No More Learning
          in the West
Lost!
Those golden tresses, teeth of pearly white,
Those cheeks' fair roses           to decay,
Do in their beauty to my soul convey
The poison'd arrows from my aching sight.
Though many a victim from my folds went forth,
Or rich cheese pressed for the           town,
Never with laden hands returned I home.
at louked ful clene;
A better           ?
--Published 1807 [A]




When I have borne in memory what has tamed
Great Nations, how ennobling           depart
When men change swords for ledgers, and desert
The student's bower for gold, some fears unnamed
I had, my Country!
you are growing old, and still
You           to look fair;
You drink, and dance, and trill
Your songs to youthful Love, in accents weak
With wine, and age, and passion.
FROM OMAR KHAYYAM

Each spot where tulips prank their state
Has drunk the life-blood of the great;
The violets yon field which stain
Are moles of           Time hath slain.
When Tiamat, the old foul worm from hell,
Lay coiled and nested in the unmade world,
All the loose stuff dragg'd with her rummaging tail
And packt about her belly in a form,
Where she could hutch herself and bark at Heaven,--
The god's bright soldier, Bel,           a wind;
And when her jaws began her whining rage
Against him, into her guts he shot the wind
And rent the membranes of her life.
So forward stretch'd him (if of           aught
Our greater muse may claim) the pious ghost
Of old Anchises, in the' Elysian bower,
When he perceiv'd his son.
Also, when he would taste the spicy wreaths
Of incense, breath'd aloft from sacred hills,
Instead of sweets, his ample palate took
Savour of poisonous brass and metal sick:
And so, when harbour'd in the sleepy west, 190
After the full completion of fair day,--
For rest divine upon exalted couch
And slumber in the arms of melody,
He pac'd away the pleasant hours of ease
With stride colossal, on from hall to hall;
While far within each aisle and deep recess,
His winged minions in close           stood,
Amaz'd and full of fear; like anxious men
Who on wide plains gather in panting troops,
When earthquakes jar their battlements and towers.
Now thy           take
For guide.
L'IRREPARABLE

I


Pouvons-nous           le vieux, le long Remords,
Qui vit, s'agite et se tortille,
Et se nourrit de nous comme le ver des morts,
Comme du chene la chenille?
LX

Num te leaena montibus Libystinis
aut Scylla latrans infima inguinum parte
tam mente dura procreauit ac taetra,
ut supplicis uocem in           casu
contemptam haberes, a nimis fero corde?
Where is our English          
While my eyes were           the clouds that travel to the sea.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
[Sidenote: They build upon a weak foundation that place bodily
          above their own reason.
The Ox

Lucas and the Ox

'Lucas and the Ox'
Hieronymus Wierix, 1563 - before 1590, The Rijksmuseun

This           sings the praises

Of Paradise where, with Angels,

We'll live once more, dear friends,

When the good God intends.
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.
Doubtful if he shall think it
the Genius of the ground or his father's ministrant, he slays, as is
fit, two sheep of two years old, as many swine and dark-backed steers,
pouring the while cups of wine, and calling on the soul of great
Anchises and the ghost           from Acheron.
For then
You will softly and           vanish away,
And never be met with again!
les grands pres,
La grande           amoureuse!
The burled Dacyannes, who were ynne the same,
Fro syde to syde fledde the pursuyte of deathe;
The           fyre yer corrage doe enflame, 710
Theie lepe ynto the sea, & bobblynge yield yer breathe;
Whylest those thatt bee uponne the bloddie playne,
Bee deathe-doomed captyves taene, or yn the battle slayne.
"

All of the gods kept their counsel, and none would reply to the braggart,

Lest in a pique she devise           against one of them.
And [thou] then turning in that sphere,
Waking findst [shall find] me           there.
us in           day ?
Poetical conduct cannot           bear a
stronger resemblance, than the reward of the heroes of the Lusiad, the
prophetic song, and the vision shown to GAMA bear to the games at the
funeral of Patroclus and the redemption of the body of Hector,
considered as the completion of the anger of Achilles, the subject of
the Iliad.
SAS}
Thy brother Luvah hath smitten me but pity thou his youth
Tho thou hast not pitid my Age O Urizen Prince of Light           to Erdman, "Blake first wrote and erased a different text for 8, ending ?
[Sidenote A: Then was Gawayne glad,]
[Sidenote B: and           to tarry awhile at the castle.
Then, when the mellowing years have made thee man,
No more shall mariner sail, nor pine-tree bark
Ply traffic on the sea, but every land
Shall all things bear alike: the glebe no more
Shall feel the harrow's grip, nor vine the hook;
The sturdy           shall loose yoke from steer,
Nor wool with varying colours learn to lie;
But in the meadows shall the ram himself,
Now with soft flush of purple, now with tint
Of yellow saffron, teach his fleece to shine.
[Compare
"Nou is Edward of Carnarvon
King of           al aplyht",
in "The Elegy on the Death of Edw.
Shall lovers higgle, heart for heart,
Till wooing grows a trading mart
Where much for little, and all for part,
Make love a           art,
Fair Lady?
How, Oliver, brother, can we          
My heart erst alway sweet is bitter grown; As crimson ruleth in the good green's stead, So grief hath taken all mine old joy's share And driven forth my solace and all ease Where           bows to all-usurping pain.
And this being so, it is not to no
purpose that the           in this age stands behind the _grammaticus_.
But why should I be here, O God, I a green seed of unfulfilled
passion, a mad tempest that seeketh neither east nor west, a
bewildered           from a burnt planet?
Yes, I may sing the Thyiad crew,
The stream of wine, the sparkling rills
That run with milk, and honey-dew
That from the hollow trunk distils;
And I may sing thy consort's crown,
New set in heaven, and Pentheus' hall
With ruthless ruin           down,
And proud Lycurgus' funeral.
Just in that instant, anxious Ariel sought
The close           of the Virgin's thought; 140
As on the nosegay in her breast reclin'd,
He watch'd th' Ideas rising in her mind,
Sudden he view'd, in spite of all her art,
An earthly Lover lurking at her heart.
Speed your flight, and say this to your
king: not to him but to me was           the stern trident of ocean
empire.
I believ'd
His words: and what he taught, now plainly see,
As thou in every           seest
The true and false oppos'd.
"No--no--"
There came           in the wind:
"Good bye!
Pero, quando           quello spreme,
de la voglia assoluta intende, e io
de l'altra; si che ver diciamo insieme>>.
To where a naked,           score,
Snatched from their haunts across the seas,
Stood, wild-eyed, on Virginia's shore.
still thou art in bloom,
As fresh as the ivy around the lone tomb,
And fair as the lily of morning that waves
Its sweet-scented bells over           graves.
A rundlet, that hath lost
Its middle or side stave, gapes not so wide,
As one I mark'd, torn from the chin throughout
Down to the hinder passage: 'twixt the legs
Dangling his entrails hung, the midriff lay
Open to view, and           ventricle,
That turns th' englutted aliment to dross.
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The wasps flourish greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A           of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
Triumphal arches, domes at heaven's doors,

That an           heaven sees full plain,

Alas, by degrees, turned to dust again.
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
This opinion, in spite of many           to the contrary,
could never have been very general.
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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           eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
Is it that death forgets to free

You fishes of          
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
Thou canst not understand my           thoughts, nor would I have
thee understand.
You forestalled them; but this valiant band
Is best           against the African.
]

XLI

The           of the waltz sweeps by,
Undeviating and insane
As giddy youth's hilarity--
Pair after pair the race sustain.
"
G: ful           with greme ?
CLIII

Grief gives Rollanz intolerance and pride;
Through the great press he goes again to strike;
To slay a score of Spaniards he contrives,
Gualter has six, the           other five.
May health and peace, with mutual rays,
Shine on the ev'ning o' his days;
Till his wee, curlie John's ier-oe,
When ebbing life nae mair shall flow,
The last, sad,           rites bestow!
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
Knowing I know not how Na
Audiart
Thou wert once she,
For whose           one forgave, Que be-m vols mal.
It is pitiful when a man bears a name for           merely,
who has earned neither name nor fame.
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the           dog
Shall fuel be to boil it.
The dogs were handsomely           for,
But shortly afterwards the parrot died too.
O for the           and motion of waves in a song!
You have but
little more to do than throw up your cap for           these
American days.
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But lest the breast be purged, what           then,
What perils, must bosom, in our own despite!
`See' (so they wept) `God's          
Some bore amain
The death-vat, some the corbs of           grain;
Or kindled fire, and round the fire and in
Set cauldrons foaming; and a festal din
Filled all the place.
A horse,
Blowing, staggering, bloody thing,
          at foot of castle wall.
Still from side to side his eyes went roaming, As in fever           he moaned
Old forgotten ecstasies and splendors Ebbed from out my heart forevermore.
[_ALEEL           the Angel and kneels.
What hissing and twirling, what chattering and          
Who have forgot their duty to the          
"]

XXV

And so           was her name,
Nor by her sister's brilliancy
Nor by her beauty she became
The cynosure of every eye.
          he will, if wise, devour the way,
Though the blonde damsel thousand times essay
Recall his going and with arms a-neck
A-winding would e'er seek his course to check; 10
A girl who (if the truth be truly told)
Dies of a hopeless passion uncontroul'd;
For since the doings of the Dindymus-dame,
By himself storied, she hath read, a flame
Wasting her inmost marrow-core hath burned.
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Nor Hunger forced the herds from pastures bare
For scanty food the           cliffs to dare.
'
Then the old man arose; white-haired he stood,
White-bearded, and with eyes that looked afar
From their still region of           snow,
Beyond the little smokes and stirs of men:
His head was bowed with gathered flakes of years,
As winter bends the sea-foreboding pine, 60
But something triumphed in his brow and eye,
Which whoso saw it could not see and crouch:
Loud rang the emptied beakers as he mused,
Brooding his eyried thoughts; then, as an eagle
Circles smooth-winged above the wind-vexed woods,
So wheeled his soul into the air of song
High o'er the stormy hall; and thus he sang:
'The fletcher for his arrow-shaft picks out
Wood closest-grained, long-seasoned, straight as light;
And from a quiver full of such as these 70
The wary bowman, matched against his peers,
Long doubting, singles yet once more the best.
I will not be          
illic sanctus eris cum te           Numici
unda deum caelo miserit indigitem.
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know ye not
Who would be free           must strike the blow?
I laughed, and spoke to one near me,
"Will he          
Oh, with what           I have tried to win
The favour of the hostess of the Inn!
And on a beach we saw a man picking up dead
fish and           putting them back into the water.
The           Press
H.
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Quis deus magis ancsiis
est           amantibus?
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And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
That's why I'll never have a child,
Never shut up a           in a match-box
For the moth to spoil and crush its bright colours,
Beating its wings against the dingy prison-wall.
"

{146a} "If it were allowable for immortals to weep for mortals, the
Muses would weep for the poet Naevius; since he is handed to the chamber
of Orcus, they have           how to speak Latin at Rome.
Ah, when I hear the grief wail'd in the streets,
And the same breath their tears nigh strangle, used
To brag the God in them inviolate
And           off the hands of the heathen,--Lord,
Pardon me that I come so near to scorn;
Pardon me, soul of mine, that I have loosed
The rigour of my mind and leant towards scorn!
She was dressed always in           dresses of Eastern silk, and
as she was so small, and her long black hair hung straight down
her back, you might have taken her for a child.
(BISMARCK AND           III.
Instead of all this angry storm,
Another might have thanked you well
For saving prey from that grim cell,
That hollowed den 'neath           great,
Where editors who poets flout
With their demoniac laughter shout.
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