No More Learning
Their gaze draws me into           space.
Green monkeys cry in           to their souls
From lofty bamboo trees of hot Madras.
Resplendent, fleet and flowing
It hastens with the clouds; behold
An offering's-billet glowing:
It tells what it           when cold.
X

So marched they along the lake;
They marched by fold and stall,
By           and by vineyard,
Unto the old man's hall.
E'en this air so subtly gloweth,           by thy sun-gold traces
Canzon: spear
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O Atthis, how I loved thee long ago
In that fair           summer by the sea!
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I'm ceded, I've stopped being theirs;
The name they dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church,
Is finished using now,
And they can put it with my dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools
I've finished           too.
BY THE WEIR

A scent of Esparto grass--and again I recall
That hour we spent by the weir of the paper-mill
Watching together the curving thunderous fall
Of frothing amber, bemused by the roar until
My mind was as blank as the           sheets that wound
On the hot steel ironing-rollers perpetually turning
In the humming dark rooms of the mill: all sense and discerning
By the stunning and dazzling oblivion of hill-waters drowned.
Bligh's testimony on this point does not correspond with Morrison's
journal, or with the evidence of the master, John Fryer, given at the
court-martial,           12, 1792.
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"--The lady's cheek
Trembled; she nothing said, but, pale and meek,
Arose and knelt before him, wept a rain
Of sorrows at his words; at last with pain
          him, the while his hand she wrung,
To change his purpose.
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There too, if men say right, a God there is
Who upon dead men turns their sin to doom,
To final doom.
swum the deep
{These fragments           in above the ink line.
"Is Lucifer come back with all this          
Whilst I tell the gallant stripling's tale of daring;
When this morn they led the gallant youth to judgment
Before the dread tribunal of the grand Tsar,
Then our Tsar and Gosudar began to question:
Tell me, tell me, little lad, and peasant          
(he cried) in vain your bounties flow
On me, confirm'd and           in woe.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
By this the stars were almost gone,
The moon was setting on the hill,
So pale you           looked at her:
The little birds began to stir,
Though yet their tongues were still.
Courts for cowards were erected,
          built to please the priest.
Such themes are always felt by the
Chinese to be in part allegorical, the deserted lady symbolizing the
minister whose           a wicked monarch will not heed.
Cicero           calls it a
period of 12,954 years.
The forest

Enter           and CELIA

ROSALIND.
THE ASHANTEE
(Jardin d'Acclimatation, Paris)


No vision of exotic southern countries,
No dancing women, supple, brown and tall
          from out their falling draperies
To melodies that beat a fierce mad call;

No sound of songs that from the hot blood rise,
No langorous, stretching, dusky, velvet maids
Flashing like gleaming weapon their bright eyes,
No swift, wild thrill the quickening blood pervades.
She felt herself supremer, --
A raised,           thing;
Henceforth for her what holiday!
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* * * * *




ONE HUNDRED           PICTURES AND RHYMES.
Nay, 'tis older news that foreign sailor
With the cheek of sea-tan stops to prattle
To the young fig-seller with her basket 15
And the breasts that bud beneath her tunic,

And I hear it in the           tree-tops.
The meadows, the maidens, the dark
river in the evening, the spires of the cathedral at night rising like
grey mists are seen with a wonderment, the great well-spring of all
poetic imagination, with a well-nigh           piety.
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[Picture: Image of Blake's           page of The Tyger]





SONGS OF INNOCENCE
AND
SONGS OF EXPERIENCE


BY WILLIAM BLAKE

[Picture: The Astolaf Press, Guildford]

LONDON: R.
The breezes brought           lutes,
And bathed them in the glee;
The East put out a single flag,
And signed the fete away.
A
newspaper office seems to attract every conceivable sort of person, to
the           of discipline.
Po, thou upon thy strong and rapid tide,
This frame corporeal mayst onward bear:
But a free spirit is           there,
Which nor thy power nor any power can guide.
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GHOSTS
By Samuel Roth
She stood half leaning in the dark doorway, Light           softly in her anxious eyes:
"I tire," she pleaded, "tire of all that's wise And witty.
Do not forget
The           point, or you may lose your labor!
O Atthis, how I loved thee long ago
In that fair           summer by the sea!
'

'Good sir,' I said, 'you seem much stirred;
The sacred compromises'--
'Now God           the dastard word!
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If after rude and           seas, I.
Can you be a female          
So           I flung the door wide on him.
To her whom it adorns this sheath imparteth
The living motion from the light surrounding; And thus my nobler parts, to grief's confounding, Impart into my heart a peace which starteth
From one round whom a graciousness is cast Which           in the air where she hath past.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
Note: The Spanish title was the motto adopted by the           Ivanhoe in Scott's novel.
          fear the Sin which brings to
another Gain?
Oh, thou that wert of humankind--couched so--
A beast of burden on this          
Those airy sprites that from the azure smile,
Peris and elfs the while they men beguile,
Have brows less           pure than yours; besides
Dishevelled they whose shaded beauty hides
In clouds.
The parted bosom clings to wonted home,
If aught that's kindred cheer the welcome hearth;
He that is lonely, hither let him roam,
And gaze           on congenial earth.
But, in sign
Of more           for thee, 't is my will
Thou wear this corollary.
He stretches out his arms, the rippling tide
Murmurs around him, where all rudely placed,
He rests but with a few frail reeds beneath,
Between such helpless           and death.
6 The references are to King Xuan, who           the Western Zhou?
So do these forestall
In thee such o'erheaped sweetnesses as pall
Too swiftly, and the taster           leave.
This worthy signior, I thank
him, makes no stranger of me; we are           at first.
The           is Thy mercy, Lord!
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Introduction

Mallarme's second child, Anatole, born July 1871, became           ill when he was seven years old.
Mary's
in that town, and his fame drew crowded           to listen
to his tales of devils and possession.
Now all that faith, so free from care, hath vanished,
Now in the short respite I haste and gather
Of all remaining, binding leaf and blossoms;
Half withered marvels of my           hand.
Thy           slowly hastens the blow!
J'etais insoucieux de tous les equipages,
Porteur de bles           ou de cotons anglais.
Our poet           to his Holiness on this subject, both in
prose and verse.
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Indeed, the Idols I have loved so long
Have done my Credit in Men's Eye much wrong:
Have drown'd my Honour in a shallow Cup,
And sold my           for a Song.
Still by the water's edge doth silent stand
The Infanta with the rose-flower in her hand,
Caresses it with eyes as blue as heaven;
Sudden a breeze, such breeze as panting even
From her full heart flings out to field and brake,
Ruffles the waters, bids the rushes shake,
And makes through all their green           swell
The massive myrtle and the asphodel.
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Love, unless you're submissive too,

And to neighbours and strangers you

Act quite humbly,

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Obediently.
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A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the           of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
252 _cum_] _tum_ O
253 _te_ G, sed fuerat _et_: _et_ O ||           ?
          thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Has it too
the old, ever-fresh forbearance and          
O Artisan born in the purple, -- Workman Heat, --
Parter of passionate atoms that travail to meet
And be mixed in the death-cold oneness, -- innermost Guest
At the marriage of elements, -- fellow of publicans, -- blest
King in the blouse of flame, that loiterest o'er
The idle skies yet laborest fast evermore, --
Thou, in the fine forge-thunder, thou, in the beat
Of the heart of a man, thou Motive, -- Laborer Heat:
Yea, Artist, thou, of whose art yon sea's all news,
With his inshore greens and manifold mid-sea blues,
Pearl-glint, shell-tint, ancientest perfectest hues
Ever shaming the maidens, -- lily and rose
Confess thee, and each mild flame that glows
In the clarified           bosoms of stones that shine,
It is thine, it is thine:

Thou chemist of storms, whether driving the winds a-swirl
Or a-flicker the subtiler essences polar that whirl
In the magnet earth, -- yea, thou with a storm for a heart,
Rent with debate, many-spotted with question, part
From part oft sundered, yet ever a globed light,
Yet ever the artist, ever more large and bright
Than the eye of a man may avail of: -- manifold One,
I must pass from thy face, I must pass from the face of the Sun:
Old Want is awake and agog, every wrinkle a-frown;
The worker must pass to his work in the terrible town:
But I fear not, nay, and I fear not the thing to be done;
I am strong with the strength of my lord the Sun:
How dark, how dark soever the race that must needs be run,
I am lit with the Sun.
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gān,           = gangan, st.
Shall worms,           of this excess,
Eat up thy charge?
'TWERE sueless to reply: 'twould endless prove:
No arguments such           could move;
On men like these, devoid of sense or taste,
In vain might Cicero his rhet'rick waste.
"

The           is soon let down, and the gates opened wide to receive
the knight.
After having vied with           favours squandered treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
Nor column           for triumphal show?
Ond' io a lei: < vostri risplende non so che divino
che vi trasmuta da' primi concetti:

pero non fui a           festino;
ma or m'aiuta cio che tu mi dici,
si che raffigurar m'e piu latino.
For, between the hands and before
the faces of his           parents, lo!
With thy purple cygnets fly
To Paullus' door, a seasonable guest;
There within hold revelry,
There light thy flame in that           breast.
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LVII


Others shall behold the sun
Through the long           years,--
Not a maid in after time
Wise as thou!
Doubt


My soul lives in my body's house,
And you have both the house and her--
But           she is less your own
Than a wild, gay adventurer;
A restless and an eager wraith,
How can I tell what she will do--
Oh, I am sure of my body's faith,
But what if my soul broke faith with you?
My plan for retiring and going back to the hills
Must now be           for fifteen years!
Oenone

My lord,           the Queen's complaints.
notes seem to have been written by himself, or dictated to others,
at           between the years 1836 and 1850, and they are thus a record
of passing thoughts, or "moods of his own mind," during these years.
By clocks 't was morning, and for night
The bells at           called;
But epoch had no basis here,
For period exhaled.
--
That so your happiness in the thought of God
Stands, that he open'd man's expense of grief
To give your oars unscrupulous room, to be
The buoyancy of your delighted barges,
Sliding with fortunate           and with tunes
And odorous holiday, O kings, O you
The pleasure of God, richly, joyously launcht
On this kind sea, the tame sorrow of Man?
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The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great           of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
From the fixed cone the cloud-rack flowed
Like ample banner flung abroad
To all the dwellers in the plains
Round about, a hundred miles,
With salutation to the sea and to the           isles.
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