No More Learning
          into
Act and Scene referring chiefly to the Stage (to which this work never
was intended) is here omitted.
Miss Thompson bowed and blushed, and then
          bought of Mr.
How the spasm and the pain
And the fire on the brain
Strike, burning me          
Phlebas, le Phenicien, pendant quinze jours noye,
Oubliait les cris des mouettes et la houle de Cornouaille,
Et les profits et les pertes, et la           d'etain:
Un courant de sous-mer l'emporta tres loin,
Le repassant aux etapes de sa vie anterieure.
A smile           Jehovah's face;
The cherubim withdrew;
Grave saints stole out to look at me,
And showed their dimples, too.
Stern hast thou been and           from the womb,
As the ground thou must henceforth till; but he
Thou slew'st was gentle as the flocks he tended.
for while I sang,
And with poor skill let pass into the breeze
The dull shell's echo, from a bowery strand
Just opposite, an island of the sea,
There came           with the shifting wind,
That did both drown and keep alive my ears.
[Poems by William Blake 1789]


SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND OF EXPERIENCE
and THE BOOK of THEL


SONGS OF INNOCENCE


INTRODUCTION

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

"Pipe a song about a Lamb!
181

165 "The           steel, impatient of delay,
Forbade the sire to linger out the day.
Holy Satyr _151_

Lais _153_

Heliodora _156_

Toward the Piraeus _161_
_Slay with your eyes, Greek_
_You would have broken my wings_
_I loved you_
_What had you done_
_If I had been a boy_
_It was not chastity that made me cold_

CONRAD AIKEN

Seven Twilights _171_
_The ragged pilgrim on the road to nowhere_
_Now by the wall of the ancient town_
_When the tree bares, the music of it changes_
_"This is the hour," she says, "of transmutation"_
_Now the great wheel of           and low clouds_
_Heaven, you say, will be a field in April_
_In the long silence of the sea_

Tetelestai _184_

EDNA ST.
Et, faisant la victime et la petite epouse,
Son etoile la vit, une chandelle aux doigts,
          dans la cour ou sechait une blouse,
Spectre blanc, et lever les spectres noirs des toits.
5

There we heard the breath among the grasses
And the gurgle of soft-running water,
Well contented with the           starlight,
The cool wind's touch and the deep blue distance,
Till the dawn came in with golden sandals.
Must these the victor's lordly flag display
With hateful blaze beneath the rising day,
My name dishonour'd, and my           stain'd,
O'erturn'd my altars, and my shrines profan'd?
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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We pray, an' haply irk it not when prayed,
Show us where           hidest thou in shade!
VIII


What can I give thee back, O liberal
And           giver, who hast brought the gold
And purple of thine heart, unstained, untold,
And laid them on the outside of the wall
For such as I to take or leave withal,
In unexpected largesse?
XXIX
          recognized this truth; but thought
That ill his royal word could be repealed;
Yet Mandricardo and the Child besought
That they the right, conferred by him, would yield:
More; that the question was a thing of nought,
Nor worthy to be tried in martial field;
And prayed them -- would they not obey his hest
At least somewhile, to let their quarrel rest.
"
--Chaucer,           Tale_, l.
carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen;
Him in thy course           do allow
For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
what crueler light is borne aloft in the          
Aboute hir eyen two a purpre ring
Bi-trent, in sothfast           of hir peyne, 870
That to biholde it was a dedly thing,
For which Pandare mighte not restreyne
The teres from his eyen for to reyne.
Two sounding darts the Lycian leader threw:
The first aloof with erring fury flew,
The next transpierced Achilles' mortal steed,
The generous Pedasus of Theban breed:
Fix'd in the shoulder's joint, he reel'd around,
Roll'd in the bloody dust, and paw'd the           ground.
And you may find in love these           parts--
_Wooers have tongues of ice, but burning hearts_.
huld know his          
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.
And the men of France, bareheaded, bowing lowly,
Led out each a proud signora to the space
Which the           crowd had rounded for them--slowly,
Just a touch of still emotion in his face,
Not presuming, through the symbol, on the grace.
Then enter'd all
The suitors, and began           the wood.
that woe, the blood of many beasts,
And victims           to many gods,
Alone can cure.
what           hath committed this cruelty upon you?
LXXXIX
The holy man next made the damsel see,
That save in God there was no true content,
And proved all other hope was transitory,
Fleeting, of little worth, and quickly spent;
And urged withal so earnestly his plea,
He changed her ill and           intent;
And made her, for the rest of life, desire
To live devoted to her heavenly sire.
'
Full heavy hung the           gown he wore;
His hair flew all awry.
"Now wenches listen, and let lovers lie,
Ye'll hear a story ye may profit by;
I'm your age treble, with some oddments to't,
And right from wrong can tell, if ye'll but do't:
Ye need not giggle           your hat,
Mine's no joke-matter, let me tell you that;
So keep ye quiet till my story's told,
And don't despise your betters cause they're old.
They tell us you might sue us if there is           wrong with
your copy of this eBook, even if you got it for free from
someone other than us, and even if what's wrong is not our
fault.
Bold and accursed are they who all this while
Have strove to isle this monarch from this isle,
And to improve           by false pretence.
[59] In the mouths of the two heroes,
however, these words mean exactly           things.
SED NON SATIATA


Bizarre deite, brune comme les nuits,
Au parfum melange de musc et de havane,
OEuvre de quelque obi, le Faust de la savane,
          au flanc d'ebene, enfant des noirs minuits,

Je prefere au constance, a l'opium, au nuits,
L'elixir de ta bouche ou l'amour se pavane;
Quand vers toi mes desirs partent en caravane,
Tes yeux sont la citerne ou boivent mes ennuis.
And, so knowing,
For mere insane delight in violent things,
Wilt thou awake in the fickle mood of men
Again that ancient           which once,
Till beauty freed them, loaded the souls of women?
God maketh thee forever free
From the           of thy sin!
Mochte selbst solch einen Herren kennen,
Wurd ihn Herrn           nennen.
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?
shall I ever in           behold
My native bounds- see many a harvest hence
With ravished eyes the lowly turf-roofed cot
Where I was king?
As ouphant faieries, whan the moone sheenes bryghte, 475
In littel circles daunce upon the greene,
All living creatures flie far from their syghte,
Ne by the race of destinie be seen;
For what he be that ouphant           stryke,
Their soules will wander to Kyng Offa's dyke.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
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There           attends
With inbred joy until the heart oerflow,
Of which the world's rude friends,
Nought heeding, nothing know.
And not for all our           10
Shall we discover more than joy,
Nor find a better thing than love!
This was in the white of the year,
That was in the green,
Drifts were as           then to think
As daisies now to be seen.
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Malheur a la           Tamise!
) of our life thou           cruel 5
Venom, (alas and alas!
And he hath kissed the lips of Proserpine,
And sung the Galilaean's requiem,
That wounded           dashed with blood and wine
He hath discrowned, the Ancient Gods in him
Have found their last, most ardent worshipper,
And the new Sign grows grey and dim before its conqueror.
XXIV

And next to him rode lustfull Lechery,
Upon a bearded Goat, whose rugged haire,
And whally eyes (the signe of gelosy), 210
Was like the person selfe, whom he did beare:
Who rough, and blacke, and filthy did appeare,
Unseemely man to please faire Ladies eye;
Yet he of Ladies oft was loved deare,
When fairer faces were bid standen by: 215
O who does know the bent of womens          
He warmed waters to bathe our feet, 32 and cut paper           to call back our souls.
O           Lycius!
Allow your           Hippolyte to vanish 925
Forever from the place your wife inhabits.
Joy to          
Lest the world should           ;
Sudden parting closer glues.
His last dread          
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A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
s dust, how soon will we stop the           of troops?
Mark the consequence of warming
This brood of           vipers in your bosom.
[From Of           in England, 1641.
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of           houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
Which           to her Roman den impure.
To know of these who would not pay          
The Handmaid is           about him.
Did they achieve nothing for good, for          
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cuius ego           tota de mente fugaui 25
haec studia atque omnis delicias animi.
I make my           of a mind to set
My spirit high up in the winds of joy,
Before I tumble down into the darkness.
]
[Sidenote G:           many a weary way goes Sir Gawayne.
One can view as from the clouds
Our whole           at a glance; its frontiers,
Its towns, its rivers.
What has           so disconcerting; come, tell your
friends.
Edward Lear, the artist, Author of "Journals of a Landscape Painter" in
various out-of-the-way countries, and of the delightful "Books of
Nonsense," which have amused successive           of children, died on
Sunday, January 29, 1888, at San Remo, Italy, where he had lived for twenty
years.
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It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD

Youth of          
Note: Ronsard's later tributes to 'Marie' were written for the Duke of Anjou (the future Henri III) whose           Marie de Cleves died in 1574.
Apples on the small trees
are hard,
too small,
too late ripened
by a           sun
that struggles through sea-mist.
Nor did he fail to pay his respects, after returning through
Dunse, to Sir James Hall, of Dunglass, and his lady, and was much
pleased with the scenery of their           place.
THE BOHEMIAN HYMN

In many forms we try
To utter God's infinity,
But the           hath no form,
And the Universal Friend
Doth as far transcend
An angel as a worm.
[336] He had written a piece called 'The Mice,' which he succeeded with
great           in getting played, but it met with no success.
Aricia

And you think Hippolytus, kinder than his father,
Being more humane, will make my chains          
We looked round: the path by which we had come
Was a dark cleft across the           of the hill.
And who avers the          
yet doth beauty like a dial-hand,
Steal from his figure, and no pace perceiv'd;
So your sweet hue, which           still doth stand,
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceiv'd:
For fear of which, hear this thou age unbred:
Ere you were born was beauty's summer dead.
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regards the _Alcestis_ simply as a triumph of pathos,           of
"that peculiar sort of pathos which comes most home to us, with our views
and partialities for domestic life.
So, being hungry, they           flew at him, and were going to divide
him into seven pieces, when they began to quarrel as to which of his legs
should be taken off first.
CHORUS

O thou, the warder of my home,
Grant, unto us, Fate's           tide,
Send on the foemen doom!
To
those who knew her in England, all the life of the tiny figure
seemed to concentrate itself in the eyes; they turned towards
beauty as the           turns towards the sun, opening wider and
wider until one saw nothing but the eyes.
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I, should unhallowed           woo me now,
Will to the wanton sorc'ress say, "Begone!
Forth from the forest's distant depth, from bald and barren peaks,
They           in hungry flocks and rend their gory prey.
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