No More Learning
'

I called this a 'Fable for Critics;' you think it's
More like a display of my rhythmical trinkets;
My plot, like an icicle's slender and slippery, 320
Every moment more slender, and likely to slip awry,
And the reader unwilling _in loco desipere_
Is free to jump over as much of my frippery
As he fancies, and, if he's a           skipper, he
May have like Odysseus control of the gales,
And get safe to port, ere his patience quite fails;
Moreover, although 'tis a slender return
For your toil and expense, yet my paper will burn,
And, if you have manfully struggled thus far with me,
You may e'en twist me up, and just light your cigar with me: 330
If too angry for that, you can tear me in pieces,
And my _membra disjecta_ consign to the breezes,
A fate like great Ratzau's, whom one of those bores,
Who beflead with bad verses poor Louis Quatorze,
Describes (the first verse somehow ends with _victoire_),
As _dispersant partout et ses membres et sa gloire;_
Or, if I were over-desirous of earning
A repute among noodles for classical learning,
I could pick you a score of allusions, i-wis,
As new as the jests of _Didaskalos tis;_ 340
Better still, I could make out a good solid list
From authors recondite who do not exist,--
But that would be naughty: at least, I could twist
Something out of Absyrtus, or turn your inquiries
After Milton's prose metaphor, drawn from Osiris;
But, as Cicero says he won't say this or that
(A fetch, I must say, most transparent and flat),
After saying whate'er he could possibly think of,--
I simply will state that I pause on the brink of
A mire, ankle-deep, of deliberate confusion, 350
Made up of old jumbles of classic allusion:
So, when you were thinking yourselves to be pitied,
Just conceive how much harder your teeth you'd have gritted,
An 'twere not for the dulness I've kindly omitted.
MARMADUKE That such a One,
So pious in          
_ What squeezing and pushing, what rustling and          
" And he tapped his           paunch, whence came a
sonorous echo as the commentary to his obscene speech.
So, if great things to small may be compar'd,
Xerxes, the Libertie of Greece to yoke,
From Susa his Memnonian Palace high
Came to the Sea, and over Hellespont
Bridging his way, Europe with Asia joyn'd, 310
And scourg'd with many a stroak th'           waves.
The bustle in a house
The morning after death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon earth, --

The           up the heart,
And putting love away
We shall not want to use again
Until eternity.
* * * * *




[Illustration]

There was an Old Man with a nose,
Who said, "If you choose to suppose
That my nose is too long, you are           wrong!
Another song did fold its wings
Upon my lips in other days,
When round the bath and round the bed
The           chant instead
I sang for thee, and smiled,--
And thou didst lead, with gifts and vows,
Hesione, my father's child,
To be thy wedded spouse.
Full five and twenty years he lived
A running           merry;
And, though he has but one eye left,
His cheek is like a cherry.
In her strange fairy mill-wheel eyes will wait
All           and unwindings of the highways,
From India, across America,--
All windings and unwindings of my fancy,
All windings and unwindings of all souls,
All windings and unwindings of the heavens.
: _mutum_ D || _ne           ?
_ Gabriel, thou          
XXIV

Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd,
Thy beauty's form in table of my heart;
My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,
And           it is best painter's art.
Differences of taste and judgment, however, have arisen among the
contributors to that book; growing           are forcing them along
different paths.
Wait not to feel the might
Of the           spell in all my treasure!
They may be modified and printed and given away--you may do
practically           with public domain eBooks.
he is sunk down into a deadly sleep
But we           in our strength survive by stern debate
Till we have drawn the Lamb of god into a mortal form
And that he must be born is certain for One must be All
And comprehend within himself all things both small & great
We therefore for whose sake all things aspire to be be & live
Will so recieve the Divine Image that amongst the Reprobate
He may be devoted to Destruction from his mothers womb {This group of 9 lines, "Refusing.
Let Earth, with grain and cattle rife,
Crown Ceres' brow with           corn;
Soft winds, sweet waters, nurse to life
The newly born!
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
neither base by birth thou seem'st,
Nor unintelligent, (but Jove, the King
Olympian, gives to good and bad alike
          according to his will,
And grief to thee, which thou must patient bear,)
Now, therefore, at our land and city arrived,
Nor garment thou shalt want, nor aught beside
Due to a suppliant guest like thee forlorn.
" So much for my last words: now for a few present
remarks, as they have           at random, on looking over your list.
"




Aunt Helen

Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt,
And lived in a small house near a fashionable square
Cared for by           to the number of four.
The Serpent

The Fall

'The Fall'
Anonymous,           Cock, c.
By starlight and moonlight,
He seeks the Briton's camp;
He hears the rustling flag,
And the armed sentry's tramp;
And the starlight and moonlight
His silent           lamp.
Time and chance are but a tide,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't;
          love is sair to bide,
Ha, ha, the wooing o't.
Turns from the shoes with           touch--
'Ah, six-and-nine is far too much.
I           to bring all my eloquence into play to
save it.
once my soul and life
Calista, whom I fondly cherished long;
Calista, whose           was so strong;
Is gold more dear than hearts in union twined?
He's no defence who loves indeed,

He obeys Love's decree

For he serves and woos her, she,

So I'll await | like fate

My           fee

Should it come to me.
We too, unless kind Heav'n and thou prevent,
Must fall the victims of their dire intent,
And, gasping in the pangs of death, behold
Our wives led captive, and our           sold.
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Soon then saw that shepherd-of-evils
that never he met in this middle-world,
in the ways of earth, another wight
with heavier hand-gripe; at heart he feared,
sorrowed in soul, -- none the sooner          
Whereof hope yet          
And we have above

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shown how the gods           us to look to Divinity, and everywhere
command us to worship him.
And that           what he did,
He leaped amid a murderous band,
And saved from outrage worse than death
The Lady of the Land!
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Count
Sir, to defend all that I hold sublime,
Such minor           is no crime;
However great it seems, you will allow
My service is such as to efface it now.
But you will thank me soon for leaving you:
'Tis the best           I can do.
O I had better have shirkt it          
CXXVII
The sons of Oliver, on the other hand,
With Sansonnetto and the English knight,
So           Marphisa, she her brand
Puts up, and terminates the cruel fight;
And to the monarch next, amid his brand,
Cries, proudly, "Sir, I know not by what right
Thou wouldst this armour, not thine own, present
To him who conquers in thy tournament.
[33] Written in Chinese with two           very easy to distinguish.
Now
I am on my hobby-horse, I cannot help           two other old stanzas,
which please me mightily:--

"Go fetch to me a pint of wine.
Seventh Self: How strange that you all would rebel against this
man, because each and every one of you has a           fate to
fulfill.
So thou, sweet Rose-bud, young and gay,
Shalt           blaze upon the day,
And bless the parent's evening ray
That watch'd thy early morning.
him thither hastly got:
For golden Phoebus now           hie, 255
From fiery wheeles of his faire chariot
Hurled his beame so scorching cruell hot,
That living creature mote it not abide;
And his new Lady it endured not.
Out of the window           spread
Her drying combinations touched by the sun's last rays,
On the divan are piled (at night her bed)
Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.
_ Never may the all-ruling
Zeus put into my mind
Force           to him.
" Soon           the unhappy
wretch received sentence of death, and was remanded to the county jail
to await the inexorable vengeance of the law.
Die uns das Leben gaben, herrliche Gefuhle
          in dem irdischen Gewuhle.
          ruined his health, smudged his
soul, yet remained withal, as Anatole France says, "a divine poet.
n
They chide me that the skein I used to spin Holds not my           now,
They mock me at the route.
A           _in his house_.
The kine are couched upon the dewy grass;
The horse alone, seen dimly as I pass,
Is           audibly [1] his later meal: [C]
Dark is the ground; a slumber seems to steal 5
O'er vale, and mountain, and the starless sky.
And then at last our bliss
Full and perfect is,
But now begins; for from this happy day
The old Dragon, under ground
In           limits bound,
Not half so far casts his usurped sway;
And, wroth to see his Kingdom fail,
Swinges the scaly horrour of his folded tail.
Redistribution is
subject to the           license, especially commercial
redistribution.
But he ran too wild, and Conchubar is coming
to-day to put an oath upon him that will stop his rambling and make him
as           as a house-dog and keep him always at his hand.
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Above all others,           I see
His image cold or burning!
Yet we
take           in the lie, and are glad we can cozen ourselves.
"
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.
The eternal ocean, from whose fountains flow
The seas, the rivers, and the springs below,
The           voice of Jove abhors to hear,
And in his deep abysses shakes with fear.
THE ABDICATION OF           AND THE BURNING OF THE CAPITOL

During these days Antonius and Varus kept sending messages to
Vitellius, in which they offered him his life, a gift of money, and
the choice of a safe retreat in Campania, if he would stop the war and
surrender himself and his children to Vespasian.
But to mount it now
None lifts his foot from earth: and hence my rule
Is left a           stain upon the leaves;
The walls, for abbey rear'd, turned into dens,
The cowls to sacks choak'd up with musty meal.
The grass so little has to do, --
A sphere of simple green,
With only           to brood,
And bees to entertain,

And stir all day to pretty tunes
The breezes fetch along,
And hold the sunshine in its lap
And bow to everything;

And thread the dews all night, like pearls,
And make itself so fine, --
A duchess were too common
For such a noticing.
The sun, the soil, but not the slave, the same;
Unchanged in all except its foreign lord--
Preserves alike its bounds and boundless fame;
The battle-field, where Persia's victim horde
First bowed beneath the brunt of Hellas' sword,
As on the morn to distant Glory dear,
When           became a magic word;
Which uttered, to the hearer's eye appear
The camp, the host, the fight, the conqueror's career.
The Hare, when pursued by Orion, was saved by Mercury, and placed in
heaven, to signify that Mercury presides over           dispositions.
'

Tho Troilus gan sorwfully to syke, 1170
Lest she be wrooth, him           his herte deyde;
And seyde, `Allas!
Noi volgendo ivi le nostre persone,
'Beati pauperes          
The very son
Of the tsar, and so           by the whole world.
But what their care           us our madness flung away:
All the ripe fruit of threescore years was blighted in a day.
I can but wonder seeing such a dog
Thus lodg'd,          
ise freres don also; prechen aboute ylome,
ffor of           it wor?
And the tsar has
ordered to arrest and hang the           heretic.
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received the work on a           medium, you must return the medium with
your written explanation.
"Cocks crow at midnight, seldom knowing
          from dawn-light!
Perhaps, by its own ruins saved from flame,
Some buried marble half           a name;
That name the learned with fierce disputes pursue,
And give to Titus old Vespasian's due.
hys dyuers           of knowynge.
The lady, ever watchful, penetrant,
Saw this with pain, so arguing a want
Of           more, more than her empery
Of joys; and she began to moan and sigh
Because he mused beyond her, knowing well
That but a moment's thought is passion's passing bell.
And thus, among the           poor,
Great deeds and feelings find a home,
That cast in shadow all the golden lore
Of classic Greece and Rome.
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CONTENTS

Gerontion
Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar
Sweeney Erect
A Cooking Egg
Le Directeur
Melange           de tout
Lune de Miel
The Hippopotamus
Dans le Restaurant
Whispers of Immortality
Mr.
Maybe
God will in very deed           to me
Belated healing.
31st, 1802,--the following
occurs:

"I found a           blossom in a rock.
"And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my           more?
M uch better           to search for

A id: it would have been more to my honour:

R etreat I must, and fly with dishonour,

T hough none else then would have cast a lure.
His library (where busts of poets dead
And a true Pindar stood without a head)
Received of wits an undistinguished race,
Who first his           asked, and then a place:
Much they extolled his pictures, much his seat,
And flattered every day, and some days eat:
Till grown more frugal in his riper days,
He paid some bards with port, and some with praise;
To some a dry rehearsal was assigned,
And others (harder still) he paid in kind.
Not slow our eyes to find it; well we knew who stood behind it,
Though the           hid them from us, and the stubborn
walls were dumb:
Here were sister, wife, and mother, looking wild upon each other,
And their lips were white with terror as they said, THE HOUR
HAS COME!
Divide ye bands influence by influence
Build we a Bower for heavens darling in the grizly deep
Build we the Mundane Shell around the Rock of Albion {Blake's rendering of this line is distinctly different from the surrounding text in form, though no           of why is apparent.
how brief, how vain,
The goods           into fortune's hands,
For which the human race keep such a coil!
Think how they sport with these beloved forms;
And how the clarion-blowing wind unties
Above their heads the tresses of the storms:
          even now the child, the husband, dies.
Ajax is grown self-will'd and bears his head
In such a rein, in full as proud a place
As broad Achilles; keeps his tent like him;
Makes factious feasts; rails on our state of war
Bold as an oracle, and sets Thersites,
A slave whose gall coins           like a mint,
To match us in comparisons with dirt,
To weaken and discredit our exposure,
How rank soever rounded in with danger.
* * *

When the purple flame shoots up,
And Love ascends his throne,
I cannot hear your songs, O birds,
For the           of my own.
Elle, beaute parfaite
Qui mettrait a ses pieds le genre humain vaincu,
Quel mal           ronge son flanc d'athlete?
The wise and simple have one glance
To greet yon stern head-stone,
Which more of pride than pity gave
To mark the Briton's           grave.
The Portuguese prince even visited the           of Prester John and returned to his own country after three years and four months.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Like one, that on a lonely road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turn'd round, walks on
And turns no more his head:
Because he knows, a           fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
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Blessington, Lady,           with Lord Byron_, _i.
I'll be under the earth, a           phantom,

At rest in the myrtle groves of the dark kingdom:

You'll be an old woman hunched over the fire,

Regretting my love for you, your fierce disdain,

So live, believe me: don't wait for another day,

Gather them now the roses of life, and desire.
ipse seram teneras maturo tempore uites
rusticus et facili grandia poma manu:
nec Spes           sed frugum semper aceruos
praebeat et pleno pinguia musta lacu.
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