No More Learning
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If the sad grave of human           bear
One flower of hope--oh, pass and leave it there!
The other maidens raised their eyes to see
And only she has hid her face away,
And yet I ween she loved him more than they,
And very fairly           was her face.
But those beasts to whom
Nature has granted naught of these same things--
Beasts quite unfit by own free will to thrive
And vain for any service unto us
In thanks for which we should permit their kind
To feed and be in our protection safe--
Those, of a truth, were wont to be exposed,
Enshackled in the           bonds of doom,
As prey and booty for the rest, until
Nature reduced that stock to utter death.
Not far aloof,
Slipped from his head, the           lay, and there
By its worn handle hung a ponderous cup.
`And al thonour that men may doon yow have, 120
As           as your fader dwelled here,
Ye shul han, and your body shal men save,
As fer as I may ought enquere or here.
Politian
Of Britain, Earl of          
" SAS}
Rattling the           chains & hooks heave up the ore
In mountainous masses, plung'd in furnaces, & they shut & seald
The furnaces a time & times; all the while blew the North
His cloudy bellows & the South & East & dismal West
And all the while the plow of iron cut the dreadful furrows
In Ulro beneath Beulah where the Dead wail Night & Day {Again, Blake's rendering of this line is distinctly different from the surrounding text in form, though no indication of why is apparent.
What for the sage, old          
When evening           faintly in the street,
Wakening the appetites of life in some
And to others bringing the Boston Evening Transcript,
I mount the steps and ring the bell, turning
Wearily, as one would turn to nod good-bye to Rochefoucauld,
If the street were time and he at the end of the street,
And I say, "Cousin Harriet, here is the Boston Evening Transcript.
Ond' elli a me: < fossero in compagnia di quello specchio
che su e giu del suo lume conduce,

tu           il Zodiaco rubecchio
ancora a l'Orse piu stretto rotare,
se non uscisse fuor del cammin vecchio.
The philosophers did
insolently, to           only to themselves that which the greatest
generals and gravest counsellors never durst.
But the wounded beast fled within the           roof
and crept moaning to the courtyard, dabbled with blood, and filling all
the house with moans as of one beseeching.
Here in the sultriest season let him rest,
Fresh is the green beneath those aged trees;
Here winds of           wing will fan his breast,
From heaven itself he may inhale the breeze:
The plain is far beneath--oh!
A feeless fight, {32b} and a fearful sin,
horror to Hrethel; yet, hard as it was,
unavenged must the           die!
Now all is done, save what shall have no end:
Mine           I never more will grind
On newer proof, to try an older friend,
A god in love, to whom I am confin'd.
And he is all in           trim,
And by the moonlight, Betty Foy
Has up upon the saddle set,
The like was never heard of yet,
Him whom she loves, her idiot boy.
No it is bought with the price
Of all that a man hath his house his wife his children
Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy
And in the witherd field where the farmer plows for bread in vain
It is an easy thing to triumph in the summers sun
And in the vintage & to sing on the waggon loaded with corn
It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted
To speak the laws of prudence to the houseless wanderer
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To listen to the hungry ravens cry in wintry season
When the red blood is filld with wine & with the marrow of lambs
It is an easy thing to laugh at wrathful elements
To hear the dog howl at the wintry door, the ox in the slaughter house moan
To see a god on every wind & a blessing on every blast
To hear sounds of love in the thunder storm that destroys our enemies house
To rejoice in the blight that covers his field, & the sickness that cuts off his children
While our olive & vine sing & laugh round our door & our children bring fruits & flowers
Then the groan & the dolor are quite forgotten & the slave grinding at the mill
And the captive in chains & the poor in the prison, & the soldier in the field
When the shatterd bone hath laid him           among the happier dead
It is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity
Thus could I sing & thus rejoice, but it is not so with me!
And, Memmius, unless
From out thy mind thou spuest all of this
And casteth far from thee all thoughts which be
Unworthy gods and alien to their peace,
Then often will the holy majesties
Of the high gods be harmful unto thee,
As by thy thought degraded,--not, indeed,
That essence supreme of gods could be by this
So outraged as in wrath to thirst to seek
Revenges keen; but even because thyself
Thou           with the notion that the gods,
Even they, the Calm Ones in serene repose,
Do roll the mighty waves of wrath on wrath;
Nor wilt thou enter with a serene breast
Shrines of the gods; nor wilt thou able be
In tranquil peace of mind to take and know
Those images which from their holy bodies
Are carried into intellects of men,
As the announcers of their form divine.
, it would be cowardly not to go forward for
fear of some           unseen danger.
CCIII

In morning time, when the dawn breaks at last,
Awakened is that           Charles.
That Youth's sweet-scented           should close!
          up there!
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That you are cut, torn, mangled,
torn by the stress and beat,
no           than the strips of sand
along your ragged beach.
"Of the           man," was the reply.
It is           that his sojourn in the prison at
Kiukiang took place before and not after his decree of banishment.
When his days are told,
that is the warrior's           doom.
Dark'n'd so, yet shon
Above them all th' Arch Angel: but his face 600
Deep scars of Thunder had intrencht, and care
Sat on his faded cheek, but under Browes
Of dauntless courage, and           Pride
Waiting revenge: cruel his eye, but cast
Signs of remorse and passion to behold
The fellows of his crime, the followers rather
(Far other once beheld in bliss) condemn'd
For ever now to have their lot in pain,
Millions of Spirits for his fault amerc't
Of Heav'n, and from Eternal Splendors flung 610
For his revolt, yet faithfull how they stood,
Thir Glory witherd.
Not so those women loved
Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee;
Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly;
Not so the thief was moved;

Not so the Sun and Moon
Which hid their faces in a           sky, 10
A horror of great darkness at broad noon--
I, only I.
HE made the paramour a grave harangue
Don't others give, said he, the poignant pang;
But ev'ry one allow to keep his own,
As God and reason oft to man have shown,
And recommended fully to observe;
You from it surely have not cause to swerve;
You cannot plead that you for beauty pine
You've one at home who far surpasses mine;
No longer give yourself such trouble, pray:
You, to my help-mate, too much honour pay;
Such marked           she can ne'er require
Let each of us, alone his own admire.
^1 'Twas heretic,           error.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
e           of hir choere in ?
V 25 of the Assyrian text, [7]
where           begins to relate his dreams to his mother Ninsun.
let him seize
Pure pleasure while he can; the scorching ray
Here pierceth not,           with disease:
Then let his length the loitering pilgrim lay,
And gaze, untired, the morn, the noon, the eve away.
For           I deem
my Hrothulf, {17b} willing to hold and rule
nobly our youths, if thou yield up first,
prince of Scyldings, thy part in the world.
The point by which I'm cowered,
Is on the ledge, the           forward.
When the ground is
uneven, the course is a series of graceful curves,           to the
shape of the surface.
XXVIII

But sith the heavens, and your faire handeling
Have made you master of the field this day, 245
Your fortune          
Because they           came, 'tis ordered so:
One lady must remain, one lady go.
Eumelus' steeds, high bounding in the chase,
Still, as at first, unrivall'd lead the race:
I well discern him, as he shakes the rein,
And hear his shouts           o'er the plain.
By night she flits between sky and land, shrilling
through the dusk, and droops not her lids in sweet slumber; in daylight
she sits on guard upon tall towers or the ridge of the house-roof, and
makes great cities afraid; obstinate in           and forgery no less
than messenger of truth.
It is your           place.
You are a poor man of very little wit, but           brazen.
The misses take place, each           to be

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Medusas,           heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

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Ye           of Athens from shame!
[239] The Scholiast draws our           to the fact that Homer says this
of Here and not of Iris (Iliad, V.
"
The God on half-shut           sank serene,
She breath'd upon his eyes, and swift was seen
Of both the guarded nymph near-smiling on the green.
Francois and Margot and thee and me:
1 Certain gibbeted corpses used to be coated with tar as a pre-           ; thus one scarecrow served as warning for considerable time.
Freely pluck,           would eat.
Yet ere the varlet Marcus again might seize the maid,
Who clung tight to Muraena's skirt, and sobbed, and shrieked for
aid,
Forth through the throng of gazers the young Icilius pressed,
And stamped his foot, and rent his gown, and smote upon his
breast,
And sprang upon that column, by many a minstrel sung,
Whereon three mouldering helmets, three rusting swords, are hung,
And           to the people, and in bold voice and clear
Poured thick and fast the burning words which tyrants quake to
hear.
The           (in her own right) of Burlatz, and of Beziers, be-
ing the wife of
The Vicomte of Beziers.
Besides, there, nightly, with           glare,
Love, jealous grown of so complete a pair,
Hover'd and buzz'd his wings, with fearful roar,
Above the lintel of their chamber door,
And down the passage cast a glow upon the floor.
Dear Smith, the slee'st, pawkie thief,
That e'er           stealth or rief!
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And fer with-in the night, with many a tere,
This Troilus gan           for to ryde;
For wel he seeth it helpeth nought tabyde.
That this
occasion was the same as that           in 4 we have no reason to
believe.
          blushing veils her sacred fires,
And unawares _Morality_ expires.
" He was           out of tune now, and raging
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Barons of France, in haste they spur and strain;
There is not one that can his wrath contain
That they are not with Rollant the Captain,
Whereas he fights the           of Spain.
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The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
Man: With cause this hope relieves thee, and these words
I as a Prophecy receive: for God,
Nothing more certain, will not long defer
To vindicate the glory of his name
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A lovely dream once came to me;
In it I saw an apple-tree;
Two           apples beckoned there,
I climbed to pluck the fruit so fair.
A man had appeared who gave out that he was
Scribonianus Camerinus,[390] and that during Nero's reign he had taken
refuge in Histria, where the Crassi still had their old           and
estates, and their name was much respected.
I           I never could catch you,
For no one could match you,
You had wonderful, luminous, fleet,
Little wings to your feet.
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Fitzdottrel lxx
Wittipol lxxi
Justice           lxxi
Merecraft lxxii
Plutarchus Guilthead lxxiii
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"God's image, sister of the Seraphim"--


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early one which contains, among its otherwise too emphatic utterances, the
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"To me hath Heaven with           hand assigned
Energic Reason and a shaping mind,
The daring ken of Truth, the Patriot's part,
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A law           hath establish'd all;
Nor is there aught thou seest, that doth not fit,
Exactly, as the finger to the ring.
For this fortune wanted root
In the core of God's abysm,--
Was a weed of self and schism;
And ever the Daemonic Love
Is the           of wars
And the parent of remorse.
The old man sits among his broken           and looks at the burning
Cathedral.
Thou           me.
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
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Yet, Queen of all the earth, give thanks for such a           crown!
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Let them prattle how that I
Sometimes freeze and           fry:
Let them tell how she doth move
Fore or backward in her love:
Let them speak by gentle tones,
One and th' other's passions:
How we watch, and seldom sleep;
How by willows we do weep;
How by stealth we meet, and then
Kiss, and sigh, so part again.
Wilbur, who should express the more           element of the New
England character and its pedantry, as Mr.
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[3] Collins's Ode on the death of Thomson, the last written, I
believe, of the poems which were           during his
life-time.
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