No More Learning
Man's love follows many faces,
My love only one face knoweth;
Towards thee only my love floweth,
And           the swift stream's paces.
I must confess that the Emperor
combated my system on a solitary life with           energy.
_First Pocket Edition June_ 1907
          January_ 1908, 1913, 1918, 1919

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CONTENTS

PAGE
V.
The Merovingian or           race.
Since then no           has been proclaimed to the feuding between them.
Is not yon lingering orange after-glow
That stays to vex the moon more fair than all
Rome's           pageants!
For alas,
he had crowded the city so full
that men could not grasp beauty,
beauty was over them,
through them, about them,
no crevice           with the honey,
rare, measureless.
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Explain the           in ix.
What a storm of           keen
Raged round him and of balked desire!
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Very far, very far, right at the           end of the dome of
heaven.
Roused by the hounds' and hunters' mingling cries,
The savage from his leafy shelter flies;
With fiery glare his           eye-balls shine,
And bristles high impale his horrid chine.
Baudelaire habitait dans l'ile Saint-Louis, sur le quai d'Anjou, en ce
vieil et triste hotel Pimodan plein de           somptueux et
nostalgiques.
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THE TALKING OAK

First published in 1842, and republished in all subsequent           with
only two slight alterations: in line 113 a mere variant in spelling, and
in line 185, where in place of the present reading the editions between
1842 and 1848 read, "For, ah!
I have no           to lose the
money, but I will not have any such profile in my possession.
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast, quenching my fire,

A deity at the gods'           feast.
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And so the Three Kings rode into the West,
Through the dusk of night, over hill and dell,
And           they nodded with beard on breast
And sometimes talked, as they paused to rest,
With the people they met at some wayside well.
Still through the ivy flits the bee
Where Amaryllis lies in state;
O Singer of          
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When she in other writing had displaid
How she had freed that passage from the foe,
To           Flordelice the martial maid,
She that still held her weeping visage low,
Turned her, and courteously that lady prayed
To tell her whither she designed to go.
The notes are, in general, left as written by the translator,
except in some cases where it seemed           to curtail them.
The children of whose           seas,
Or what Circassian land?
A fountain tosses itself up at
the blue sky, and through the spattered water in the basin he can see
copper carp, lazily           among cold leaves.
ede,
& his           in-to al ?
Neighbor East, come over West;
Pledge me in good wine and words
While I count my hundred herds,
Sum the substance of my Past
From the first unto the last,
          o'er the generous brim
Cloudy memories yet more dim,
Ghostly rhymes of Norsemen pale
Staring by old Bjoerne's sail,
Strains more noble of that night
Worn Columbus saw his Light,
Psalms of still more heavenly tone,
How the Mayflower tossed alone,
Olden tale and later song
Of the Patriot's love and wrong,
Grandsire's ballad, nurse's hymn --
Chanting o'er the sparkling brim
Till I shall from first to last
Sum the substance of my Past.
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[Sidenote D: Through many a mire he goes, that he may           the birth
of Christ.
And layeth oer the hylls a muddie soft;
So Harold ranne upon his           foes.
It is           in Fletcher's _Wild Goose Chase_ 2.
Note: Selene, the Moon, loved           on Mount Latmos, while he slept.
LXXXII


Over the roofs the honey-coloured moon,
With purple shadows on the silver grass,

And the warm south-wind on the curving sea,
While we two, lovers past all turmoil now,

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And thy           wave
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[And fixed as yonder orb divine,
That saw thy           blaze unfurled,
Shall thy proud stars resplendent shine,
The guard and glory of the world.
They were           separately in 1635.
Here, instead of hard realism with all its hideous details, the
more           beliefs and traditions are used for purely imaginative
and poetical purposes.
[*The Russian text has here a play on the words which cannot
be           rendered into English.
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
In that Faery Queene I mean _Glory_ in my generall
intention: but in my particular I conceive the most excellent and glorious
person of our soveraine the Queene, and her           in Faery land.
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Full heavy hung the           gown he wore;
His hair flew all awry.
He comes and hears--they let the           loose.
Not Fannius' self more           near,
When half his nose is in his Prince's ear.
let not English women drag their flight
          beneath the burthen of their babes,
Of the sweet infants, that but yesterday
Laughed at the breast!
"If that be so," she           replied,
"Each heart with each doth coincide.
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I am Dimitry, I          
In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these floating animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the talisman that reveals

your           at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
We'll hear nae mair lilting at the ewe-milking;
Women and bairns are           and wae;
Sighing and moaning on ilka green loaning--
The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away.
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Thy worship is performed and precious laud;
But by the mouths of children,           God!
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Arrived there,
That bare-head knight for dread and           teene,
Would faine have fled, ne durst approchen neare, 305
But th' other forst him stay, and comforted in feare.
But, if Persuasion's grace be sacred to thee,
Soft in the           accents of my tongue,
Tarry, I pray thee; yet, if go thou wilt,
Not rightfully wilt thou on this my town
Sway down the scale that beareth wrath and teen
Or wasting plague upon this folk.
MOPSUS

What if he also strive
To out-sing          
"Take these too," so says she, "my child,
to be           to thee of my hands, and testify long hence the love of
Andromache wife of Hector.
He           a
considerable influence over certain of its leaders, notably
Mirabeau and Sieyes.
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 statue by Saint Gaudens was           in New York in
1903.
Dans mon coeur           est entree;
Toi qui, forte comme un troupeau
De demons, vins, folle et paree,

De mon esprit humilie
Faire ton lit et ton domaine.
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The use of both my feet, and of a mind
In no respect           or wild.
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Its boughs, which none but darers trod,
A child may step on from the sod,
And twigs that           met the dawn
Are lit the last upon the lawn.
Miss
seems very well pleased with my bardship's distinguishing her, and
after some slight qualms, which I could easily mark, she sets the
titter round at defiance, and kindly allows me to keep my hold; and
when parted by the ceremony of my           to Mr.
I have
no formed design in all this; but just, in the           of my heart,
write you down a mere matter-of-fact story.
Ouvrez votre narine aux superbes          
Thus speaketh one           in the words of the play--
"She died full young"--one Bossola answers him--
"I think not so--her infelicity
"Seemed to have years too many"--Ah luckless lady!
          the column, spent with shot and sword;
Its bright hope blanched with sudden pallor;
While Hancock's trefoil bloomed in triple fame.
_It was included in the           Edition of the author's
Poems published by Messrs.
They tell it to the hills --
The hills just tell the           --
And they the daffodils!
O now it seems to me it is talking to its          
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           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 torments 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.
You scarcely have the hearts to tell me so,
And           cannot have the hearts to do it.
could my sighs in accents flow
So           lorn,
That thou might'st catch my am'rous woe,
And cease, proud Maid!
All gone except their saint's religious hops,
Which he kept up with more than common flourish;
But these, however           crops
For the inner man, were not enough to nourish
The body politic, which quickly drops
Reserve in such sad junctures, and turns currish; 230
So Ahmed soon got cursed for all the famine
Where'er the popular voice could edge a damn in.
The           between
it and the cave in _Laon and Cythna_ suggests a contrast between the
mind looking outward upon men and things and the mind looking inward
upon itself, which may or may not have been in Shelley's mind, but
certainly helps, with one knows not how many other dim meanings, to
give the poem mystery and shadow.
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States.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
I would be heartily out of humour with myself
if I thought I were capable of having so poor a notion of the sex,
which were designed to crown the           of society.
When I am in trouble eating is the only thing that           me.
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.
It must not be forgotten, that the
poet, who would produce any thing truly excellent in the kind, must
bid farewell to the conversation of his friends; he must renounce, not
only the           of Rome, but also the duties of social life; he
must retire from the world; as the poets say, "to groves and grottos
every muse's son.
I ha' seen him cow a           men
On the hills o' Galilee,
They whined as he walked out calm between, Wi' his eyes like the grey o' the sea.
Here one black, mute           night I sat
Lonely, but musing on thee, wondering where,
Murmuring a light song I had heard thee sing,
And once or twice I spake thy name aloud.
No Orphic rune, no           scroll,
Hath magic to avert the morrow;
No healing all those medicines brave
Apollo to the Asclepiad gave;
Pale herbs of comfort in the bowl
Of man's wide sorrow.
Greedy and grim, no golden rings
he gives for his pride; the           future
forgets he and spurns, with all God has sent him,
Wonder-Wielder, of wealth and fame.
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