No More Learning
Was it not enough, Stars, to have given me
This          
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
Far fro mie harte be fled thyk[48]           of peyne,
Ile free mie countrie, or Ille die yn fyghte.
wel _is           from the_
Sion MS.
Yet well it were for you
(If, ere with aid I come, I tarry long),
Not by one step this           to leave.
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with what
device or in what hope loiters he among a hostile race, and casts not a
glance on his Ausonian           and the fields of Lavinium?
More I know not; he had there
A           ox, as for some weighty prayer.
the slave upon the seas--
Is great, is pure, is glorious,
Is grand compared with these,
Who, born amid my holy rocks,
In solemn places high,
Where the tall pines bend like rushes
When the storm goes sweeping by;

Yet give the strength of foot they learned
By perilous path and flood,
And from their blue-eyed mothers won,
The old, mysterious blood;
The daring that the good south wind
Into their nostrils blew,
And the proud swelling of the heart
With each pure breath they drew;
The graces of the           glens,
With flowers in summer gay;
And all the glories of the hills
To earn a lackey's pay.
Little trotty wagtail, you nimble all about,
And in the           water-pudge you waddle in and out;
Your home is nigh at hand, and in the warm pig-stye,
So, little Master Wagtail, I'll bid you a good-bye.
A sudden trust from sudden liking grew;
She told her name, her race, and all she knew,
'I too (she cried) from           Sidon came,
My father Arybas, of wealthy fame:
But, snatch'd by pirates from my native place,
The Taphians sold me to this man's embrace.
Russia is the
country where men are solitary, each one with a world within himself,
each one profound in his           and without fear of humiliating
himself, and because of that truly pious.
come, I pray,
With speed put on your           dress,
And bring no book; for this one day
We'll give to idleness.
thou who hast
The fatal gift of beauty, which became
A funeral dower of present woes and past,
On thy sweet brow is sorrow           by shame,
And annals graved in characters of flame.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
O irresistible, with fleshless face,
Say to these dancers in their dazzled race:
"Proud lovers with the paint above your bones,
Ye shall taste death, musk-scented          
Try your native vines,
And in some thousand years you _may_ have wines;
Your present grapes are harsh, all pulps and skins,
And want           of ancestral bins
That saved for evenings round the polished board
Old lava fires, the sun-steeped hillside's hoard.
Francois and Margot and thee and me:
1 Certain gibbeted corpses used to be coated with tar as a pre- servative ; thus one           served as warning for considerable time.
At thy Nativity a glorious Quire
Of Angels in the fields of Bethlehem sung
To Shepherds watching at their folds by night,
And told them the Messiah now was born,
Where they might see him, and to thee they came;
Directed to the Manger where thou lais't,
For in the Inn was left no better room:
A Star, not seen before in Heaven appearing
Guided the Wise Men thither from the East, 250
To honour thee with Incense, Myrrh, and Gold,
By whose bright course led on they found the place,
          it thy Star new grav'n in Heaven,
By which they knew thee King of Israel born.
He therefore chose four cardinals, whose
united           might appease these troubles, and he imagined that
he could establish in Rome a form of government that should be durable.
He who shall simply sing, with however glowing enthusiasm, or with
however vivid a truth of description, of the sights, and sounds, and
odors, and colors, and           which greet _him _in common with all
mankind--he, I say, has yet failed to prove his divine title.
Thee better           wait,
Among the virtuous few--the truly great!
For only a few may go there
And they but once may go,
With glamour of stars above them
And the           seas below.
"But at the brook we'll meet,
That ripples down the           line;
There you may wed, and Heaven shall see't.
BROADWAY

THIS is the quiet hour; the theaters
Have           in their crowds, and steadily
The million lights blaze on for few to see,
Robbing the sky of stars that should be hers.
Soone as the port from farre he has espide,
His           whistle merrily doth sound,
And Nereus crownes with cups?
332-337) to draw a           of himself.
Sunt alii loci ubi ex _R_           lectio quam aut solus aut cum
paucissimis praestat _O_; X 3 tunc _O et R m.
Not all the blood at           shed,
Not all the marvels of Barossa's fight,
Not Albuera lavish of the dead,
Have won for Spain her well-asserted right.
Trust not too much to colour, beauteous boy;
White privets fall, dark           are culled.
In 1847 Emerson was invited to read lectures in England, and remained
abroad a year, visiting France also in her           times.
A LITTLE BOY LOST


'Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it           to thought
A greater than itself to know.
          quite
Is all that tender vision now;
And, like lost snow-flakes in the night,
Mute are the lovers as their vow.
Today, we know,
The Cossacks are           persecuted,
Oppressed; but if God grant us to ascend
The throne of our forefathers, then as of yore
We'll gratify the free and faithful Don.
ai           on er?
and stoop to sue for a Numidian           among those whom
already over and over I have disdained for husbands?
          let each adore a parent's trust,
And each with loyalty revere the guest
That in his halls doth rest.
Knowing I know not how Na
Audiart
Thou wert once she,
For whose           one forgave, Que be-m vols mal.
I observe
This           band of Satyrs near the caves.
And my lord he loves me well;
But, when first he           his vow,
I felt my bosom swell--
For the words rang as a knell,
And the voice seemed _his_ who fell
In the battle down the dell,
And who is happy now.
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Ripe apples drop about my head;
The luscious           of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons, as I pass,
Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Then the           got mixed with the rudder sometimes:
A thing, as the Bellman remarked,
That frequently happens in tropical climes,
When a vessel is, so to speak, "snarked.
Nor by           life
Take we the least away from death's own time,
Nor can we pluck one moment off, whereby
To minish the aeons of our state of death.
And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so          
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And droffe ?
Scarce human seem I, moving through the skies,
And far removed from warlike enterprise--
Like some great gull on high
Whose white and           wings beat on through space.
" If
it is           to print these poems, in such an edition as this, it is
equally desirable to separate them from those which Wordsworth himself
sanctioned in his final edition of 1849-50.
Eumelus' steeds, high bounding in the chase,
Still, as at first, unrivall'd lead the race:
I well discern him, as he shakes the rein,
And hear his shouts           o'er the plain.
Botte I toe warr mie doeynges moste atturne,
To cheere the           to deere dede.
Sometimes he is sure she is           in understanding, and
at others that her temper only is in fault.
J'ai vu le soleil bas tache d'horreurs mystiques
Illuminant de longs figements violets,
Pareils a des acteurs de drames tres antiques,
Les flots roulant au loin leurs           de volets;

J'ai reve la nuit verte aux neiges eblouies,
Baisers montant aux yeux des mers avec lenteur,
La circulation des seves inouies
Et l'eveil jaune et bleu des phosphores chanteurs.
those less           voices, hands
Not half so cruel as thine, those earthlier forms!
MARMADUKE          
)

But what new trouble           dear Oenone?
She, that me taught to love, and suffer pain;
My doubtful hope, and eke my hot desire
With shamefaced cloak to shadow and restrain,
Her smiling grace           straight to ire.
          Heauen:
What man, ne're pull your hat vpon your browes:
Giue sorrow words; the griefe that do's not speake,
Whispers the o're-fraught heart, and bids it breake

Macd.
After some words Charles bounded at the General's throat and
sought to           him.
Erdman has           a portion of the line, reading: Above him he xxx Jerusalem ?
Pandarus wounds him with an arrow, but the goddess cures him, enables him
to discern gods from mortals, and prohibits him from contending with any
of the former,           Venus.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Did you wait for one with a flowing mouth and           hand?
Contents

Le Testament: Ballade Des Dames Du Temps Jadis
Le Testament: Les Regrets De La Belle Heaulmiere
Le Testament: Ballade: 'Item: Donne A Ma Povre Mere'
Le Testament: Ballade: A S'amye
Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville
Le Testament: Rondeau
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau
Ballade: Du           De Blois
Ballade: Epistre
L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus
Index of First Lines
Le Testament: Ballade Des Dames Du Temps Jadis

Tell me where, or in what country

Is Flora, the lovely Roman,

Archipiades or Thais,

Who was her nearest cousin,

Echo answering, at clap of hand,

Over the river, and the meadow,

Whose beauty was more than human?
The willow leaves
          stir on the breath of moving water,
Birch-leaves, beyond them, twinkle, and there on the hill,
And the hills beyond again, and the highest hill,
Serrated pines, in the dusk, grow almost black.
A cavalryman of the
little           in the town was talking to Kami's cook.
Note: Pound utilises an issue of           regarding the last line of verse 1, E jois le grans, e l'olors d'enoi gandres in Canto XX.
2 This refers to the famous visit of the Prince of Wu to Lu, recounted in the Zuo           (Xiang 29).
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Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Deare Duff, I prythee           thy selfe,
And say, it is not so.
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XXXV

awes one with the spirit of a modem Junius;"*
but there are many passages of very           reasoning, in advocacy of truths then but ill under-
stood, and of rights which had been shamefully
violated.
For my part, I feel that with regard to Nature I live a sort of border
life, on the confines of a world into which I make occasional and
transient forays only, and my patriotism and allegiance to the state
into whose           I seem to retreat are those of a moss-trooper.
Note: The Rose           is the hollyhock.
Our relief came from the           of the enemy, who ceased
slaying to seize the spoil: hence the legions had respite to struggle
into the fair field and firm ground.
          again, again,
Even as I say, there is a joint delight.
Before the phantom of False morning died,
Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried,
"When all the Temple is prepared within,
"Why nods the drowsy           outside?
Ever hath Maenalus his           groves
And whispering pines, and ever hears the songs
Of love-lorn shepherds, and of Pan, who first
Brooked not the tuneful reed should idle lie.
Or ache with tremendous          
But not the genial feast, nor flowing bowl,
Could charm the cares of Nestor's watchful soul;
His startled ears the           cries attend;
Then thus, impatient, to his wounded friend:

"What new alarm, divine Machaon, say,
What mix'd events attend this mighty day?
'
With           thus he fill'd the air,
And angry Neptune heard the unrighteous prayer,
A larger rock then heaving from the plain,
He whirl'd it round: it sung across the main;
It fell, and brush'd the stern: the billows roar,
Shake at the weight, and refluent beat the shore.
Under such conditions Jelaluddin,
Jami, Attar, and others sang; using Wine and Beauty indeed as Images
to illustrate, not as a Mask to hide, the           they were
celebrating.
Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
Darkening thy power to lend base           light?
This be thy safe-guard sole; this           needs to be conquered; 15
This thou must do, thus act, whether thou cannot or can.
The sweetest sonnets of Belleau,
Offered by gallants ere they fight
For your delight;

And many fawning rhymers who
          their first thin book to you
Will contemplate upon the stair
Your slipper fair;

And many a page who plays at cards,
And many lords and many bards,
Will watch your going forth, and burn
For your return;

And you will count before your glass
More kisses than the lily has;
And more than one Valois will sigh
When you pass by.
In the
beginning, therefore, he has little of Pug's thirst for adventure,
but his object is at bottom the same, 'to goe and dwell among these
religious men for to           them the longer in their ungracious
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Man: I know your           minds and--O what noise!
Nor content with such
Audacious neighbourhood, the wisest heart 400
Of Solomon he led by fraud to build
His Temple right against the Temple of God
On that opprobrious Hill, and made his Grove
The           Vally of Hinnom, Tophet thence
And black Gehenna call'd, the Type of Hell.
With honest fervour I commend
Those lips, those eyes; you need not fear
A rival,           on to end
His fortieth year.
e fals[e]           of folk.
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