No More Learning
Since
I have been
to intrude with learned notes, I must apologize
for Goethe's many classical allusions, which were as familiar to his own
readership as are, in our publications today, the dense references to
media celebrities.
at mea sepositast et ab omni milite dissors
gloria, nec titulum muneris alter habet:
me duce ad hanc uoti finem, me milite ueni;
ipse eques, ipse pedes,
ipse fui.
2589 and
(unnumbered) in Haupt, _ibid.
"
The young
were all attention.
And still she slept an azure-lidded sleep,
In
linen, smooth, and lavender'd,
While he from forth the closet brought a heap
Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd
With jellies soother than the creamy curd,
And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon;
Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd
From Fez; and spiced dainties, every one,
From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
--
As music binds into a strict delight
The
random sounds that shake the air,
Even so fashioned must I have the being
That fills with rushing power the boundless spirit:
Amidst it, musically firm, a joy
That is a fiery knowledge of itself,
Thereby self-continent, a globed fire.
for what I wish'd, I have,
hence, and honourable gifts 50
With which heav'n prosper me!
A
woman; mere cold clay
As all false things are: but so fair,
She takes the breath of men away
Who gaze upon her unaware.
TRISTE
Que m'importe que tu sois sage?
What rumour without is there
Exeunt
and ROBIN
PISTOL.
ere to-morrow's dawn be here,
"Send forth my messengers over the sea,
To seek seven beautiful brides for me;
"Radiant of feature and regal of mien,
Seven
meet for the Persian Queen.
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"--the
cries to the Rose
That sallow cheek of hers to' incarnadine.
--On va sous les
verts de la promenade,
Les tilleuls sentent bon dans les bons soirs de juin!
is more human than Poe.
You have cast off the chains
That
your nobility of mind--
Delivered heart and head!
'Twas the Pyx, unharmed 'mid the circling rows
Of Blackmore's hairy throng,
Whereof were oxen, sheep, and does,
And hares from the brakes among;
And badgers grey, and conies keen,
And
of the tree,
And many a member seldom seen
Of Nature's family.
--
One day in silence did we drift at noon
By a bare rock, narrow, and white, and bare;
No food was there, no drink, no grass, no shade,
No tree, nor jutting eminence, nor form
large as the body of man,
Nor any living thing whose lot of life
Might stretch beyond the measure of one moon.
Has the
god, Cupid, seduced you now too?
for it
is a ful holy
?
Phantom assigned to this place by his brilliance,
The Swan in his exile is rendered motionless,
Swathed
by his cold dream of defiance.
For this was the great
wrought on Tarquin's evil seed?
So here I'll watch the night and wait
To see the morning shine,
When he will hear the stroke of eight
And not the stroke of nine;
And wish my friend as sound a sleep
As lads' I did not know,
That
the moonlit sheep
A hundred years ago.
As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
the whirlpool.
The work was accordingly
divided among the legions, and there was a truce to fighting until
they had got ready every means of storming a town that had ever been
devised by
or inventive ingenuity.
et la
de la _petite
morte_, l'entree dans le village ou _ca sentirait le laitage_, une
etable pleine d'un rhythme lent d'haleine, et de grands dos, un
interieur a la Teniers:
_Les lunettes de la grand-mere
Et son nez long
Dans son missel.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'
You rise the water unfolds
You sleep the water flowers
You are water ploughed from its depths
You are earth that takes root
And in which all is grounded
You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound
You sing
hymns on the arcs of the rainbow
You are everywhere you abolish the roads
You sacrifice time
To the eternal youth of an exact flame
That veils Nature to reproduce her
Woman you show the world a body forever the same
Yours
You are its likeness.
To walk
to the Kirk
And all together pray,
While each to his great father bends,
Old men, and babes, and loving friends,
And Youths, and Maidens gay.
