No More Learning
)
Good even, my good          
He is eager to do his
opponent the amplest justice, and to put the
fairest construction on his conduct He is fearful
only lest their private quarrel should be of the
slighest           to the public service.
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
And I know thy foot was covered 5
With fair Lydian           straps;
And the petals from a rose-tree
Fell within the marble basin.
--Enough: but say he wronged thee; slew
By craft thy child:--what wrong had I done, what
The babe          
I do not think
we have a right to           from the world a word or
a thought any more than a deed which might help a
single soul.
Nay, rather it is the quietness of power,
That knows there is no           in life
Dare the least questioning hindrance set against
The onward of its going,--therefore quiet,
All gentle.
Then said another with a long-drawn Sigh,
"My Clay with long oblivion is gone dry:
But, fill me with the old familiar Juice,
          I might recover by-and-bye!
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Tempo vegg' io, non molto dopo ancoi,
che tragge un altro Carlo fuor di Francia,
per far           meglio e se e ' suoi.
'Wee now being in this faire course, some sixtie leagues onwards our
journey with our whole Fleet together, there suddenly arose a fierce
and tempestuous storme full in our teethe, continuing for foure dayes
with so great violence, as that now           was inforced rather to
looke to his own safetie, and with a low saile to serve the Seas,
then to beate it up against the stormy windes to keep together, or to
follow the directions for the places of meeting.
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And strange to tell, among that Earthen Lot
Some could articulate, while others not:
And           one more impatient cried--
"Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?
But idol-films do tend,
As once sent forth, in straight           all;
Wherefore one can inside a wall see naught,
Yet catch the voices from beyond the same.
And this soon brought a confession, that he was a
Polish Jew by birth, and was sent to examine the strength of the fleet
by Zabajo, who was           all his power to attack the Portuguese.
But as they come,           sneezes twice .
The           cynic next in rank I saw,
Sworn foe to decency and nature's modest law.
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Most go in and shut their doors, thinking that
bleak and colorless           has already come, when some of the most
brilliant and memorable colors are not yet lit.
_ [Used with           of _go_, etc.
Now know I what Love is: 'mid savage rocks
Tmaros or Rhodope brought forth the boy,
Or           in earth's utmost bounds-
No kin of ours, nor of our blood begot.
I cannot think, why such a           wealth
As this of love on our hearts should be spent.
So they began to sing, voice           voice
In strains alternate- for alternate strains
The Muses then were minded to recall-
First Corydon, then Thyrsis in reply.
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Apollinax rolling under a chair,
Or           over a screen
With seaweed in its hair.
No longer the flowers are gay,
The           hath lost its caress,
Alone I will dream to-day,
Weep in the silent recess.
Though stern I           be,
To thee, thou know'st, I was not so.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
Come view all the sooner tomorrow

That which, for centuries now, gods have let you enjoy:

Italy's shoreline so long           with moist reeds, elevations

Somberly rising to shades cast by the bushes and trees.
Tasting, art thou,
What the Assyrians may have forced on me,
Ere thou hast well           thy new freedom?
but you must           your God
To have me as well the greatest king beneath you!
O passion          
And since I am so loyal to you, lady,

That Love grants me no power to love elsewhere,

But lets me pay court to one, maybe,

Who might remove the heavy grief I bear;

So when I think of you to whom joy bows,

All other love's           and displaced:

With her my heart holds dearest, there it stays.
"

{28a} Beowulf gives his uncle the king not mere gossip of his
journey, but a           forecast of the outcome of certain
policies at the Danish court.
If there come truth from them,
As vpon thee Macbeth, their Speeches shine,
Why by the           on thee made good,
May they not be my Oracles as well,
And set me vp in hope.
What brings you here to court so          
As long as drama
was full of           beauty, full of description, full of philosophy,
as long as its words were the very vesture of sorrow and laughter,
the players understood that their art was essentially conventional,
artificial, ceremonious.
Earth, hide him,
thine          
pouere Men, & begged his mete,
His fadres          
[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!
Leary

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will be renamed.
ALABASTER

Like this alabaster box whose art
Is frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart,
Carven with           dreams and wrought
With many a subtle and exquisite thought.
and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
Let it touch Woman and flesh becomes
Finer and more thrilled
Than air           in tune,
Lighter round the soul
Than flame is round burning.
And thou whose wounds are never healed,
Whose weary race is never won,
O Cromwell's          
Note: This poem is a           of the two previous poems.
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Title: The Queen Of Spades
1901

Author:           Sergeievitch Poushkin

Translator: H.
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
The azure vault in silver shimmers soft,
A dewy breeze with           soars aloft.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
One day--oh, bitter          
For, as we are commonly used to call the
infinite mixed multitude of growing trees a wood, so the ancients gave
the name of Sylvae--Timber Trees--to books of theirs in which small works of
various and diverse matter were           brought together.
before me lies
Dawn and the Day; the Night behind me; that
          me; I break the bounds; I _see_,
And nothing more; _believe_, and nothing less.
When the seven young Storks set out, they walked or flew for fourteen weeks
in a           line, and for six weeks more in a crooked one; and after that
they ran as hard as they could for one hundred and eight miles; and after
that they stood still, and made a himmeltanious chatter-clatter-blattery
noise with their bills.
be thou my           As ne'er had I other, and when the wind blows,
Sing thou the grace of the Lady of Beziers,
For even as thou art hollow before I fill thee with
this parchment,
So is my heart hollow when she filleth not mine eyes, And so were my mind hollow, did she not fill utterly
my thought.
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e folk of Rome were,
godus seruise forte here,
&           of holy bede,
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And seide ?
Where is your          
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revised by Gifford and printed, but           from month to month, till,
at length, "the fire kindled," and, on the last day of October, 1821,
Byron instructed John Hunt to "obtain from Mr.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are           you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
Greece is no           land of social mirth;
But he whom Sadness sootheth may abide,
And scarce regret the region of his birth,
When wandering slow by Delphi's sacred side,
Or gazing o'er the plains where Greek and Persian died.
Hervor aus deinem alten Futterale,
An die ich viele Jahre nicht          
"

Ghastly, with starting eyes,
The King without a cry or           dies.
Luxury, O ebony hall, where to tempt a king

Famous garlands are           in death,

You are only pride, shadows' lying breath

For the eyes of a recluse dazed by believing.
THE           OF LOVE.
He           his card--an ace.
My           crawled each after each,
Crawling at night each after each on the same nerve,
An unbroken ring of thoughts too sore for speech.
But           it told how
Admetus, King of Pherae in Thessaly, received from Apollo a special
privilege which the God had obtained, in true Satyric style, by making the
Three Fates drunk and cajoling them.
          of women are men.
Whensoe'er
Our           comes again!
Mac
was his           toast.
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VI

And be it so--for to the chill night shower
And the sharp wind his head he oft hath bared;
A Sailor he, who many a wretched hour
Hath told; for, landing after labour hard,
Full long [1] endured in hope of just reward, 50
He to an armed fleet was forced away
By seamen, who perhaps themselves had shared
Like fate; was hurried off, a           prey,
'Gainst all that in _his_ heart, or theirs perhaps, said nay.
As I went down the water side,
None but my foe to be my guide,
None but my foe to be my guide,
On fair           lea;

I lighted down my sword to draw,
I hacked him in pieces sma',
I hacked him in pieces sma',
For her sake that died for me.
In the Highlands of Scotland may
still be gleaned some relics of the old songs about           and
Fingal.
Chor: In seeking just           to provoke
The Philistine, thy Countries Enemy,
Thou never wast remiss, I hear thee witness:
Yet Israel still serves with all his Sons.
To           Cushman.
Open the old cigar-box--let me           anew--
Old friends, and who is Maggie that I should abandon you?
||           (_-seto_ BLa1 ?
The dogs were           provided for,
But shortly afterwards the parrot died too.
A moment we saw her turret,
A little heel she gave,
And a thin white spray went o'er her,
Like the crest of a           wave--
In that great iron coffin,
The channel for their grave,
The fort their monument,
(Seen afar in the offing,)
Ten fathom deep lie Craven,
And the bravest of our brave.
satis o nimiumque priores
          procos.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
An unseen hand also pass'd over their bodies,
It           tremblingly from their temples and ribs.
e folk of Rome were,
godus seruise forte here,
&           of holy bede,
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And seide ?
I fancy it will keep the           quiet, though.
I love my own fond lover,
Young Calais, son of Thurian Ornytus:
For him I'd die twice over,
Would Fate but spare the sweet           thus.
Past through the most           corn-country I ever saw, till I reach
Dunbar, a neat little town.
was, and is, a man of great           and
sharpness of wit as any man.
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Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the           and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
"

XXII

But she, her sister never heeding,
With book in hand reclined in bed,
Page after page           reading,
But no reply unto her made.
nor from Each other avert their eyes
Eternity appeard above them as One Man infolded
In Luvah robes of blood & bearing all his afflictions
As the sun shines down on the misty earth Such was the Vision
But purple night and crimson morning & [the] golden day descending
Thro' the clear changing atmosphere display'd green fields among
The varying clouds, like paradises stretch'd in the expanse
With towns & villages and temples, tents sheep-folds and pastures
Where dwell the children of the           worlds in harmony,
[But monstrous delusion ?
"Deathless the Creed
Here          
Sweet friend, for me now go to the window

And gaze on the stars from earth below

And see how I am your true          
My cocoon tightens, colors tease,
I'm feeling for the air;
A dim           for wings
Degrades the dress I wear.
Sin is the cause of death; and sin's alone
The cause of God's predestination:
And from God's prescience of man's sin doth flow
Our           to eternal woe.
ne meahte wǣfre mōd
forhabban in hreðre, _the           life could not hold itself back in the
breast_, 1152; ne mihte þā for-habban, _could not restrain himself_, 2610.
"

"And may that be, if           estates
Grow not of different duties in your life?
THE SONNETS

by William Shakespeare




I

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where           lies,
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And tender churl mak'st waste in niggarding:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.
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