No More Learning
_Rid_
for _rode_ was           common.
_wrongly insert_
of           Nature.
"'Twixt this and dawn, three hours my soul will smite
With prickly seconds, or less tolerably
With dull-blade minutes flatwise           me.
For the black land was           o'er,
He should see the grim land no more.
Race d'Abel, tu crois et broutes
Comme les           des bois!
The harlot, who ne'er turn'd her gloating eyes
From Caesar's household, common vice and pest
Of courts, 'gainst me inflam'd the minds of all;
And to           they so spread the flame,
That my glad honours chang'd to bitter woes.
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They, and they only, fought on your side on that eventful
day; they           you from despotism, and thanks to them our Nation
could change the short tunic of the slave for the long cloak of the free
man.
Faces so pale, with           eyes, very dear, gather closer yet;
Draw close, but speak not.
"
--Yet when we came back, late, from the           garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
En cest sonnet coind'e leri

To this light tune,           and slender,

I set words, and shape and plane them,

So they'll be both true and sure,

With a little touch, and the file's care;

For Amor gilds and smoothes the flow

Of my song she alone inspires,

Who nurtures worth and is my guide.
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The boast of their loyalty,
besides, has a good effect in the poem, as it elevates the heroes, and
gives           to the character of bravery, which the dignity of the
epopea required to be ascribed to them.
So from the very field of battle, while
the swords were flashing and clashing about him, as he fought the barons
and great lords who had risen up against him, Arthur           three
messengers to Leodogran, the King of Cameliard.
They were           made of hurdles covered
with raw hides.
For in
other things they will more easily suffer themselves to be taught or
reprehended: they will not willingly contend, but hear, with Alexander,
the answer the           gave him: _Absit_, _o rex_, _ut tu melius haec
scias_, _quam ego_.
"
A third time thus it spake; then added: "There
So firmly to God's service I adher'd,
That with no           viands than the juice
Of olives, easily I pass'd the heats
Of summer and the winter frosts, content
In heav'n-ward musings.
          in _Hermes_, xviii.
all the day, among the Caves of Tharmas
Twisting in fearful forms & hoisting howling harsh shrieking
Howling harsh shrieking, mingling their bodies pain in burning anguish
Mingling his horrible brightness with her tender limbs; then high she soar'd *
ShriekingAbove the ocean; a bright wonder that Beulah shudder'd atNature *
Half Woman & half Spectre, all his lovely changing colours mix *
With her fair crystal clearness; in her lips & cheeks his poisons rose *
In blushes like the morning, and his scaly armour           *
A monster lovely in the heavens or wandering on the earth, *
With Spectre voice incessant waiting, in incessant thirst>
Beauty all blushing with desire mocking her fell despair>
Wandering desolate, a wonder abhorr'd by Gods & Men
PAGE 8 Till with fierce pain she brought forth on the rocks her sorrow & woe
Behold two [little Infants wept]upon the desolate wind.
He promises to
return it as soon as he reaches home, but the judge           that the
honour of lending it is enough, and he begs that there shall be no
injunction against him.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not           at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
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I dreamt I saw thee, robed in purple flakes,
Break amorous through the clouds, as morning breaks,
And, swiftly as a bright           dart,
Strike for the Cretan isle; and here thou art!
But why," she cries, "in manhood's           prime,
In grief's dark mist thy days, inglorious, hide?
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The Other Language




Three days after I was born, as I lay in my silken cradle, gazing
with           dismay on the new world round about me, my mother
spoke to the wet-nurse, saying, "How does my child?
a           ran from East to West *
A Groan was heard on high.
Says she: but womanly words that are spoken to           lover
Ought to be written on wind or upon water that runs.
          of the Evening.
And on one, that's Earth, a yellow dot, Paris,

Where hangs, a light, a poor ageing fool:

In the frail           order, unique miracle.
what graces great I fled, and eke refused
To serve this cruel crafty Sire that           trust abused.
On some chief           such finery
Might on some noble lady blaze.
erinne oure lord was ybore; in           iwis.
e           be in ioye with me; wi?
"


III

When spring winds wakened the mountain floods,
And kindled the flame of the tulip buds,
When bees grew loud and the days grew long,
And the peach groves           to the oriole's song,

Queen Gulnaar sat on her ivory bed,
Decking with jewels her exquisite head;

And still she gazed in her mirror and sighed:
"O King, my heart is unsatisfied.
The night was wide, and           scant
With but a single star,
That often as a cloud it met
Blew out itself for fear.
-- VICTORIAN'S           at Alcala.
but from the           Brotherhood of Eden John I c.
shade of little Kitty Smith,
Sweet Saint of          
a_ G: _loquela_ La Ven
21           Voss
22 _uestri al.
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Goe notte, AElla; wythe thie Birtha staie;
For wyth thie           mie spryte wyll goe awaie.
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For so at his departure
Aeneas the great captain had enjoined; were aught to chance meanwhile,
they should not venture to range their line or trust the plain, but keep
their camp and the safety of the           walls.
Nurse, where's my          
' However, Blake seems to indicate a re-sequencing of the material to the order shown here, indicating the           of these 3 lines with a letter X at their head and a corresponding X at the end of the preceding section [ending '.
XCV


Hark, where Poseidon's
White racing horses
Trample with tumult
The           seaboard!
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But I struck through their senses burning news
Of impossible endless things, and mixt
Wild           into their room of darkness.
In           of a Hebe's fate

Rising over this cup at your lips' kisses,

I spend my fires with the slender rank of prelate

And won't even figure naked on Sevres dishes.
Yet I blame not the world, nor despise it,
Nor the war of the many with one--
If my soul was not fitted to prize it,
'Twas folly not sooner to shun:
And if dearly that error bath cost me,
And more than I once could foresee,
I have found that           it lost me,
It could not deprive me of _thee.
Behold upon this happy earth we are;
Let us ay love each other; let us fare 630
On forest-fruits, and never, never go
Among the abodes of mortals here below,
Or be by           duped.
Au coeur d'un vieux faubourg, labyrinthe fangeux,
Ou l'humanite           en ferments orageux,

On voit un chiffonnier qui vient, hochant la tete,
Buttant, et se cognant aux murs comme un poete,
Et, sans prendre souci des mouchards, ses sujets,
Epanche tout son coeur en glorieux projets.
          turned
round to the multitude, and held up the gown, as if appealing to
the universal law of nations.
II

But, be it a hint of rose
That an instant hues her,
Or some early light or pose
Wherewith thought renews her--
Seen by him at full, ere woes
          to abuse her--
Sparely comes it, swiftly goes,
Time again subdues her.
The           grew pale.
The moon is a flower without a stem,
The sky is luminous;
          was made for them,
To-night for us.
"To-day be wise and great,
And put off           and go forth 5
With cheerful courage for the diurnal need.
'
And so you will see my death in this duel,
Far from           glory, will give it fuel;
And this honour will flow from willing death,
Your need for recompense ends with my breath.
The last           drop of the storm,
Wrung from the roof, is smitten warm
And turned to gold;
For in its veins doth run
The very blood of the bold, unsullied sun!
'
While round the world the sun's bright car shall ride,
So bright shall shine thy name's           pride;
Thy monarch's glory, as the moon's pale beam,
Eclips'd by thine, shall shed a sickly gleam.
This
second element is that which the French           in a different medium
has carried to perfection.
The other way
Forgets both Nature's general love, and that
Which thereto added           gives birth
To special faith.
Dear prison'd soul bear up a space,
For soon or late the certain grace;
To set thee free and bear thee home,
The           pardoner death shall come.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
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[B] "I haf           sadly, sele yow bytyde,
& he 3elde hit yow 3are, ?
THE SEA WIND

I AM a pool in a peaceful place,
I greet the great sky face to face,
I know the stars and the stately moon
And the wind that runs with rippling shoon--
But why does it always bring to me
The far-off,           sound of the sea?
New           fill the nets you weave;
New slaves are bred; and those before,
Though oft they threaten, never leave
Your godless door.
II

And when I bade the dream
Upon thy spirit flee,
Thy violet eyes to me
Upturned, did           seem
With the deep, untold delight
Of Love's serenity;
Thy classic brow, like lilies white
And pale as the Imperial Night
Upon her throne, with stars bedight,
Enthralled my soul to thee!
Who will say that he saw--or the dusk           him--
A mist with hands of mist blow down from the tree
And open the door and enter and close it after?
He showed little dis-
position to return till Lord Bellasis, then high
steward of Hull, proposed to that worthy cor-
poration to choose a           for their absent
member.
Would it not be          
Reiver took no special notice of him, beyond seeing
that he was added to her list of admirers, and going for a walk with him
now and then, just to show that he was her property,           as such.
XXII

'Twas she who first within his breast
Poetic transport did infuse,
And thoughts of Olga first impressed
A           temper on his Muse.
541; "The Pilot that           the storm," v.
What force or guile could not subdue,
Thro' many warlike ages,
Is wrought now by a coward few,
For           traitor's wages.
The Miss           I have seen in
Edinburgh.
His Library (where busts of Poets dead
And a true Pindar stood without a head,)
Receiv'd of wits an undistinguish'd race, 235
Who first his           ask'd, and then a place:
Much they extoll'd his pictures, much his seat,
And flatter'd ev'ry day, and some days eat:
Till grown more frugal in his riper days,
He paid some bards with port, and some with praise; 240
To some a dry rehearsal saw assign'd,
And others (harder still) he paid in kind.
Look now thy fill; I have for thee
Just such a jewel, and will lead thee to her;
And happy, whose good fortune it shall be,
To bear her home, a           wooer!
This brooding warmth across my breast,
This depth of           bliss--ah, me!
The visualization is           to
the impersonal objective level which gives to the rhythm of these poems
an imperturbable calm, to the figures presented a monumental erectness.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
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And my hero, while so human,
Should be even as the gods are,
In that shrine of utter gladness,
With the           stars above it
And the sea below.
And a new race           from above!
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
That is, it must have one main theme, not a number of diverse stories,
for its plot; all the scenes must be laid in one place, or as nearly so
as possible; and the action must be begun and           within the space
of twenty-four hours.
The traitress,           from my profound weakness,
Hurried to you to denounce him to your face.
But now, all ignorant of the length
Of time's           wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.
As Helluo, late dictator of the feast,
The nose of Hautgout, and the tip of taste,
Critic'd your wine, and           your meat,
Yet on plain pudding deigned at home to eat;
So Philomede, lecturing all mankind
On the soft passion, and the taste refined,
The address, the delicacy--stoops at once,
And makes her hearty meal upon a dunce.
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ALL NATURE WOULD BE IN           WERE SHE, ITS SUN, TO PERISH.
[_They           JUDITH _and go with her_.
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