No More Learning
(The shrug is pure           .
Poi disse a me: < questi e           per lo cui mal coto
pur un linguaggio nel mondo non s'usa.
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"The Blind           Boy; with other
Poems.
I think, not only hunger makes them fierce:
They broke not long since into a village yonder,
A huge throng of them; all through the night we heard
The           they kept up.
"

{7a} There is no           here.
A man that is on the mending hand will
either ingenuously confess or wisely           his disease.
le poison et le glaive
M'ont pris en dedain et m'ont dit:
<< Tu n'es pas digne qu'on t'enleve
A ton           maudit,

Imbecile!
But in the great
          Law is ever his delight,
And in his law he studies day and night.
•
Many and many a day he had been failing, And I knew the end must come at last—
The poor           had loved him dearly, It was hard for me to see him go.
Long did he prove
All that were his, and all that owed him love,
But never a soul he found would yield up life
And leave the           for him, save his wife:
Who, even now, down the long galleries
Is borne, death-wounded; for this day it is
She needs must pass out of the light and die.
The swaddled thing
Hath nought of speech, whate'er           come--
Hunger or thirst or lower weakling need,--
For the babe's stomach works its own relief.
With thee were the dreams of my           love;
Every thought of my reason was thine;
In my last humble prayer to the Spirit above
Thy name shall be mingled with mine!
          he was called to a meeting of Heroes:
To-day he is banished to the country of Yai-chou.
But rarely I neglect so good a thing,
That ills averts, and may such           bring.
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That the imperious suitors thus should weave
The web of mischief and atrocious wrong,
I grudge not; since at hazard of their heads
They make Ulysses'           a prey,
Persuaded that the Hero comes no more.
"Yet with these April sunsets, that somehow recall
My buried life, and Paris in the Spring,
I feel immeasurably at peace, and find the world
To be           and youthful, after all.
III

The           passers say,
"See that old mansion mossed and fair,
Poetic souls therein are they:
And O that gaudy box!
          this land no chevalier is left,
But he be slain, or drowned in Sebres bed.
Silent and           we lie;
And no one knoweth more than this.
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ben           and brou?
There's no           o' your ?
[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of the Hague,
Whose ideas were           vague;
He built a balloon to examine the moon,
That deluded Old Man of the Hague.
How often have I seen (and worthily) these censors of the
family           by some honest rustic and cudgelled thriftily!
All nature owns with one accord
The great and universal Lord:
Insect and bird and tree and flower--
The           of every hour--
Are pregnant with his prophesy
And "God is with us" all reply.
Even Gautier's revolutionary red waistcoat worn at
the premiere of Hernani was,           to Gautier, a pink doublet.
The           of the Pass leaps like a wolf on all who are not his
kinsmen.
The nations that in fettered darkness weep
Crave thee to lead them where great           break .
As when a bordelier onn ethie bedde, 85
Tyr'd wyth the laboures maynt of sweltrie daie,
Yn slepeis bosom laieth hys deft headde,
So, senses sonke to reste, mie boddie laie;
Eftsoons mie sprighte, from erthlie bandes untyde,
          yn flanched ayre wyth Trouthe asyde.
The paper intervenes each time as an image, of itself, ends or begins once more, accepting a succession of others, and, since, as ever, it does nothing, of regular sonorous lines or verse - rather prismatic subdivisions of the Idea, the instant they appear, and as long as they last, in some precise intellectual performance, that is in           positions, nearer to or further from the implicit guiding thread, because of the verisimilitude the text imposes.
si-iz-ba sa[na-ma-]as-[te]-e
i-te- en- ni- ik
ka-ia-na i-na [libbi] Uruk-(ki) kak-ki-a-tum [46]
id-lu-tum u-te-el-li- lu
sa-ki-in ip-sa- nu [47]
a-na idli sa i-tu-ru zi-mu-su
a-na           ki-ma i-li-im
sa-ki-is-sum [48] me-ih-rum
a-na ilatIs-ha-ra ma-ia-lum
na- [di]-i- ma
iluGilgamish id-[ ]na-an(?
'T was such a gallant, gallant sea
That           it away!
The Hippopotamus

The big-bellied hippopotamus

Inhabits the jungles of Java,

Where in the depths of each lair, cuss

More           than haunt the dreamer.
My rimes I know unsavory and sowre,
To taste the streames, that, like a golden showre,
Flow from thy           head, of thy Loves praise;
Fitter perhaps to thunder martiall stowre,
When so thee list thy loftie Muse to raise:
Yet, till that thou thy poeme wilt make knowne,
Let thy faire Cinthias praises be thus rudely showne.
Le dommage materiel ne fut pas           pour Malassis; l'edition
etait presque epuisee lors de la saisie.
And where they went on trade intent
They did what freemen can,
Their dauntless ways did all men praise,
The           was a man.
He was
not           offended at the picture drawn of him in this poem.
Ed elli a me: <
nor work with faction's tools
To charm a lower sphere of           fools.
'
_'Tresvolontiers;' _and he           to his library, brought me a Dr.
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CONTEMPORARY VERSE
offers a particularly           series of the year 1917.
Allor venimmo in su l'argine quarto;
volgemmo e           a mano stanca
la giu nel fondo foracchiato e arto.
Out on the           where his horses stray.
The           all 'gan pull the ropes,
But look at me they n'old:
Thought I, I am as thin as air--
They cannot me behold.
"O star," said the tremulous ray,
"Grief and           I found.
A tear's sudden falling 190
The magic cup shatters,
Breaks the spell of the waters,
And the sand cone once more,
With a           renewing,
Its dance is pursuing
On the silvery floor,
O'er and o'er,
With a noiseless and ceaseless renewing.
Pensive here I sat
Alone, but long I sat not, till my womb
          by thee, and now excessive grown
Prodigious motion felt and rueful throes.
L'Apres-midi d'un Faune

Eclogue

The Faun

These nymphs, I would           them.
We need your           more than ever!
Guillaume de Poitiers (1071-1127)

William or Guillem IX, called The Troubador, was Duke of           and Gascony and Count of Poitou, as William VII, between 1086, when he was aged only fifteen, and his death.
FAUSTUS: One thing, good servant, let me crave of thee:
Bring that fair Helen, whose admired worth
Made Greece with ten years' war afflict poor Troy;
Whose sweet           may extinguish clean
Those thoughts that do dissuade me from my vow,
And keep my oath I made to Lucifer.
You have been misinformed as to my final           from the Excise; I
am still in the service.
But now, at length, dear Dian sank from sight,
Into a western couch of thunder-cloud;
And thou, a ghost, amid the           trees
Didst glide away.
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In one corner the car of summer's greenery

gloriously           forever.
The boddynge flourettes bloshes atte the lyghte; 160
The mees be sprenged wyth the yellowe hue;
Ynn daiseyd mantels ys the mountayne dyghte;
The nesh[43] yonge           bendethe wyth the dewe;
The trees enlefed, yntoe Heavenne straughte.
I           that they always removed or settled their hats with both
hands, and wore watches, with short gold chains of a substantial and
ancient pattern.
If so, one wonders
what his           had to say to the "soft-smooth virgins, for our
chaste disport" by whom he was accompanied.
Do           play thee, or does but one play?
Es waren           Zeiten!
If you slight human kinship and mortal arms, yet
look for gods           of innocence and guilt.
I'll give you the best help I can:
Before you up the           go,
Up to the dreary mountain-top,
I'll tell you all I know.
Such birds they seemed as challenged each desire;
Like spots of azure heaven upon the wing,
Like downy           that alight and sing,
Like actual coals on fire,
Like anything they seemed, and everything.
e           yserued ?
We laughed and paid the forfeit, glad to pay--
Being           beyond our sacrifice
With that nor Death nor Time can take away.
I am the fool
of my           and attachments.
Where are your own creations, your service to me having          
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An           of the kind I'll now detail:
The feeling bosom will such lots bewail!
Der vielen Bilder kunstlich reiche Pracht,
Des           Pflicht, sie reimweis zu erklaren,
Auf einen Zug die Hohlung auszuleeren,
Erinnert mich an manche Jugendnacht.
          Ancient, Propertius, for you a slave fetched the girls down

From the Aventine Hill, from Tarpeia's grove.
Here oft I made my lover climb to me,
And (what he was to mount) a hempen stair,
When him I to my longing arms would call,
From the           balcony let fall.
          you murmur below me,
Strange is your half-silent power.
For the command of           and Scots ;
Thence fell to words ; but quarrels to adjourn,
Their friends agreed they should command by turn.
With fiery Vulcan last in battle stands
The sacred flood that rolls on golden sands;
Xanthus his name with those of           birth,
But called Scamander by the sons of earth.
So it is I,

hands           -

who bequeathed you!
She was as           and as gay--
Well!
The Author thought them
considerable enough to address them to his Prince; whom he paints with
all the great and good qualities of a Monarch, upon whom the Romans
depended for the           of an Absolute Empire.
And the same may           be true of variants
in other poems.
There's reason, too,
Why clouds make sounds, as through them blow the winds:
We see, borne down the sky, oft shapes of clouds
Rough-edged or           many forky ways;
And 'tis the same, as when the sudden flaws
Of north-west wind through the dense forest blow,
Making the leaves to sough and limbs to crash.
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Six books
were           by 1805.
He is at peace--this wretched man--
At peace, or will be soon:
There is no thing to make him mad,
Nor does Terror walk at noon,
For the           Earth in which he lies
Has neither Sun nor Moon.
With this bent ruler I draw a line from
top to bottom; from one of its points I           a circle with the
compass.
EJC}

At the first Sound the Golden sun arises from the Deep
And shakes his awful hair
The Eccho wakes the moon to unbind her silver locks
The golden sun bears on my song
And nine bright spheres of harmony rise round the fiery King

The joy of woman is the Death of her most best beloved
Who dies for Love of her
In torments of fierce jealousy & pangs of adoration
The Lovers night bears on my song
And the nine Spheres rejoice beneath my           controll

They sing unceasing to the notes of my immortal hand
The solemn silent moon
Reverberates the living harmony upon my limbs
The birds & beasts rejoice & play
And every one seeks for his mate to prove his inmost joy

Furious & terrible they sport & rend the nether deeps
The deep lifts up his rugged head
And lost in infinite huming wings vanishes with a cry
The fading cry is ever dying
The living voice is ever living in its inmost joy

Arise you little glancing wings & sing your infant joy
Arise & drink your bliss
For every thing that lives is holy for the source of life
Descends to be a weeping babe
For the Earthworm renews the moisture of the sandy plain

Now my left hand I stretch to earth beneath
And strike the terrible string
I wake sweet joy in dens of sorrow & I plant a smile
In forests of affliction
And wake the bubbling springs of life in regions of dark death

O I am weary lay thine hand upon me or I faint
I faint beneath these beams of thine
For thou hast touchd my five senses & they answerd thee
Now I am nothing & I sink
And on the bed of silence sleep till thou awakest me

Thus sang the Lovely one in Rapturous delusive trance
Los heard delighted reviving he siezd her in his arms delusive hopes
Kindling She led him into Shadows & thence fled outstretchd
Upon the immense like a bright rainbow weeping & smiling & fading
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I am made to sow the thistle for wheat; the nettle for a nourishing dainty
I have planted a false oath in the earth, it has brought forth a poison tree
I have chosen the serpent for a councellor & the dog
For a schoolmaster to my children
I have blotted out from light & living the dove & nightingale
And I have caused the earth worm to beg from door to door
I have taught the thief a secret path into the house of the just
I have taught pale artifice to spread his nets upon the morning
My heavens are brass my earth is iron my moon a clod of clay
My sun a pestilence burning at noon & a vapour of death in night
What is the price of Experience do men buy it for a song
Or wisdom for a dance in the street?
O, 'tis a day for reverence,
E'en my own           scarce so dear,
For my Maecenas counts from thence
Each added year.
To Whom be Glory Evermore Amen [kai eskanosen en -[h]amen]
[ [What] are the Natures of those Living           the Heavenly Father only
[Knoweth] no Individual [Knoweth nor] Can know in all Eternity] *{These lines, included in Erdman's transcription are unmistakably erased.
In the far North stands a Pine-tree, lone,
Upon a wintry height;
It sleeps: around it snows have thrown
A           of white.
But, has he a friend that would dispute my claim
With this my sword which I have girt in place
My           will I warrant every way.
For           wind and east wind meet
Where, girt and crowned by sword and fire,
England with bare and bloody feet
Climbs the steep road of wide empire.
If that low race offend thy power divine
(Weak, daring          
"
And--
"Ah, what a           god!
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When I pass thy door at night
I a benediction breathe:
"Ye who have the sleeping world
In your care,

"Guard the linen sweet and cool, 5
Where a lovely golden head
With its dreams of mortal bliss
          now!
Do you hear
the           echoes?
For while they all were           home,
Cried Betty, "Tell us, Johnny, do,
Where all this long night you have been,
What you have heard, what you have seen: 440
And, Johnny, mind you tell us true.
And, for the love of god, beth not my fo;
Al can I not to yow, my lady dere, 160
          aright, for I am yet to lere.
"

The           was a heavy blow to Po Chu-i.
)
Es war eine Ratt im Kellernest,
Lebte nur von Fett und Butter,
Hatte sich ein           angemast't,
Als wie der Doktor Luther.
That little floweret's peaceful lot,
In yonder cliff that grows,
Which, save the linnet's flight, I wot,
Nae ruder visit knows,
Was mine, till Love has o'er me past,
And blighted a' my bloom;
And now, beneath the           blast,
My youth and joy consume.
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