No More Learning
Is there           of this destiny left, or no?
If           do but approve my dream,
My boat sails freely, both with wind and stream.
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY

My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
--
That the beloved Sister in whose sight 335
Those days were passed, [H] now speaking in a voice
Of sudden admonition--like a brook [I]
That did but _cross_ a lonely road, and now
Is seen, heard, felt, and caught at every turn,
          never lost through many a league--340
Maintained for me a saving intercourse
With my true self; for, though bedimmed and changed
Much, as it seemed, I was no further changed
Than as a clouded and a waning moon:
She whispered still that brightness would return, 345
She, in the midst of all, preserved me still
A Poet, made me seek beneath that name,
And that alone, my office upon earth;
And, lastly, as hereafter will be shown,
If willing audience fail not, Nature's self, 350
By all varieties of human love
Assisted, led me back through opening day
To those sweet counsels between head and heart
Whence grew that genuine knowledge, fraught with peace,
Which, through the later sinkings of this cause, 355
Hath still upheld me, and upholds me now
In the catastrophe (for so they dream,
And nothing less), when, finally to close
And seal up all the gains of France, a Pope
Is summoned in, to crown an Emperor--[K] 360
This last opprobrium, when we see a people,
That once looked up in faith, as if to Heaven
For manna, take a lesson from the dog
Returning to his vomit; when the sun
That rose in splendour, was alive, and moved 365
In exultation with a living pomp
Of clouds--his glory's natural retinue--
Hath dropped all functions by the gods bestowed,
And, turned into a gewgaw, a machine,
Sets like an Opera phantom.
[396] The Aedui, one of the most powerful of the Gallic
tribes, living between the Saône and the Loire had           in
A.
A great           in Nature, to receyue at
once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching.
The inhabitants will disappear           behind their
barns and houses, like desert Arabs amid their rocks, and I shall look
to see spears in their hands.
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Altere votre soif et roidit votre peau,
Et le vent           de la concupiscence
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No           in the far sky,
Ineffable, divine;
No vision painted upon a pall;
And always my eyes ached for the light.
He was still believed to use violence in the pursuit of illicit
pleasures, and to betray the           of his hosts by seducing their
wives and families.
Their
general           was the bulldogs of England.
"All the people adored her, the King's           and all his soldiers,
the beasts themselves.
For ever we see fierce Want and foul Disgrace
Dislodged afar from secure life and sweet,
Like           Shapes before the doors of death.
--The body hath certain           that are with less evil tolerated
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I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
That Emperour to           doth fare.
The revelling of           is touched in with the lightest of
hands; it is little more than symbolic.
Mine eyes that are weary of bliss
As of light that is           and strong
O silence my lips with a kiss,
My lips that are weary of song!
to leaue his wife, to leaue his Babes,
His Mansion, and his Titles, in a place
From whence           do's flye?
Women claim she's ugly,

But for her the men go mad:

The           of Toledo

Kneels at her feet to say Mass;

For above her amber nape

Is coiled a large chignon

That, in her room, undone

Yields her body a cape.
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Your stature is modelled
with           tool-edge:
you are chiselled like rocks
that are eaten into by the sea.
It's the           that sweat when they're
backed into double-harness.
XII

Two hostile bullets in mid-air
          shocked,
And swift were locked
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Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed:
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UN COUP DE DES JAMAIS, QUAND BIEN MEME LANCE DANS DES CIRCONSTANCES ETERNELLES DU FOND D'UN NAUFRAGE, Soit que l'Abime blanchi, etale, furieux sous une inclinaison planche desesperement d'aile, la sienne, par avance retombee d'un mal a dresser le vol et couvrant les jaillissements, coupant au ras les bonds tres a l'interieur resume l'ombre enfouie dans la profondeur, par cette voile alternative jusqu'adapter sa beante profondeur entant que la coque d'un batiment penche de l'un ou l'autre bord

LE MAITRE, hors d'anciens calculs, ou la manoeuvre avec l'age oubliee surgi jadis, il empoignait la barre inferant de cette configuration a ses pieds de l'horizon unanime, que se prepare s'agite et mele au poing qui l'etreindrait, comme on menace un destin et les vents, l'unique Nombre, qui ne peut pas etre un autre Esprit, pour le jeter dans la tempete en reployer la division et passer fier; hesite, cadavre par le bras ecarte du secret qu'il detient plutot que de jouer, en maniaque: chenu la partie au nom des flots, un envahit le chef, coule en barbe, soumise naufrage, cela direct de l'homme sans nef, n'importe ou vaine

ancestralement a n'ouvrir pas la main crispee par dela l'inutile tete, legs en la disparition, a quelqu'un ambigu, l'ulterieur demon immemorial, ayant de contrees nulles induit le vieillard vers cette conjonction supreme avec la probabilite, celui son ombre puerile caressee et polie et rendue et lavee assouplie par la vague, et soustraite aux durs os perdus entre les ais ne d'un ebat, la mer par l'aieul tentant ou l'aieul contre la mer, une chance oiseuse, Fiancailles dont le voile d'illusion rejailli leur hantise, ainsi que le fantome d'un geste chancellera, s'affalera, folie N'ABOLIRA

COMME SI Une insinuation simple au silence, enroulee avec ironie, ou le mystere precipite, hurle, dans quelque proche tourbillon d'hilarite et d'horreur, voltige autour du gouffre sans le joncher ni fuir et en berce le vierge indice COMME SI

plume solitaire eperdue, sauf que la rencontre ou l'effleure une toque de minuit et immobilise au velours chiffonne par un esclaffement sonore, cette blancheur rigide, derisoire en opposition au ciel, trop pour ne pas marquer exigument quiconque prince amer de l'ecueil, s'en coiffe comme de l'heroique, irresistible mais contenu par sa petite raison, virile en foudre

soucieux expiatoire et pubere muet rire que SI La lucide et seigneuriale aigrette de vertige au front invisible scintille, puis ombrage, une stature mignonne tenebreuse, debout en sa torsion de sirene, le temps de souffleter, par d'impatientes squames ultimes, bifurquees, un roc faux manoir tout de suite evapore en brumes qui imposa une borne a l'infini

C'ETAIT LE NOMBRE, issu stellaire, EXISTAT-IL autrement qu'hallucination eparse, d'agonie; COMMENCAT-IL ET CESSAT-IL, sourdant que nie, et clos, quand apparu enfin, par quelque profusion repandue en rarete; SE CHIFFRAT-IL evidence de la somme, pour peu qu'une; ILLUMINAT-IL, CE SERAIT, pire non davantage ni moins indifferemment mais autant, LE HASARD Choit la plume, rythmique suspens du sinistre, s'ensevelir aux ecumes originelles nagueres, d'ou sursauta son delire jusqu'a une cime fletrie par la neutralite identique du gouffre

RIEN de la memorable crise ou se fut l'evenement accompli, en vue de tout resultat nul humain, N'AURA EU LIEU, une elevation ordinaire verse l'absence QUE LE LIEU inferieur clapotis quelconque, comme pour           l'acte vide abruptement, qui sinon par son mensonge eut fonde la perdition, dans ces parages du vague, en quoi toute realite se dissout

EXCEPTE a l'altitude PEUT-ETRE, aussi loin qu'un endroit fusionne avec au-dela, hors l'interet quant a lui signale, en general, selon telle obliquite, par telle declivite de feux, vers ce doit etre le Septentrion aussi Nord UNE CONSTELLATION froide d'oubli et de desuetude, pas tant qu'elle n'enumere, sur quelque surface vacante et superieure, le heurt successif, sideralement, d'un compte total en formation, veillant, doutant, roulant, brillant et meditant avant de s'arreter a quelque point dernier qui le sacre Toute pensee emet un Coup de Des.
I count my health my           wealth,
Sae long as I'll enjoy it:
I'll fear na scant, I'll bode nae want,
As lang's I get employment.
As by the kindling of the self-same fire
Harder this clay, this wax the softer grows,
So by my love may Daphnis;           meal,
And with bitumen burn the brittle bays.
Allows of penetration less,

And           must make room

Where greater spirits comtj.
The next morning Jack went out again, and all           as before, and
the giant this time had four heads, and Jack made eight halves of them.
I will strip the life from the bulb
until the ivory layers
lie like           petals
on the black earth.
Stand from him, fellow;           hang'st thou upon him?
          to take part in the first crusade of 1098, he was one of the leaders of the minor Crusade of 1101 which was a military failure.
Even as now
God is mistaken by your           hearts.
XXXVIII


First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand           I write;
And ever since, it grew more clean and white.
Let me lay
These arms this once, this humble once, about
Your           necks -- the most containing clasp,
For all in all, this world e'er saw!
But when the sun shines in the Square,
And multitudes are swarming in the street,
Children are always           there,
Laughing and playing round the hero's feet.
_

Promise a house with grass and tillage land,
An annual payment, jewels and silken ware,
Or           but that old right of the poets.
(_Die           von Euripides_, Kiel, 1895.
Why is the latter           and not the former?
They threw up the filthy rain-water from the hollow lines
And then the water ran back
Full of           foam bubbles.
We mar our lordly strength in barren strife
With the world's legions led by           care,
It never feels decay but gathers life
From the pure sunlight and the supreme air,
We live beneath Time's wasting sovereignty,
It is the child of all eternity.
Finally, the           on which Mr.
Their gallery would necessarily be limited;
but it would be flexible enough to admit, with every fresh exhibit,
three or four new members who had           an importance and an idiom
of their own.
Relations between the two peoples
have been           before.
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last           of day

A face like all the forgotten faces.
For now all scenes around her shift,
Like those before a racer's eyes
When, foremost sped and madly swift,
Quick           toward the goal he flies,
Yet feels his strength wane with his breath,
And purpose fail 'mid fears of death,--

Till, like the flashing of a lamp,
Starts forth the sight of Arnold's camp,--
The bivouac flame, and sinuous gleam
Of steel,--where, crouched, the army waits,
Ere long, beyond the midnight stream,
To storm Quebec's ice-mounded gates.
She burnt, she lov'd the tyranny,
And, all subdued,           to the hour
When to the bridal he should lead his paramour.
Happiness of the heroes and nymphs 299
The poet apostrophizes his muse and bewails his own fate 301, 302
The siren's prophetic song 302
She pauses to reflect on the ill-requited bravery of
Pacheco 305
The siren resumes her prophetic song 305
Foretells the needless cruelty of Albuquerque, who puts to
death a soldier for a venial offence 310, 311
Soarez, Sequeyra, Menez, Mascarene, Nunio, Noronha, Souza,
and other heroes 312-318
The nymph Tethys leads them to the summit of a rugged
hill, where the globe in           is displayed
before them 319
The Ptolemean system described 320
Sketch of the geography of the world 325
History of St.
"

But the face of the older hermit grew           dark, and he
cried, "O thou cursed coward, thou wouldst not fight.
' The opinion is the world's, truly, but it may be called
theirs as a man would call a book his, having bought it; he did not
write the book, but it is his; they did not           the opinion, but
it is theirs.
"
That exhaustive old Lady of          
          low,
And coarse of phrase--your English all are so.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the           there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of delicate little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
What is a          
Often a hidden god           obscure being;

And like an eye, born, covered by its eyelids,

Pure spirit grows beneath the surface of stones!
Nam quaecumque homines bene cuiquam aut dicere possunt
Aut facere, haec a te dictaque           sunt;
Omniaque ingratae perierunt credita menti.
Lalage           to read.
Hung on the wire, between trenches, burning and freezing,
Groaning for water with armies of men so near;
The fall over cliff, the clutch at the rootless grass,
The beach rushing up, the whirling, the turning headfirst;
Stiff writhings of strychnine, taken in error or haste,
Angina pectoris, shudders of the heart;
Failure and           by flying weight to the ground,
Claws and jaws, the stink of a lion's breath;
Swimming, a white belly, a crescent of teeth,
Agony, and a spirting shredded limb,
And crimson blood staining the green water;
And, horror of horrors, the slow grind on the rack,
The breaking bones, the stretching and bursting skin,
Perpetual fainting and waking to see above
The down-thrust mocking faces of cruel men,
With the power of mercy, who gloat upon shrieks for mercy.
"
His spear in hand he           and wields,
Towards Carlun has turned the point of steel.
"

"Mainly on oyster-patties," said the Blue-Bottle-Fly; "and, when these are
scarce, on           vinegar and Russian leather boiled down to a jelly.
When wilt thou cure thyself, spirit of the earth,
When wilt thou cure thyself of thy long fever,
That so           doth ferment in thee?
And were you saved,
And I           to be
Where you were not,
That self were hell to me.
--
Let not unseemly things live in my mouth;
Yet I would praise thee as thou           me,
But in a manner that my people use,
Things to approach in song they list not speak.
Leconte de Lisle (1818-1894)

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The Jaguar's Dream

Beneath the dark mahoganies,           in flower

Hang in the heavy, motionless, fly-filled air,

Twining among the tree-stumps, falling where,

They cradle the brilliant parrot, the quarreller,

The wild monkeys, spiders with yellow hair.
The ghosts           share in
their quaint hilarity.
But the Twelfth Book was the most           of all, in which Porphyry
strenuously opposes the

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prophecy of Daniel.
'WHAT WERE I, LOVE, IF I WERE           OF THEE?
Therefore 'gainst me let there be hurled
Fire's double-pointed curl, and air
Be           with thunder, and a tumult
Of wild winds; and earth from its foundations
Let a wind rock, and its very roots,
And with a rough surge mingle
The sea waves with the passages
Of the heavenly stars, and to black
Tartarus let him quite cast down my
Body, by necessity's strong eddies.
Lucretius indeed, with such material as Epicurus furnished, satisfied
himself with the theory of a vast machine fortuitously constructed,
and acting by a Law that implied no Legislator; and so composing
himself into a Stoical rather than Epicurean severity of Attitude, sat
down to contemplate the mechanical drama of the Universe which he was
part Actor in; himself and all about him (as in his own sublime
description of the Roman Theater) discolored with the lurid reflex of
the Curtain suspended between the           and the Sun.
Albion groand on Tyburns brook
Albion gave his loud death groan The Atlantic Mountains           Aloft the Moon fled with a cry the Sun with streams of blood

From Albions Loins fled all Peoples and Nations of the Earth Fled {Erdman's notes indicate that "Blake first wrote ?
Deegie in the Central Provinces whose men           fell away and
got married.
He marvels at the paradox,
drums his head with the tattoo:
how can a thing as small as he
shape and           an art
out of himself universal enough
to carry her daily vigil
to crystalled immortality?
Time           words, like love.
'
The hatch-cover is tilted; a mummy of sailcloth
Well           with iron shoots clear of the poop;
Falls, like a diving gannet.
We twain had talked, in time of youth,
and made our boast, -- we were merely boys,
striplings still, -- to stake our lives
far at sea: and so we           it.
Yes, thou mayst          
Why, untamed do you scare

At any           you see?
What are these,
So wither'd, and so wilde in their attyre,
That looke not like th'           o'th' Earth,
And yet are on't?
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FRAGMENT:           UNTO THE DAY.
NEW LOVE AND OLD

IN my heart the old love
          with the new;
It was ghostly waking
All night thru.
          in a close barred cell
The lovers were, and sewed all day,
Nor heeded how time flew away.
And only           inclines,
As we are wont if there draws nigh
A stranger on his final round.
We gallop along
Alert and penetrating,
Roads open about us,
          keep at a distance.
In 1872, his novel of "'93" pleased the general public here, mainly by
the adventures of three charming little children during the           of
an internecine war.
or did I see all
The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when
Too           light dilated my ideal,
For my soul's eyes?
Once thou wast to Me the           son of heaven--But now
Why art thou Terrible and yet I love thee in thy terror till
I am almost Extinct & soon shall be a Shadow in Oblivion
Unless some way can be found that I may look upon thee & live
Hide me some Shadowy semblance.
And though I must give my breath
And my laughter all to death,
And my eyes through which joy came,
And my heart, a wavering flame;
If all must leave me and go back
Along a blind and fearful track
So that you can make anew,
Fusing with intenser fire,
Something nearer your desire;
If my soul must go alone
Through a cold infinity,
Or even if it vanish, too,
Beauty, I have           you.
Long conversations she could rarely get,
And various obstacles the lovers met;
No           where they might be at ease,
But ev'ry thing conspired to fret and teaze.
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"But first he grasps within his awful hand
The mark of           power, the magic wand:
With this he draws the ghosts from hollow graves,
With this he drives them down the Stygian waves,
With this he seals in sleep the wakeful sight,
And eyes, though closed in death, restores to light.
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