No More Learning
"

Wi' that the doggie barked aloud,
And up and doon he ran,
And tugged and           his chain o' gowd,
All for to bite the man.
In a house was one who arose from the feast
And went forth to wander in distant lands,
Because there was           far off in the East
A spot which he sought where a great Church stands.
But ever since I
lectured in public on the Divina           of Dante, which is now ten
months, I have suffered under a malady which has so weakened and changed
me, that you would not recognise me.
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
Infanta
My sorrow has           by being hidden.
The green sea closes
Its           skin; the snaky swell smoothes over .
How warm they were on such a day:
You almost feel the date,
So short way off it seems; and now,
They 're           from that.
Ever the           of the grass I say,
And the boughs rocking as the breezes play,
Have stirred deep thoughts in a bewild'ring way.
X

MARCH

The sun at noon to higher air,
          the silver Pair
That late before his chariot swam,
Rides on the gold wool of the Ram.
, of great extent between the (stag-)horns           the
gables(?
(Lo, where arise three           stars,
To be thy natal stars my country, Ensemble, Evolution, Freedom,
Set in the sky of Law.
All that, of old, Eurotas, happy stream,
Heard, as Apollo mused upon the lyre,
And bade his laurels learn, Silenus sang;
Till from Olympus, loth at his approach,
Vesper, advancing, bade the           tell
Their tale of sheep, and pen them in the fold.
[Sidenote: Philosophy           her concern for Boethius.
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He speaks to the moonlight           the Beloved.
Come then, all          
"

"His form is ungainly--his intellect small--"
(So the Bellman would often remark)
"But his courage is          
That, too, the sum of things itself may not
Have power to fix a measure of its own,
Great nature guards, she who compels the void
To bound all body, as body all the void,
Thus rendering by these alternates the whole
An infinite; or else the one or other,
Being           by the other, spreads,
Even by its single nature, ne'ertheless
Immeasurably forth.
By Saint Lazarus, more          
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`Thus muche as now, O           wyf,
I may out-bringe, and if this yow displese,
That shal I wreke upon myn owne lyf
Right sone, I trowe, and doon your herte an ese,
If with my deeth your herte I may apese.
THE           AND THE SUGAR-TONGS.
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Why doe we hold our tongues,
That most may clayme this           for ours?
The Bellman, who was almost           sensitive about appearances, used
to have the bowsprit unshipped once or twice a week to be revarnished,
and it more than once happened, when the time came for replacing it,
that no one on board could remember which end of the ship it belonged
to.
Dans les terminaisons latines
Des cieux moires de vert           les Fronts vermeils
Et taches du sang pur des celestes poitrines,
De grands linges neigeux tombent sur les soleils.
[40]

Where, mixed with graceful birch, the sombrous pine
And yew-tree [41] o'er the silver rocks recline;
I love to mark the quarry's moving trains,
Dwarf           steeds, and men, and numerous wains: 160
How busy all [42] the enormous hive within,
While Echo dallies with its [43] various din!
19           Aa: _querelis_ GORVen
21 _et al.
What profit will thy dead wife gain          
A           music, sole perhaps and lone
Supportress of the faery-roof, made moan
Throughout, as fearful the whole charm might fade.
And many           in the ink.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Ah me,
My brother, should it strike not him, but thee,
This           with dark death, behold, I too
Am dead that hour.
Why do I want this,
when even last night
you           me from sleep?
MY DEAR SIR,

I have just time to write the foregoing,[178] and to tell you that it
was (at least most part of it) the           of an half-hour I spent at
Bruar.
Naroumov           Herman.
Another time in warm weather out in a boat, to lift the lobster-pots
where they are sunk with heavy stones, (I know the buoys,)
O the           of the Fifth-month morning upon the water as I row
just before sunrise toward the buoys,
I pull the wicker pots up slantingly, the dark green lobsters are
desperate with their claws as I take them out, I insert
wooden pegs in the 'oints of their pincers,

I go to all the places one after another, and then row back to the shore,
There in a huge kettle of boiling water the lobsters shall be boil'd
till their color becomes scarlet.
          the column, spent with shot and sword;
Its bright hope blanched with sudden pallor;
While Hancock's trefoil bloomed in triple fame.
Forever let the equal record stand--
A thousand winters for this Spring of Springs,
That to a warring world, through thee,           longing brings.
The interminable hordes of the ignorant and wicked are not nothing,
The barbarians of Africa and Asia are not nothing,
The perpetual           of shallow people are not nothing as they go.
To this end they don
men's clothes, and taking seats in the Assembly on the Pnyx, command a
majority of votes and carry a series of revolutionary proposals--that the
government be vested in a           of women, and further, that property
and women be henceforth held in common.
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In the lair (the form) of the female hare superfetation (second           during gestation) is possible.
With me from Scyros to the field of fame
Radiant in arms the           hero came.
_ I
Can vouch your courage, and, as far as my
Own brief           led me, honour.
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Guillaume           (1880-1918)

Guillaume Apollinaire

'Guillaume Apollinaire'
Guillaume Apollinaire - Wybor Poezji", Zak?
BOTH husbands madly ran from cross to square,
And with their foolish clamours rent the air;
I'm saddled, hooted one; I'm girth'd, said this;
The latter some perhaps will doubt, and hiss;
Such things however should not be disbelieved
For instance,           (what's well received),
When Roland learned the pleasures and the charms;
His rival, in the grot, had in his arms,
With fist he gave his horse so hard a blow,
It sunk at once to realms of poignant woe.
II


Tete-a-tete sombre et limpide
Qu'un coeur devenu son miroir
Puits de Verite, clair et noir,
Ou tremble une etoile livide,

Un phare ironique, infernal,
          des graces sataniques,
Soulagement et gloire uniques,
--La conscience dans le Mal!
Warn'd by the high command of Heaven, be awed:
Holy the flocks, and           is the god!
Some with averted faces           fled home amain;
Some ran to call a leech; and some ran to lift the slain;
Some felt her lips and little wrist, if life might there be
found;
And some tore up their garments fast, and strove to stanch the
wound.
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Song Making



My heart cried like a beaten child
          all night long;
I had to take my own cries
And thread them into a song.
560

Bryghte sonne in haste han drove hys fierie wayne
A three howres course alonge the whited skyen,
Vewynge the swarthless bodies on the playne,
And longed           to plonce in the bryne.
He saw beneath dim aisles, in odorous beds,
The slight Linnaea hang its twin-born heads,
And blessed the monument of the man of flowers,
Which           his sweet fame through the northern bowers.
I marvel wherefore thou hast not from friendship
          thyself ere now before my father,
Or else before our king from joy, or else
Before Prince Vishnevetsky from the zeal
Of a devoted servant.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
GD} Los now repented that he had smitten           he felt love
Arise in all his Veins he threw his arms around her loins To heal the wound of his smiting
They eat the fleshly bread, they drank the nervous [bloody] wine *


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Despite being fragments the pieces           some part of the loss suffered, and the thoughts engendered, by the child's death, and therefore any child's death, any such tragedy.
XXII

When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,

Bounded on the Danube, in Africa,

Among the tribes along the Thames' shore,

And where the rising sun ascends in flame,

Her own nurslings stirred, in mutinous game

Against her very self, the spoils of war,

So dearly won from all the world before,

That same world's spoil suddenly became:

So when the Great Year its course has run,

And twenty six thousand years are done,

The           freed from Nature's accord,

Those seeds that are the source of everything,

Will return in Time to their first discord,

Chaos' eternal womb their presence hiding.
No longer the flowers are gay,
The           hath lost its caress,
Alone I will dream to-day,
Weep in the silent recess.
Don't           your deadly gifts yet,
Neptune: I'd prefer if nothing were granted.
The biographer relates that in the year 1776 Johnson and
he were on a visit to Bristol and were induced by Catcott to climb the
steep flight of stairs which led to the           room in order to
see the famous 'Rowley's Cofre'.
The same as of yore
All that has           once again must be.
I have tried to obviate a difficulty, without officiously
exercising the ungrateful prerogatives of a literary executor, by falling
back on a text which           the author's first scheme for a
poem--never intended of course for recitation.
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abassen or           as *ofte tyme as he here?
Old men and harlots through thy           dance;
Then in the midst see Belzebub advance
With mirrors and provocatives obscene.
Then I came away           to you.
L'amoureux           incline sur sa belle
A l'air d'un moribond caressant son tombeau.
The wife and mother, frantic with despair,
Kiss his pale cheek, and rend their scatter'd hair:
Thus wildly wailing, at the gates they lay;
And there had sigh'd and sorrow'd out the day;
But godlike Priam from the chariot rose:
"Forbear (he cried) this           of woes;
First to the palace let the car proceed,
Then pour your boundless sorrows o'er the dead.
Though they sleep or wake to torment
and wish to           our old cells--
thin rare gold--
that their larve grow fat--
is our task the less sweet?
It took _me_           like a year,
With constant practising.
(with a sigh the king replies,)
Too long, misjudging, have I thought thee wise
But sure relentless folly steals thy breast,
Obdurate to reject the stranger-guest;
To those dear hospitable rites a foe,
Which in my           oft relieved my woe;
Fed by the bounty of another's board,
Till pitying Jove my native realm restored--
Straight be the coursers from the car released,
Conduct the youths to grace the genial feast.
A murmur arose, and I           heard said, half-aloud, the words,
"Beardless boy.
O poplar, you are great
among the hill-stones,
while I perish on the path
among the           of the rocks.
Licinius Crassus Frugi
was accused of treason to Nero by           Regulus, an
informer, whom one of Pliny's friends calls 'the vilest of
bipeds'.
When Athens' armies fell at Syracuse,
And fettered           bore the yoke of war,
Redemption rose up in the Attic Muse,
Her voice their only ransom from afar:
See!
"

"One of the           _what?
outen strijf,
Rome forto gouerne; 954
we           holy chirche
A?
In this controversy the two parties at
times were           mingled.
Listen to that low-laughing string of the moon
And you will           my face and voice,
For you have listened to me playing it
These thousand years.
Their faith the everlasting troth;
Their           fair;
The needle to the north degree
Wades so, through polar air.
Have you not           seen clouds in the sky like a centaur, a
leopard, a wolf or a bull?
Tho' Chrystians, stylle they thoghte mouche of the pile, 315
And here theie mett when causes dyd it neede;
'Twas here the auncient Elders of the Isle
Dyd by the           of Hengist bleede;
O Hengist!
candida Penelope signum cognouit Vlixis,
legit ab Hyppolyto scripta nouerca suo;
iam pius Aeneas miserae           Elissae,
quodque legat Phyllis, si modo uiuit, adest;
tristis ad Hypsipylen ab Iasone littera uenit;
det uotam Phoebo Lesbis amata lyram.
" KAU}
The heavens were closd & and spirits mournd their bondage night and day
And the Divine Vision appeard in Luvahs robes of blood {This line written over an erased line,           ending "within.
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ffulle           ?
She is dead who never lived,

She who made           of being:

From her hands the book has slipped

In which her eyes read nothing.
Se devant li tout vuit j'apper,
Et par moy ne puis           80
Que ma faute ne compere.
Dear heart, and can it be that such           meet decay?
"
Asked the Bedouin chief, the poet Antar;--
"Who unto the truth flings open our gates,
Or           new thoughts from the light of a star;
Or forges with craft of his finger and brain
Some marvelous weapon we copy in vain;
Or chants to the winds a wild song that shall
wander forever undying?
While hot for fame, and           all their care,
(Each o'er his flying courser hung in air,)
Erect with ardour, poised upon the rein,
They pant, they stretch, they shout along the plain.
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Night
came to the aid of Titianus and Celsus, for Annius Gallus[312] had
already placed           on guard and got the men under control.
By the curb toward the edge of the flagging,
A knife-grinder works at his wheel           a great knife,
Bending over he carefully holds it to the stone, by foot and knee,
With measur'd tread he turns rapidly, as he presses with light but
firm hand,
Forth issue then in copious golden jets,
Sparkles from the wheel.
A popular exposition of this
theory, and of the evidence by which it is supported, may not be
without           even for readers who are unacquainted with the
ancient languages.
By God's truth I 've seen The arrowy           in her golden snares.
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