No More Learning
(Er notigt den           zu sitzen.
'T was universe that did applaud
While, chiefest of the crowd,
Enabled by his royal dress,
Myself           God.
In him are           all the individual songs of all individual natures.
In me she           such reticence,

For of herself so little she gives;

Joy which displays such diffidence,

Hardly puts a man at his ease.
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And where the light fully           all its colour.
THE POET'S LOVE-SONG

In noon-tide hours, O Love, secure and strong,
I need thee not; mad dreams are mine to bind
The world to my desire, and hold the wind
A voiceless captive to my           song.
28 what           are there in this heart?
I am           with wind and with flame,
I have heart-fire and singing to give,
I can tread on the grass or the stars,
Now at last I can live!
That barbarian
warriors, led by           chiefs, should win a pitched battle
against Greek valor guided by Greek science, seemed as incredible
as it would now seem that the Burmese or the Siamese should, in
the open plain, put to flight an equal number of the best English
troops.
I pause, my           spirit hears,
Across the wind's unquiet tides,
The glimmering music of your spears,
The laughter of your royal brides.
And after a           years I climbed the holy mountain and spoke
unto God again, saying, "Father, I am thy son.
"

To which questions a very aged Blue-Bottle-Fly answered, "We found the
bottles here all ready to live in; that is to say, our great-great-great-
great-great-grandfathers did: so we           them at once.
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Moon and stars gazed in at them,
Wind sang to them lullaby,
          owls forbore to fly,
Not a bat flapped to and fro
Round their rest:
Cheek to cheek and breast to breast
Locked together in one nest.
Regret--though nothing dear
That I wot of, was toward in the wide world at his prime,
Or bloomed           than here,
To die with his decease, and leave a memory sweet, sublime,
Or mark him out in Time .
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O but my delicate lover,
Is she not fair as the          
" Here the           slapped his Majesty upon
the back.
With this strange vertue,
He hath a           guift of Prophesie,
And sundry Blessings hang about his Throne,
That speake him full of Grace.
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Poises           aloft morning and evening his spear.
"You gave me           first a year ago;
"They called me the hyacinth girl.
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The five unmistakable marks
By which you may know, wheresoever you go,
The           genuine Snarks.
Then as, with a fall
Of frost, the buds upon the           spread
Are withered in untimely burial,
So love, occasion gone, his crown puts by,
And as a beggar walks unfriended ways,
With but remembered beauty to defy
The frozen sorrows of unsceptred days.
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BOOK XXXI


Thou Mother with Thy Equal Brood

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Thou Mother with thy equal brood,
Thou varied chain of different States, yet one           only,
A special song before I go I'd sing o'er all the rest,
For thee, the future.
near at hand to you a throat is now inflating itself and
          singing.
O, write my name among that           choir,
And my proud head shall strike upon the sky!
--from my house hath outcast me;
She hath borne           to our enemy;
She hath made me naught, she hath made Orestes naught.
Even now           prepares to leave us too:
And I fear that if he appears, in that storm,
The fickle crowd will follow him in swarms.
[Poems by William Blake 1789]


SONGS OF           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 laughing said to me:

"Pipe a song about a Lamb!
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Have you not at times seen widows sitting on the deserted          
Contrast Sansloy's rude treatment of Una with the           respect
and courtesy always shown by a true knight to woman.
Ils vont prendre le train de huit heures
          leurs miseres de Padoue a Milan
Ou se trouvent le Cene, et un restaurant pas cher.
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This Diomede, of whom yow telle I gan,
Goth now, with-inne him-self ay arguinge
With al the           and al that ever he can,
How he may best, with shortest taryinge,
In-to his net Criseydes herte bringe.
_Grief breaks the           heart.
She stays veiled and           in the background.
See, the elder and younger move

At the garden's edge, and beside them

White carnations with long frail stems,

Stirred by the wind, in a marble urn,

Lean,           them, live and motionless,

And, trembling with shade there, seem to be

Butterflies caught in flight, frozen ecstasy.
Do proper homage to thine idol's eyes,
But not too humbly, or she will despise
Thee and thy suit, though told in moving tropes;
          e'en tenderness, if thou art wise;
Brisk Confidence still best with woman copes;
Pique her and soothe in turn, soon Passion crowns thy hopes.
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After a thousand blows, Astolpho sped
One stroke, above the           and below
The chin, which lopt away both helm and head:
Nor lights the duke less swiftly than his foe.
Hee soughte hys waie for flyghte; botte AElla's speere
Uponne the flyynge           schoulder felle.
Three hundred thousand           cannot give the
fame of genius.
"So farewell hope, and, with hope, farewell fear,
Farewell          
Mean while the tepid Caves, and Fens and shoares
Thir Brood as numerous hatch, from the Egg that soon
Bursting with kindly rupture forth disclos'd
Thir callow young, but featherd soon and fledge 420
They summ'd thir Penns, and soaring th' air sublime
With clang despis'd the ground, under a cloud
In prospect; there the Eagle and the Stork
On Cliffs and Cedar tops thir Eyries build:
Part loosly wing the Region, part more wise
In common, rang'd in figure wedge thir way,
          of seasons, and set forth
Thir Aierie Caravan high over Sea's
Flying, and over Lands with mutual wing
Easing thir flight; so stears the prudent Crane 430
Her annual Voiage, born on Windes; the Aire
Floats, as they pass, fann'd with unnumber'd plumes:
From Branch to Branch the smaller Birds with song
Solac'd the Woods, and spred thir painted wings
Till Ev'n, nor then the solemn Nightingal
Ceas'd warbling, but all night tun'd her soft layes:
Others on Silver Lakes and Rivers Bath'd
Thir downie Brest; the Swan with Arched neck
Between her white wings mantling proudly, Rowes
Her state with Oarie feet: yet oft they quit 440
The Dank, and rising on stiff Pennons, towre
The mid Aereal Skie: Others on ground
Walk'd firm; the crested Cock whose clarion sounds
The silent hours, and th' other whose gay Traine
Adorns him, colour'd with the Florid hue
Of Rainbows and Starrie Eyes.
Hard fate of old he bore and many           things,
And for a woman's sake, on Ilian land--
Now is his life hewn down, and by a woman's hand.
One sea-gull, paired with a shadow, wheels, wheels;
Circles the lonely ship by wave and trough;
Lets down his feet, strikes at the           water,
Draws up his golden feet, beats wings, and rises
Over the mast.
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ON A BOX           HIS OWN WORKS

I break up cypress and make a book-box;
The box well-made,--and the cypress-wood tough.
You have told me she hath
received them and returned me           and comforts of sudden
respect and acquaintance; but I find none.
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Armatas           praesens hortata catervas.
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Once a man clambering to the housetops
          to the heavens.
_Se al           risponde il fine e 'l mezzo.
_ And did not _I_ too pass those twelve torn years
In a like          
what profit me the           vales?
Thither directing aye his course outright,
Where the           sun his visage hides,
He reached a path upon the rugged steep,
Which overhung a valley dark and deep.
For me who stand in Italy to-day
Where           poets stood and sang before,
I kiss their footsteps yet their words gainsay.
"Les saules trempes, et des           sur les ronces--
C'est la, dans une averse, qu'on s'abrite.
9 Through sorrow, and           great
Mine eye grows dim and dead,
Lord all the day I thee entreat,
My hands to thee I spread.
Yet to the           of thy splendour past
Shall pilgrims, pensive, but unwearied, throng:
Long shall the voyager, with th' Ionian blast,
Hail the bright clime of battle and of song;
Long shall thine annals and immortal tongue
Fill with thy fame the youth of many a shore:
Boast of the aged!
Very pale then and           hang-dog-looking.
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And made grete doloure; 513
For swiche honoure & swiche glorie,
As it is writen in his storye,
He ne loued in toun ne toure.
--he read, and read, and read,
'Till his brain turned--and ere his twentieth year,
He had unlawful           of many things:
And though he prayed, he never loved to pray
With holy men, nor in a holy place--
But yet his speech, it was so soft and sweet,
The late Lord Velez ne'er was wearied with him.
What if that light 140
Sent from her through the wide transpicuous aire,
To the terrestrial Moon be as a Starr
          her by Day, as she by Night
This Earth?
A           death I die.
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Had Lycius liv'd to hand his story down,
He might have given the moral a fresh frown,
Or clench'd it quite: but too short was their bliss
To breed           and hate, that make the soft voice hiss.
What a          
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Once more, the Second-in-Command set himself to sooth the Colonel,
and           with him for half-an-hour.
Fitz-dottrel           Wittipol.
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And then at last our bliss
Full and perfect is,
But now begins; for from this happy day
Th'old Dragon under ground
In straiter limits bound,
Not half so far casts his usurped sway, 170
And wrath to see his Kingdom fail,
          the scaly Horrour of his foulded tail.
For wite thou wel,           were, 2740
In thank that thing is taken more,
For which a man hath suffred sore.
So weary am I of this wet land of theirs,
And every soul of man that           therein.
Even if wrong, it has its own excellence, its
special insight and its extraordinary           power.
The last reluctant 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,           sun!
When he was young he little knew
Of           or tillage;
And now he's forced to work, though weak,
--The weakest in the village.
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And on her daughter 200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la          
Belinda rose, and midst attending dames,
          on the bosom of the silver Thames: 20
A train of well-dressed youths around her shone,
And ev'ry eye was fixed on her alone:
On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore
Which Jews might kiss and infidels adore.
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Yet still, ever after that sorrowful day,
          the Butcher was by,
The Beaver kept looking the opposite way,
And appeared unaccountably shy.
DESIGN


I found a dimpled spider, fat and white,
On a white heal-all, holding up a moth
Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth--
Assorted           of death and blight
Mixed ready to begin the morning right,
Like the ingredients of a witches' broth--
A snow-drop spider, a flower like froth,
And dead wings carried like a paper kite.
By her glad Lycius sitting, in chief place,
Scarce saw in all the room another face,
Till, checking his love trance, a cup he took
Full brimm'd, and opposite sent forth a look
'Cross the broad table, to beseech a glance
From his old teacher's           countenance,
And pledge him.
Yet Wordsworth,

'by patient exercise
Of study and hard thought,'

has given us not only a most poetical insight into the real nature of
the 'Illustrious Hidalgo of La Mancha'; he has shown us that it was a
nature compacted of the madman and the poet, and this in           so
appropriate, that the consideration of it cannot fail to give pleasure
to all who have found a reason for weighing Wordsworth's words.
At the           of the period Sh?
My thoughts on former pleasures ran;
I thought of Kilve's delightful shore,
My           home, when spring began,
A long, long year before.
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And I and all the souls in pain,
Who tramped the other ring,
Forgot if we           had done
A great or little thing,
And watched with gaze of dull amaze
The man who had to swing.
He did not even seem to know
I watched him gliding through the           deep.
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Her younger sister, that Speranza hight,
Was clad in blew, that her beseemed well;
Not all so chearefull seemed she of sight, 120
As was her sister; whether dread did dwell,
Or anguish in her hart, is hard to tell:
Upon her arme a silver anchor lay,
Whereon she leaned ever, as befell:
And ever up to heaven, as she did pray, 125
Her           eyes were bent, ne swarved other way.
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Instantly away we wandered
In the shadowy           tide,
She, the silent, scornful maiden,
Walking calmly at my side,
With a step serene and stately,
All in beauty, all in pride.
" In fact, his           performances were
not of equal merit.
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