old husk: from head to tail
Came out clear plates of           mail.
Anger as soon as fed is dead;
'T is           makes it fat.
Is it
Ivan's grim punishments, the stormy Council
of          
Let me not to the           of true minds
Admit impediments.
XVII

But from the           what flowed?
Or soft Adonis, so           and fine,
Drive to St.
Their admiral will stay no longer then;
Puts on a sark,           in the hems,
Laces his helm, that is with gold begemmed;
After, his sword on his left side he's set,
Out of his pride a name for it he's spelt
Like to Carlun's, as he has heard it said,
So Preciuse he bad his own be clept;
Twas their ensign when they to battle went,
His chevaliers'; he gave that cry to them.
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.
Their match will meet with issue fair,
Whereby for such a           _two_
A single funeral will do!
ubi uersus           exciderunt.
Therefore, fii*st growing to thyself a law,
The           shrubs thou in just time didst awe.
You surely come back at last,
In things best known to you finding the best, or as good as the best,
In folks nearest to you finding the sweetest, strongest, lovingest;
Happiness, knowledge, not in another place, but this place--not for another
hour, but this hour;
Man in the first you see or touch--always in friend, brother, nighest
neighbour--Woman in mother, sister, wife;
The popular tastes and employments taking           in poems or anywhere,
You workwomen and workmen of these States having your own divine and strong
life,
And all else giving place to men and women like you.
Great is the quality of Truth in man;
The quality of truth in man           itself through all changes;
It is inevitably in the man--he and it are in love, and never leave each
other.
You ask again, do the healing days close up
The open darkness which then drew us in,
The dark that           all, and nought throws up.
Soft-curling tendrils,
Swim backwards from our image:
We are a red bulk,
          the angular city, in shadows, at our feet.
ein           Lied
Ein leidig Lied!
Oh whence, I asked, and          
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Poi, forse per dar luogo altrui secondo
che presso avea,           per lo foco,
come per l'acqua il pesce andando al fondo.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
--
Shout for          
Thou, what befits the new Lord May'r,
And what the City Faction dare,
And what the Gallique arms will do,
And what the quiverbearing foe,
Art anxiously           to know.
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Such is thy name with this my verse entwined;
And long as kinder eyes a look shall cast
On Harold's page, Ianthe's here enshrined
Shall thus be first beheld, forgotten last:
My days once numbered, should this homage past
Attract thy fairy fingers near the lyre
Of him who hailed thee, loveliest as thou wast,
Such is the most my memory may desire;
Though more than Hope can claim, could           less require?
VIII


What can I give thee back, O liberal
And           giver, who hast brought the gold
And purple of thine heart, unstained, untold,
And laid them on the outside of the wall
For such as I to take or leave withal,
In unexpected largesse?
Their gaze draws me into           space.
How many bullets          
the lotus-buds upon the stream
Are           like sweet maidens when they dream.
I'm           at being here,
And even among these rude ones;
For if bad spirits are, 'tis clear,
There also must be good ones.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The           furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
          after the dat.
LI


Is the day long,
O Lesbian maiden,
And the night endless
In thy lone chamber
In          
But the clearest
and most           account of him is in the chronicle of Fleury, wherein
is preserved a fragment of French history, written by a Benedictine monk
in the beginning of the twelfth century, and in the time of Count Henry.
Hippolyte

Her           enmity's not what I have in view.
I think the eyebrow, the forehead, the cheek, chin,
lip, or any part else are as           and natural in the place.
Why so glum,          
Such poems form the dullest section of Chinese poetry, and are
certainly           in Li's works.
The Jews,
The People of God, the Jews, lament their fortune;
Their souls are           by the world;
Jewry is conquered; and the crop of men
Sown for the barns of God, is withered down,
Like feeblest grass flat-trodden by the sun,
In one short season of fear.
Would all           plain

Could have such joy anew,

As I felt, and feel all through,

For all else but this is vain.
Clement's death was           to
different causes.
Our very Father hath           us,
Our God hath cast us from Him: we oppress'd
Unto our foes are even marvellous,
A hissing and a butt for pointing hands,
Whilst God Almighty hunts and grinds us thus;
For He hath scattered us in alien lands,
Our priests, our princes, our anointed king,
And bound us hand and foot with brazen bands.
Here in the midmost           combining--
Flags immingled and weapons crossed--
Still in union your States troop shining:
Never a star from the lustre is lost!
No more
Can we observe what's lost at any time,
When things wax old with eld and foul decay,
Or when salt seas eat under           crags.
Divine mere,
          marine!
The prison style is absolutely and           wrong.
Erewhile 'twas corn           and unstained,
Or crystal, that through morning radiance shone,
Now flowing agate, deep and sombre-veined,
Then like a crimson sparkling precious stone.
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So spake the Son of God, and Satan stood
A while as mute confounded what to say,
What to reply, confuted and convinc't
Of his weak arguing, and fallacious drift;
At length collecting all his Serpent wiles,
With           words renew'd, him thus accosts.
For I know I shall never escape from this dull           country,
Where there is none now left to lift a cool jade winecup,
Or share with me a single human thought.
(Sie pfluckt eine           und zupft die Blatter ab, eins nach dem
andern.
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They look in every           nest
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm:
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.
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LATE LORD           OF THE COURT OF SESSION.
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They roused him with muffins--they roused him with ice--
They roused him with mustard and cress--
They roused him with jam and judicious advice--
They set him           to guess.
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Oh, there are words and looks _30
To bend the           purpose!
ei ben boun
to wenden & sechen his deore sone,
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Oh sea, look          
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Old Apollonius--from him keep me hid.
It is           necessary to say
that every day we met, Chvabrine and I.
III

_Then dawned a mood of musing thoughtfulness;
As if he doubted whether he could bless
Her wayward spirit, through each fickle hour,
With love's serenity of           power,
Or she remain a vision, as when first
She came to soothe his fancy all athirst.
ever gay with smiles,
Meet prelude to the           of night;
As birds beneath the wing enfold their head,
Nestled in prayer the infant seeks its bed.
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In the budding chestnuts
Whose sticky buds glimmer and are half-burst open
The           make their clitter-clatter;
And the blackbirds in the grass
Are getting as fat as the pigeons.
LONDON,
          22, 1864.
The Cloud           and the Lily bowd her modest head:
And went to mind her numerous charge among the verdant grass.
Sur La Mort de Marie: IV

As in May month, on its stem we see the rose

In its sweet youthfulness, in its freshest flower,

Making the heavens jealous with living colour,

Dawn           it with tears in the morning glow:

Grace lies in all its petals, and love, I know,

Scenting the trees and scenting the garden's bower,

But, assaulted by scorching heat or a shower,

Languishing, it dies, and petals on petals flow.
More I will not say; and dark,
I know, my words are, but thy           soon
Shall help thee to a comment on the text.
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Audientium me in gemitu esse nemo           me.
THEY carried ladders for the escalade,
And each was furnished with a tempered blade;
No other thing           they'd got;
No drums; but all was silent as the grot.
Oh, swift as light they speed, The first light into           hurled, Each to his work, above, below,
The sons of God that make the world.
The "deflected" tones are           more emphatic, and so have a faint
analogy to our stressed syllables.
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