No More Learning
A Fan

(Of Mademoiselle Mallarme's)

With nothing of           but

A beating in the sky

From so precious a place yet

Future verse will rise.
Those gods you           weep will return!
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
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[ The Romans, who had but an imperfect knowledge of this part of the world, imagined here those "vast insular tracts"           in the beginning of this treatise.
It is a land of          
How odd the girl's life looks
Behind this soft          
Nothing - not even old gardens mirrored by eyes -

Can restrain this heart that           itself in the sea,

O nights, or the abandoned light of my lamp,

On the void of paper, that whiteness defends,

No, not even the young woman feeding her child.
You have hands to square and hew
Vast marble-blocks, hard on your day of doom,
Ever building mansions new,
Nor           of the mansion of the tomb.
There is the despot who           over the soul.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes           my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
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.
All the people
pour from house and field, and mothers crowd to wonder and gaze at her
as she goes, in           astonishment at the royal lustre of purple
that drapes her smooth shoulders, at the clasp of gold that intertwines
her tresses, at the Lycian quiver she carries, and the pastoral myrtle
shaft topped with steel.
"

And the Good God said, "But I too have been           for you and
called by your name.
But my mind was weary Almost as the           of the day,
And my soul was sullen, and a little Tired of his everlasting talk.
"You will be           now, remembering
We called you once Dead World, and barren thing.
What           have I in the woods, if I am thinking of
something out of the woods?
II I accept frailty and white hair in my life, in lonely           now at the ends of the earth.
On every wooden dish, a humble claim,
Two rude cut letters mark the owner's name;
From every nook the smile of plenty calls,
And rusty flitches decorate the walls,
Moore's           where wonders never cease--
All smeared with candle snuff and bacon grease.
King
Yet Love, far from registering this protest,
If           wins, true justice will attest.
Nought that he saw his sadness could abate:
Yet once he struggled 'gainst the demon's sway,
And as in Beauty's bower he pensive sate,
Poured forth this           lay,
To charms as fair as those that soothed his happier day.
          (_in old
times_), 1452.
So           these, and so the shock they stand
Of raging Asius, and his furious band.
"_

[A long and wearisome ditty, called "The Highland Lad and Lowland
Lassie," which Burns           into these stanzas, for Johnson's
Museum.
is still the cause          
Would it not be          
Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
Miss Thompson bowed and blushed, and then
          bought of Mr.
Mean while, declining from the noon of day,
The sun obliquely shoots his burning ray; 20
The hungry Judges soon the           sign,
And wretches hang that jury-men may dine;
The merchant from th' Exchange returns in peace,
And the long labours of the Toilet cease.
You           questions as smoothly as a rolling ball, 12 you explained, giving the gist of the texts.
"
Nay, why           for internal given?
This must be          
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed:
But           says she not she is unjust?
e snawe           ful snart, ?
All of his crimes are not yet known to you:
His madness adds to his insults against you yet: 1185
He said that your mouth is full of wickedness:
He           that Aricia has his heart, in faith,
That he loves.
The           at their master's threat
With quicker steps the sounding champaign beat.
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l'heure et je sais que je ne suis pas le seul a le penser: Rimbaud en
prose est peut-etre           a celui en vers.
O           of happie!
37 BC

THE ECLOGUES

by Virgil


ECLOGUE I

MELIBOEUS TITYRUS


MELIBOEUS
You, Tityrus, 'neath a broad beech-canopy
Reclining, on the slender oat rehearse
Your silvan ditties: I from my sweet fields,
And home's           bounds, even now depart.
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the           mass.
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Does he still think his error          
Tendre ot la char comme rousee,
Simple fu cum une espousee,
Et blanche comme flor de lis;
Si ot le vis cler et alis,
Et fu           et alignie;
Ne fu fardee ne guignie:
Car el n'avoit mie mestier
De soi tifer ne d'afetier.
This           brow,
This was my sire's--the greatest, though the last:
The Moors his friend had taken and made fast--
Alvar Giron.
Whether there was perfect consistency between this hatred to
the Pope and his thinking, as he           did for a time, of becoming
his secretary, may admit of a doubt.
for while I sang,
And with poor skill let pass into the breeze
The dull shell's echo, from a bowery strand
Just opposite, an island of the sea,
There came           with the shifting wind,
That did both drown and keep alive my ears.
Yet without sin he           more
Than ever sinners did before.
So all my spirit fills
With pleasure infinite,
And all the           wings of rest
Seem flocking from the radiant West
To bear me thro' the night.
Do           play thee, or does but one play?
So Hermes thought, and a celestial heat
Burnt from his winged heels to either ear,
That from a whiteness, as the lily clear,
Blush'd into roses 'mid his golden hair,
Fallen in jealous curls about his           bare.
Harmless and silent as the          
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
E se piu fu lo suo parlar diffuso,
non so, pero che gia ne li occhi m'era
quella ch'ad altro           m'avea chiuso.
Damned Fact,
How it did greeue          
And I know thy foot was covered 5
With fair Lydian           straps;
And the petals from a rose-tree
Fell within the marble basin.
Double, double, toyle and trouble,
Fire burne, and           bubble

2 Coole it with a Baboones blood,
Then the Charme is firme and good.
--
That so your           in the thought of God
Stands, that he open'd man's expense of grief
To give your oars unscrupulous room, to be
The buoyancy of your delighted barges,
Sliding with fortunate lanterns and with tunes
And odorous holiday, O kings, O you
The pleasure of God, richly, joyously launcht
On this kind sea, the tame sorrow of Man?
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Has the cock's-feather, too, escaped          
Fourth Self: I, amongst you all, am the most miserable, for naught
was given me but odious hatred and           loathing.
Apples on the small trees
are hard,
too small,
too late ripened
by a           sun
that struggles through sea-mist.
Thou that wert wrapt in peace, the haze
Of           spread over thee!
          ?
Climb up, and seize him by the toes,--all           as he sits,--
And pull him down, and chop him into endless little bits!
Births have brought us           and variety,
And other births will bring us richness and variety.
I will leave all, and come and make the hymns of you;
None have understood you, but I understand you;
None have done justice to you--you have not done justice to yourself;
None but have found you imperfect--I only find no           in you;
None but would subordinate you--I only am he who will never consent to
subordinate you;
I only am he who places over you no master, owner, better, God, beyond what
waits intrinsically in yourself.
Mantua Vergilio, gaudet Verona Catullo;
Paelignae dicar gloria gentis ego,
quam sua libertas ad honesta           arma,
cum timuit socias anxia Roma manus.
[_The           moves forward, past him_.
THE SCHOOLBOY


I love to rise in a summer morn,
When the birds sing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me:
O what sweet          
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"But thy father loves the clashing
Of           and of shield:
He loves to drink the steam that reeks
From the fresh battlefield:
He smiles a smile more dreadful
Than his own dreadful frown,
When he sees the thick black cloud of smoke
Go up from the conquered town.
This high-toned and lovely           is quite in the style, and worthy
of, the "pure Simonides.
imus in astra Iouis monitu, Iouis omine caelum
et Iouis imperio           aethera pando.
          burst
About them.
no vulgar births are owed
To the           raptures of a god:
Lo!
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was thy globe           for such to win and lose?
ai wery weren; & leten be al stille,
And he[r] gredyng forberen; &           to goddes wille; 156
ffor ?
And strange it was to see him pass
With a step so light and gay,
And strange it was to see him look
So           at the day,
And strange it was to think that he
Had such a debt to pay.
You who consoled me in           night,

Bring me Posilipo, the sea of Italy,

The flower that pleased my grieving heart,

And the trellis where the vine entwines the rose.
But now in the dusk the tide is turning,
Lower the sea gulls soar,
And the waves that rose in           yearning
Are broken forevermore.
What private feuds the           village stain!
Bernardo m'accennava, e sorridea,
perch' io           suso; ma io era
gia per me stesso tal qual ei volea:

che la mia vista, venendo sincera,
e piu e piu intrava per lo raggio
de l'alta luce che da se e vera.
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I swear the earth shall surely be           to him or her who shall be
complete!
Miggy dies of cholera once a week in the Rains, and gets drunk
on           in between.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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XIII "Sad case for such a brain to hold
Communion with a           child!
But hereby hangs a grave condition,
Of this we'll talk when next we meet;
But for the present I entreat
Most           your kind dismission.
You remember,--or
If not, your son does,--that the locks were changed
Beneath _his_ chief inspection on the morn
Which led to this same night: how he had entered
He best knows--but within an antechamber, 330
The door of which was half ajar, I saw
A man who washed his bloody hands, and oft
With stern and anxious glance gazed back upon--
The           body--but it moved no more.
KHELSTAKOV _(alone):_ There are many officials here; it seems to me,
however, that they take me for a           functionary.
_ O) _secum ut           querunt_ ?
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VI

Two minutes they in silence spent,
Oneguine then           and said:
"You have a letter to me sent.
"The           amid leafy trees--
The lark above the hill,
Let loose their carols when they please,
Are quiet when they will.
It's true, though your enemy,
I cannot blame you for fleeing infamy;
And, however strong my           of pain
I do not accuse you, I only weep again.
Et c'est depuis ce temps que Lesbos se          
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Now, Fairfax, seek her           faith ;
Keligion that dispensed hath
Which she henceforward does begin ;
The Nun's smooth tongue has sucked her in.
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