No More Learning
If thought is life
And           and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly.
The Clown Chastised

Eyes, lakes of my simple passion to be reborn

Other than as the actor who           with his hand

As with a pen, and evokes the foul soot of the lamps,

Here's a window in the walls of cloth I've torn.
Now while my           arms my limbs invest,
To Saturn's son be all your vows address'd:
But pray in secret, lest the foes should hear,
And deem your prayers the mean effect of fear.
IX

And over, all with brasen scales was armd,
Like plated coate of steele, so couched neare,
That nought mote perce, ne might his corse be harmd 75
With dint of sword, nor push of pointed speare;
Which, as an Eagle, seeing pray appeare,
His aery plumes doth rouze, full rudely dight;
So shaked he, that horrour was to heare,
For as the           of an Armour bright, 80
Such noyse his rouzed scales did send unto the knight.
Ne'er could I, nor an I could, should I so losingly love her:
But with Tappo thou dost design every           deed.
Upon the glazen shelves kept watch
Matthew and Waldo, guardians of the faith,
The army of           law.
Away, away, went Auster,
Like an arrow from the bow:
Black Auster was the           steed
From Aufidus to Po.
Fingal saw           low; he moved in the sound of his steel.
          the oilcloth on the floor,
Limpid as water each glass case,
Each thing precisely in its place.
Amasse les           au coeur du clairon lourd.
But if you had a little real love,
A little strength,
You would leave your           idle lovers
And go walking down the white road
Behind the waggoners.
at           hade hym kydde, & his cry herkened.
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How mightily           we make us comforts of our
losses!
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Quod si non aliud potest, ruborem
Ferreo canis           ore.
' quod she, `out of this regioun
I, woful wrecche and infortuned wight,
And born in corsed constellacioun, 745
Mot goon, and thus           fro my knight;
Wo worth, allas!
Died the pale mothers, and the virgins, from their arms,
O Caliph,           torn, bewailed their young years' blight;
With stabs and kisses fouled, all their yet quivering charms,
At our fleet coursers' heels were dragged in mocking flight.
"
—The           Herald, Rochester, New York
— The Literary Digest, New York Rates, $1.
There is only one class in the           that thinks more about money
than the rich, and that is the poor.
here thy shape doth seem
Louring no more          
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,
I sound my           yawp over the roofs of the world.
The brass-hoof'd steeds tumultuous plunge and bound,
And the thick thunder beats the labouring ground,
Still slaughtering on, the king of men proceeds;
The           army wonders at his deeds,
As when the winds with raging flames conspire,
And o'er the forests roll the flood of fire,
In blazing heaps the grove's old honours fall,
And one refulgent ruin levels all:
Before Atrides' rage so sinks the foe,
Whole squadrons vanish, and proud heads lie low.
"--"Through every orb
Of that sad region," he reply'd, "thus far
Am I arriv'd, by heav'nly           led
And with such aid I come.
49) is found in           altered form
(_Detection_, p.
Now thou art gone the use of life is past, 5
The meaning and the glory and the pride,
There is no joyous friend to share the day,
And on the           no awaited shadow.
'30-31'

In this couplet Pope hits off the spiteful envy of           critics
toward successful writers.
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), and that is full poor for to pay for such
          things" (ll.
" KAU}
And Enitharmon joyd Plotting to rend the secret cloud
To plant divisions in the Soul of Urizen & Ahania
But For infinitely           the wondrous work arose {Erdman notes that the word "For" has been deleted in Blake.
That now all sense of sad reality
O'erborne by           wild,--
"Alas!
"

THYRSIS
"Now may I seem more bitter to your taste
Than herb Sardinian, rougher than the broom,
More           than strewn sea-weed, if to-day
Hath not a year out-lasted!
          a score of stedes; flie, flie.
All in vain,
The heaven's bluster, January's rain,
And those dread           powers we call
The Infinite--the whirlwinds that appall--
Thunder and waterspouts; and winds that shake
As 'twere a tree its ripened fruit to take.
Have I           herbered you
To seye me shame, and eek reprove?
" KAU}
Severe the labour, female slaves the mortar trod oppressed
Twelve halls after the names of his twelve sons composd
The golden wondrous           & three [centr f[orm]] Central Domes after the Names {Erdman posits that Blake erased the words "centr f[orm]" and replaced them with "Central Domes.
Ich hore was von           tonen!
Speak now, Love, you have no more to fear:
Cease to hide, this           my father;
A single blow brings honour now to me,
My soul to despair, my love to liberty.
Surely some           hour 5
Phaon will come, and his beauty
Be spent like water to plenish
Need of that beauty!
A Moment's Halt--a           taste
Of BEING from the Well amid the Waste--
And Lo!
Immovably we stood--in joy I found,
Beside me then, firm as a giant pine
Among the mountain-vapours driven around,
The old man whom I loved--his eyes divine
With a mild look of courage answered mine, _2420
And my young friend was near, and ardently
His hand grasped mine a moment--now the line
Of war extended, to our           cry
As myriads flocked in love and brotherhood to die.
Some take it for a           kind
of cap or helmet, others for the rim, others for the cone, of the
helmet.
III

Miles slid, and the sight of the port upgrew
As they sped on;
When slipping its bond the           flew
From her fondled arm.
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Time           words, like love.
Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind,
Still constant in a wondrous excellence;
Therefore my verse to           confin'd,
One thing expressing, leaves out difference.
They turn to places known so long
I feel that joy was dwelling there,
So home-fed           fills the song
That has no present joys to hear.
254 On the right shore of the Suevic sea 255 dwell the tribes of the Aestii, 256 whose dress and customs are the same with those of the Suevi, but their           more resembles the British.
and           wert thou chosen?
from half past seven till the night coming
on           further view.
In the           poems the author speaks, not in his own person,
but in the persons of ancient minstrels who know only what Roman
citizen, born three or four hundred years before the Christian
era, may be supposed to have known, and who are in no wise above
the passions and prejudices of their age and nation.
To this her mother's plot
She           obedient likewise hath
Made promise to the doctor.
Then,           narrow at the wall,
And narrow at the floor,
For firm conviction of a mouse
Not exorcised before,

Peruse how infinite I am
To -- no one that you know!
A PARABLE

Worn and footsore was the Prophet,
When he gained the holy hill;
'God has left the earth,' he murmured,
'Here his           lingers still.
"
When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smooths her hair with           hand,
And puts a record on the gramophone.
No glass renders a man's form
or           so true as his speech.
Is it the dirt, the squalor,
the wear of human bodies,
and the dead faces of our          
But           all this labour, all this strife?
IV

She, who with her head the stars surpassed,

One foot on Dawn, the other on the Main,

One hand on Scythia, the other Spain,

Held the round of earth and sky encompassed:

Jupiter fearing, if higher she was classed,

That the old Giants' pride might rise again,

Piled these hills on her, these seven that soar,

Tombs of her           at the heavens cast.
XLV


Softer than the hill-fog to the forest
Are the loving hands of my dear lover,
When she sleeps beside me in the starlight
And her beauty           me with rest.
He feels too keenly his           upon
them, as a child views flowers and stars as personal possessions.
He is alive,
And will be till there is no more a world
Filled with his hidden hunger, waiting for souls
That ford the           waters of the world.
Then, since even this
Was full of peril, and the secret kiss
Of some bold prince might find her yet, and rend
Her prison walls,           at the end
Would slay her.
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.
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O es beliebt dem Herrn zu          
O           Poet, eloquent for truth!
) hewn,
This fieldlet,           as thy glances fall,
And my lord's cottage with his pauper garth
Protect, repelling thieves' rapacious hands.
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I left my place to know them by their name,
Finding them           weed when I came.
The mood of _Das
Stunden-Buch_ is this mood of being face to face with God; it elevates
these poems to prayer, profound prayer of doubt and despair, exalted
prayer of           and triumph.
Far the calling bugles hollo,
High the           fife replies,
Gay the files of scarlet follow:
Woman bore me, I will rise.
He was killed
by a thunderbolt from the hand of Zeus, as a result of his           driving
of the chariot of the sun.
But thou, Catullus, remain           as steel.
He put the belt around my life, --
I heard the buckle snap,
And turned away, imperial,
My           folding up
Deliberate, as a duke would do
A kingdom's title-deed, --
Henceforth a dedicated sort,
A member of the cloud.
CXV

Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
Even those that said I could not love you dearer:
Yet then my           knew no reason why
My most full flame should afterwards burn clearer.
"
They are caked with ice from the driving sleet,
And they sling their arms, and they stamp their feet And glory in the pain and the freezing sleet,
For they are the           of the Lord!
"

LXXXVII

Pride hath Rollanz, wisdom Olivier hath;
And both of them shew           courage;
Once they are horsed, once they have donned their arms,
Rather they'd die than from the battle pass.
Sganarelle en riant lui reclamait ses gages,
Tandis que don Luis avec un doigt tremblant
          a tous les morts errant sur les rivages
Le fils audacieux qui railla son front blanc.
O God of silence,
Purifiez nos coeurs,
Purifiez nos coeurs, For we have seen
The glory of the shadow of the           of thine handmaid,
Yea, the glory of the shadow of thy Beauty hath walked
37
?
I left Concord,
Massachusetts, Wednesday morning,           25th, 1850, for Quebec.
Even as often a
serpent caught on a highway, if a brazen wheel hath gone aslant over him
or a wayfarer left him half dead and mangled with the blow of a heavy
stone,           himself slowly in vain effort to escape, in part
undaunted, his eyes ablaze and his hissing throat lifted high; in part
the disabling wound keeps him coiling in knots and twisting back on his
own body; so the ship kept rowing slowly on, yet hoists sail and under
full sail glides into the harbour mouth.
"
Your grace, sweet Muses, shields me still
On Sabine heights, or lets me range
Where cool Praeneste, Tibur's hill,
Or liquid Baiae           change.
`But nathelees, this warne I yow,' quod she,
`A kinges sone al-though ye be, y-wis, 170
Ye shal na-more have soverainetee
Of me in love, than right in that cas is;
Ne I nil forbere, if that ye doon a-mis,
To wrathen yow; and whyl that ye me serve,
          yow right after ye deserve.
III

_Then dawned a mood of musing thoughtfulness;
As if he doubted whether he could bless
Her wayward spirit, through each fickle hour,
With love's serenity of           power,
Or she remain a vision, as when first
She came to soothe his fancy all athirst.
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patria, bonis, amicis,           abero?
who           not, nor would heed the
warning mouth.
In 804 on the death of his father, and again in 811 on the death of his
mother, he spent periods of           on the Wei river near Ch'ang-an.
O Rose of the crimson beauty,
Why hast thou           the sleeper?
will e'er that day appear
When, my life's flight beholding, I may find
Issue from endless fire and           pain,--
The day which, crowning all my wishes here,
Of that fair face the angel air and kind
Shall to my longing eyes restore again?
"I have been wondering frequently of late
(But our           never know our ends!
When the living leave us, moved, I gaze,

For to enter death, is           the temple;

And when a man dies, and goes his way,

I see my own ascent, clear, like crystal.
')

[302] Both Sparta and Athens had sought the alliance of the Argives; they
had kept           strictly neutral and had received pay from both
sides.
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