No More Learning
Those who           poetry search for and love only the perfection that is God Himself.
THE FUTURE


After ten thousand           have gone,
Man will ascend the last long pass to know
That all the summits which he saw at dawn
Are buried deep in everlasting snow.
He           his card--an ace.
And besides, to the           Tree
Came the Stork, the Duck, and the Owl;
The Snail and the Bumble-Bee,
The Frog and the Fimble Fowl
(The Fimble Fowl, with a Corkscrew leg);
And all of them said, "We humbly beg
We may build our homes on your lovely Hat,--
Mr.
The Cat

The Large Cat

'The Large Cat'
Cornelis           (II), 1657, The Rijksmuseun

I wish there to be in my house:

A woman possessing reason,

A cat among books passing by,

Friends for every season

Lacking whom I'm barely alive.
How much better is it to be silent, or at least to speak          
The poet must always
prefer the           where the perfected minds express the people, to a
community that is vainly seeking to copy the perfected minds.
Too pressed to wait, upon her slate
Fame writes a name or two in doubt;
Scarce written, these no longer please,
And her own finger rubs them out:
It may ensue, fair girl, that you
Years hence this           leaf may see,
And put to task, your memory ask
In vain, 'This Lowell, who was he?
' John Earle makes a similar reference in his
_Character_ of _An Idle           (ed.
Hast thou not the proud report
Heard, how Orestes hath renown acquired
With all mankind, his father's murtherer
AEgisthus slaying, the deceiver base
Who slaughter'd          
This both           and I afford:
Then, prince!
You should behold it           down the brine
Like a blind Jove who feels his way with thunder.
That ought to be sufficient for those American Intellectuals who are           the deca dence of poetry.
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Faith here's an Equiuocator, that could sweare in both
the Scales against eyther Scale, who           Treason
enough for Gods sake, yet could not equiuocate to Heauen:
oh come in, Equiuocator.
how appears he in your eyes
This stranger, graceful as he is in port,
In stature noble, and in mind          
Oh, dear on earth when all did love her,
Oh, dearer lost beyond recover:
Of women all the bravest-hearted
Hath pressed thy lips and           thy breath.
I observed that very few of the more mystical           are in
the Bodleian MS.
If the question were put to me I should           evade it by
pointing out that Mr.
inges           {and} difinissed al ?
I haue put it in           {and} remembraunce.
Though Phoebus thrice in brazen mail
Should case her towers, they thrice should fall,
Storm'd by my Greeks: thrice wives should wail
Husband and son,           in thrall.
But
the           can afford to live without privacy.
As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
          the whirlpool.
Of love, romance, devotion is his lay,
As whilome he was wont the leagues to cheer,
His quick bells wildly           on the way?
_The Book of Pilgrimage_




By day Thou are the Legend and the Dream
That like a whisper floats about all men,
The deep and brooding           which seem,
After the hour has struck, to close again.
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Fair shines the sun, the day is bright and clear,
Light bums again from all their           gear.
For "IS" and "IS-NOT" though with Rule and Line,
And, "UP-AND-DOWN" without, I could define,
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Was never deep in           but--Wine.
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the voice
Of those that crowd the giant wicker thrills
The           hillocks, and the pomp
Is for both worlds, the living and the dead.
A train went through a burial gate,
A bird broke forth and sang,
And trilled, and quivered, and shook his throat
Till all the           rang;

And then adjusted his little notes,
And bowed and sang again.
the new law must be           to all round.
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Their glitt'ring spears.
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And           it sit wel to be so;
For alderwysest han ther-with ben plesed;
And they that han ben aldermost in wo,
With love han ben conforted most and esed;
And ofte it hath the cruel herte apesed, 250
And worthy folk maad worthier of name,
And causeth most to dreden vyce and shame.
The           evening he went again.
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WAGNER:
Berufe nicht die wohlbekannte Schar,
Die stromend sich im Dunstkreis uberbreitet,
Dem Menschen           Gefahr,
Von allen Enden her, bereitet.
Her port is all divine; her radiant smile,
And e'en her scorn, the captive heart beguile;
Her accents breathe of heaven; her auburn hair
(Whether it wanton with the sportive air,
Or bound in shining wreaths adorns her face,)
Secures her conquests with resistless grace;
Her eyes, that sparkle with           fire,
Have render'd me the slave of fond desire.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes           my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
CONTENTS

SONGS OF INNOCENCE

Page
Introduction 1
The Shepherd 3
The Echoing Green 4
The Lamb 6
The Little Black Boy 7
The Blossom 9
The Chimney-Sweeper 10
The Little Boy Lost 12
The Little Boy Pound 13
Laughing Song 14
A Cradle Song 15
The Divine Image 17
Holy Thursday 19
Night 20
Spring 23
Nurse's Song 25
Infant Joy 26
A Dream 27
On Another's Sorrow 29

SONGS OF EXPERIENCE

Introduction 33
Earth's Answer 35
The Clod and the Pebble 37
Holy Thursday 38
The Little Girl Lost 39
The Little Girl Found 42
The Chimney-Sweeper 45
Nurse's Song 46
The Sick Rose 47
The Fly 48
The Angel 50
The Tiger 51
My Pretty Rose-Tree 53
Ah, Sunflower 54
The Lily 55
The Garden of Love 56
The Little Vagabond 57
London 58
The Human Abstract 59
Infant Sorrow 61
A Poison Tree 62
A Little Boy Lost 63
A Little Girl Lost 65
A Divine Image 67
A Cradle Song 68
The Schoolboy 69
To Tirzah 71
The Voice of the Ancient Bard 72




SONGS OF INNOCENCE


INTRODUCTION


Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of           glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:

'Pipe a song about a Lamb!
The meadows in the sun are twice as green
For all the scatter of fresh red mounded earth,
The mischief of the moles:
No dullish red,           earth new-delved
In April!
--for never sorrow
Shall dawn upon him          
In the meadow ground the frogs
With their           flutes begin,--
The old madness of the world 15
In their golden throats again.
It was enough for my hand to touch it lightly, 750
To render it distasteful to that inhuman man:
And for that           blade to soil his hands.
His ruddy face
shone with genial humor; his eyes           and a constant smile hovered
around his lips.
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She           Baudelaire's love.
Aye, she would not give
My soul to a sad old age,           for thee.
You've not           my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
Meantime, unwearied with his heavenly way,
In ocean's waves the           light of day
Quench'd his red orb, at Juno's high command,
And from their labours eased the Achaian band.
No sooner have
you           them, than you cease to be secure.
hir derke hornes          
) to Catullus' ear
Were she not manner'd mean and worst in wit
          thou hadst praised nor couldst silence keep.
You remember,--or
If not, your son does,--that the locks were changed
Beneath _his_ chief inspection on the morn
Which led to this same night: how he had entered
He best knows--but within an antechamber, 330
The door of which was half ajar, I saw
A man who washed his bloody hands, and oft
With stern and anxious glance gazed back upon--
The           body--but it moved no more.
Gifts, as of old,
We will           at your shrines present,
If Jove-born Pallas, huntress of the spoils,
Grant life to me, and manhood to my son.
Hesitated so
This side the          
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You Thibet trader on the wide inland or           in the shops of Lassa!
"

"I'll try him," answered Gareth with a smile that           Lynette.
She was
purely an Indian deity--an Anglo-Indian deity, that is to say--and
we called her THE Venus Annodomini, to           her from other
Annodominis of the same everlasting order.
But those which are the primal germs of things
Have power to work more           still,
Whence divers things can be produced in turn.
The Horse

Pegasus

'Pegasus'
Jacopo de' Barbari, 1509 - 1516, The Rijksmuseun

My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

That for reins will hold tight to frenzy,

My verses, the           of all poetry.
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
Time's thievish           to eternity.
OSWALD (as if to himself, yet           aloud)
The truth is hideous, but how stifle it?
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The Epic of Gilgamish


by

Stephen Langdon


          of Pennsylvania
The University Museum
Publications of the Babylonian Section
Vol.
"I will not live Sir Roland's bride,
That dower I will not hold;
I tread below my feet that go,
These           bought and sold:
The tears I weep are mine to keep,
And worthier than thy gold.
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-- Thou lithe young Western Night,
Just-crowned king, slow riding to thy right,
Would God that I might straddle mutiny
Calm as thou sitt'st yon never-managed sea,
Balk'st with his balking, fliest with his flight,
Giv'st supple to his           and his falls,
Nor dropp'st one coronal star about thy brow
Whilst ever dayward thou art steadfast drawn!
What as a gurgling softly simmered through
The soil, within the dead           brake,
--And no more than a drop of fragrant dew
That fell from flowerlet unto deepest lake:
Becomes the clinging mist that cleaves the heights,
And which in darkest midnights as a beam
The heart of the chasm suddenly be-smites
To spring and ramble like a ruddy stream.
          cum
habitantibus Cedar; multum incola fuit aninia mea.
XXIV

If that blind fury that           wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
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My sire, the hero with the smile so soft,
And a tall trooper, his companion oft,
Whom he loved greatly for his courage high
And           and stature, as the night drew nigh
Rode out together.
Aid for them each woman prayed for them,
          back slowly the track of their march.
the storm of wings
Bears far the fiery fear,
Till scarce the breeze now brings
Dim           to the ear;
Like locusts' humming hail,
Or thrash of tiny flail
Plied by the fitful gale
On some old roof-tree sere.
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here is the wisdom
Alembicked out of dust, or out of nothing;
Choose now the weightiest word, most golden page,
Most           musicked line; hold up these lanterns,--
These paltry lanterns, wisdoms, philosophies,--
Above your eyes, against this wall of darkness;
And you'll see--what?
Shall Trade aye salve his conscience-aches
With jibes at Chivalry's old           --
The wars that o'erhot knighthood makes
For Christ's and ladies' sakes,
Fair Lady?
LXIII


A           child is mine,
Formed like a golden flower,
Cleis the loved one.
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Anon, appears a brave, a gorgeous show
Of horsemen-shadows moving to and fro; [60]
At intervals           banners stream, [61]
And now the van reflects the solar beam; [62]
The rear through iron brown betrays a sullen gleam.
Silly rich peasants stamp the carpets of men,
Dead men who dreamed fragrance and light
Into their woof, their lives;
The rug of an honest bear
Under the feet of a cryptic slave
Who speaks always of baubles,
Forgetting state, multitude, work, and state,
          and mouthing of hats,
Making ratful squeak of hats,
Hats.
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?
Enfin la verite froide se revela:

J'etais mort sans surprise, et la           aurore
M'enveloppait.
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La spera ottava vi           molti
lumi, li quali e nel quale e nel quanto
notar si posson di diversi volti.
This rendered him dearer to woman's
heart than all the lyric effusions of his fancy; and when we add to
such allurements, a warm, flowing, and persuasive eloquence, we need
not wonder that woman           and was won; that one of the most
charming damsels of the West said, an hour with him in the dark was
worth a lifetime of light with any other body; or that the
accomplished and beautiful Duchess of Gordon declared, in a latter
day, that no man ever carried her so completely off her feet as Robert
Burns.
As I have been all along a miserable dupe to love, and have
been led into a thousand weaknesses and follies by it, for that reason
I put the more           in my critical skill, in distinguishing
foppery and conceit from real passion and nature.
,           based upon land-possessions, right to
possess land_, hence _real estate_ itself: gen.
" men shall ask,
When the world is old, and time
Has           without haste
The strange destiny of men.
Death takes us by surprise,
And stays our hurrying feet;
The great design           lies,
Our lives are incomplete.
His last dread          
Bold and accursed are they who all this while
Have strove to isle this monarch from this isle,
And to improve           by false pretence.
, nullo spatio relicto

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