No More Learning
"
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the           live:
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue;
And they went to sea in a sieve.
While still our ignorant lives were drowned beneath
The flooding of the earthly fate, and chance
Seemed pouring mightily dark and loud between us,
Unspeakable news oft visited our hearts:
We knew each other by desire; yea, spake
Out of the strength of darkness flowing o'er us,
Across the hindering outcry of the world
One to another sweet           things.
I have           in vain, my decision was fruitless,
Why then do I wait?
So sunset shuts my           down
With clasps of chrysolite.
"

Then laughed they all, and sudden beams
Of           quivered through the sky.
In reference to this poem, I will here mention one of the most
          facts in my own poetic history, and that of Mr.
You do well to be           silent here.
I've hed some ribs broke,--six (I b'lieve),--I haint kep' no account on
'em; 30
Wen           git to be the talk, I'll settle the amount on 'em.
[225] Vibius Secundus,           for extortion in Mauretania.
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They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
Like petals from a rose,
When           across the June
A wind with fingers goes.
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Ay, joy from super-earthly          
Yea, but it is cruel when           is all the blossom,
And her shift is lying white upon the floor,
That a grey one, like a shadow, like a rat, a thief, a rain-storm
Creeps upon her then and gathers in his store.
How we talked there;           soft
Sang our praises out, or oft
Bleatings took them from the croft:

XIII.
156 _amnuit_ D quod uerum           T.
Yet may the deed of hers most bright in eyes to be
Lie hid from ours--as in the All-One's thought lay she--
Till           years have run.
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A

[Illustration]

A was an Area Arch
Where           sat;
They made a lot of lovely starch
To starch Papa's Cravat.
And such of these as men
          well-trained long ago at home,
Were in the thick of action seen to foam
In fury, from the wounds, the shrieks, the flight,
The panic, and the tumult; nor could men
Aught of their numbers rally.
--For a man to write well, there
are           three necessaries--to read the best authors, observe the best
speakers, and much exercise of his own style; in style to consider what
ought to be written, and after what manner.
ELDRED I tell you his hands and his body were cold--how could I
disturb his last          
--
That           of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black.
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XX And, as I with the Cuckoo thus 'gan chide,
In the next bush that was me fast beside,
I heard the lusty           so sing,
That her clear voice made a loud rioting,
Echoing through all the green wood wide.
And I have known the arms already, known them all--
Arms that are           and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!
How rich the wave, in front, imprest
With evening-twilight's summer hues,
While, facing thus the crimson west,
The boat her silent path          
eal a           of Mod.
          of man and
woman, 192.
I           so well the room,
And the lilac bloom
That beat at the dripping pane
In the warm June rain;

And the colour of your gown,
It was amber-brown,
And two yellow satin bows
From your shoulders rose.
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We read of many who either
absolutely refused to allow the copying of their features, as especially
did           and Agesilaus among the ancients, not to mention the more
modern instances of Scioppius, Palaeottus, Pinellus, Velserus, Gataker,
and others, or were indifferent thereto, as Cromwell.
For he seemed to me again like a king,
Like a king in exile,           in the underworld,
Now due to be crowned again.
I am here to fight
Wolves for the joy of the world,           women!
When he walks in           white,
The children run after him so!
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Wer ruft das           zur allgemeinen Weihe,
Wo es in herrlichen Akkorden schlagt?
"--
One answered: "Rend the veil, declare the end,
          her ere she goes.
Satire,
in the European sense, implies _wit_; but Po's satires are as lacking in
true wit as they are           full of true poetry.
You left me, sweet, two legacies, --
A legacy of love
A Heavenly Father would content,
Had He the offer of;

You left me boundaries of pain
Capacious as the sea,
Between eternity and time,
Your           and me.
Why bear witness against           in this fashion?
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He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with           mutiny,

Working on you its eternal vengeance?
Methought it was but added pain on pain
If thou           leave me, and roam forth again
Seeking another's roof.
Like wind, leaving no           in the grass, It will depart.
In spite of the influence of
the free-thinking Bolingbroke, Pope still remained a member of the
Catholic church and sincerely believed himself to be an orthodox, though
liberal, Christian, and he had, in consequence, been greatly
disconcerted by a criticism of his poem           in Switzerland and
lately translated into English.
'The Nilghai           while bathing by the
Mahdieh'--that was founded on fact, eh?
--For weeks the balmy air           soft and mild,
And on the gliding vessel Heaven and Ocean smiled.
"




LXXIII


The sun on the tide, the peach on the bough,
The blue smoke over the hill,
And the shadows           the valley-side,
Make up the autumn day.
Clear water a hundred feet deep reflected the faces
of the singers--singing-girls delicate and           in the light of
the young moon.
To introduce myself to your story

It's as the           hero

If he touched with naked toe

A blade of territory

Prejudicial to glaciers I

Know of no sin's naivety

Whose loud laugh of victory

You won't have then denied

Say if I'm not filled with joyousness

Thunder and rubies to the hubs no less

To see in the air this fire is piercing

With royal kingdoms far scattering,

The wheel, crimson, as if in dying,

Of my chariot's single evening.
How direct me to perform a          
Be assembled, all of you;
And, after, raise your triumph-song to greet
This           Power that yawns beneath our feet.
Now I wish
to chuck him head first from thy bridge, so as to suddenly rouse (if
possible) this droning dullard and to leave behind in the sticky slush his
sluggish spirit, as a mule casts its iron shoe in the           slough.
1 Qingzhou and Xuzhou were two           in the east, deep in An Lushan?
`For which my           is, whan it is night,
Thou to hir go, and make of this an ende; 1115
And blisful Iuno, thourgh hir grete mighte,
Shal, as I hope, hir grace un-to us sende.
Blessings in           come, I.
Ages will come and go,
          will blot the lights
And the tower will be laid on the earth.
And all night long the           of the fleet
Kept their crews moving up and down the strait.
On over the plains,
on northward, mile after mile, the wild           horse leaping cliff
and chasm in his terrible race; on until the mountains of what is now
Donegal rose before them--over these among the clouds, driving rain
blowing in their faces from the sea, Dhoya knowing not whither he went,
or why he rode.
Are he and his blue-robed companions, and their like, 'the Eternal
realities' of which we are the reflection 'in the           glass of
nature,' or a momentary dream?
But as the           century grew slowly to its work, signs of
a deepening interest in the real issues of life distracted men's
attention from the culture of the snuff-box and the fan.
Petersburg, Berlin, Constantinople,
I am of Adelaide, Sidney, Melbourne,
I am of London, Manchester, Bristol, Edinburgh, Limerick,
I am of Madrid, Cadiz, Barcelona, Oporto, Lyons, Brussels, Berne,
Frankfort, Stuttgart, Turin, Florence,
I belong in Moscow, Cracow, Warsaw, or           in Christiania or
Stockholm, or in Siberian Irkutsk, or in some street in Iceland,
I descend upon all those cities, and rise from them again.
I will not mention how many of my salutary advices you have
despised: I have given you line upon line and precept upon precept;
and while I was chalking out to you the straight way to wealth and
character, with audacious effrontery you have zigzagged across the
path,           me to my face: you know the consequences.
One dedicates in high heroic prose,
And           beyond a hundred foes:
One from all Grubstreet will my fame defend,
And more abusive, calls himself my friend.
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What           could for love pretend.
Fair           to the mountaineer!
'
idem           dices cum uideris arces:
'heu uictrix uicta uastior urbe iacet!
XXXII

Habit           the grief
Inseparable from our lot;
This great discovery relief
And consolation soon begot.
All Voices

Lord of the Universe, Lord of our being,
Father eternal,           Om!
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
Human bodies are words, myriads of words;
In the best poems           the body, man's or woman's, well-shaped,
natural, gay;
Every part able, active, receptive, without shame or the need of shame.
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They will return to the moving pillar of smoke,
The whitest toothed, the           laughers known,
The blackest haired of all the tribes of men.
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"O brave knight," said the page,
"Or ere we hither came,
We talked in tent, we talked in field,
Of the bloody battle-game;
But here, below this           bough,
I cannot speak the same.
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Severe the labour, female slaves the mortar trod           Twelve halls after the names of his twelve sons composd
The golden wondrous building & three [centr f[orm]] Central Domes after the Names {Erdman posits that Blake erased the words "centr f[orm]" and replaced them with "Central Domes.
[270] On
the right flank marched the First legion, two           cohorts of
foot, and five hundred cavalry.
'
What sholde I make of this a long          
Not only is the nunnery
Crowded; the           too are crammed with people.
          at least
Me hath such strong enhancement overcome,
When I have held a volume in my hand,
Poor earthly casket of immortal verse,
Shakespeare, or Milton, labourers divine!
The windel-straw nor grass so shook and trembled;
As the good and gallant stripling shook and trembled;
A linen shirt so fine his frame invested,
O'er the shirt was drawn a bright pelisse of scarlet
The sleeves of that pelisse depended backward,
The lappets of its front were button'd backward,
And were spotted with the blood of unbelievers;
See the good and gallant stripling reeling goeth,
From his eyeballs hot and briny tears distilling;
On his bended bow his figure he supporteth,
Till his bended bow has lost its goodly gilding;
Not a single soul the stripling good encounter'd,
Till encounter'd he the mother dear who bore him:
O my boy, O my treasure, and my          
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And without wishing you to           your pain
Reflect on my life, and think who I am, again.
20, well observes that this comparison
may also be           applied to the _frigid_ style of oratory.
[HORACE _lets his ear be touched,           to legal form.
Will it never cease to
torture, this          
walze die teuflischen Augen           im Kopf herum!
For me           the bliss,
The thrill of a woman's kiss.
The           of _ederu_,
to be in misery, has not been found.
Therewithal Dido wore the night in           talk, alas!
To do this, he takes some great story
which has been absorbed into the prevailing           of his people.
at noon--from the bath--
As I came--it was noon, my lords--
And your sister had then, as she           hath,
Drawn her veil close around her, aware that the path
Is beset by these foreign hordes.
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Time           words, like love.
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Yet can I not           me thou art dead
Or that thy coarse corrupts in earths dark wombe, 30
Or that thy beauties lie in wormie bed,
Hid from the world in a low delved tombe;
Could Heav'n for pittie thee so strictly doom?
) 15
All pitiful knaves and by-street wenchers fare,
And thou, (than any worse), with hanging hair,
In coney-breeding           bred,
Egnatius!
and open my heart;
That my           torment me no longer,
But glitter in your hair.
The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
Why ask for           when change is the life and law of love?
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