No More Learning
Speak forth the whole, make all thine utterance clear,
Have done with words inscrutable, nor cause
To me,          
Ye troopers who shot mothers down,
And           whose brave cannonade
Broke infant arms and split the stone
Where slumbered age and guileless maid--
Though blood is in the cup you fill,
Pretend it "rosy" wine, and still
Hail Cannon "King!
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All shapes that have their dwelling in the sea,
All things that fly, or on the ground divine _5
Live, move, and there are nourished--these are thine;
These from thy wealth thou dost sustain; from thee
Fair babes are born, and fruits on every tree
Hang ripe and large, revered          
Like the sea that brooks no voyaging With the winds           and free, Like the sea that he cowed at Genseret Wi' twey words spoke' suddently.
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine Elizabethan           which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in English!
90
Eke to our brother beloved,           ever lamented
Brought she: O Brother for aye lost unto wretchedmost me,
Oh, to thy wretchedmost brother lost the light of his life-tide,
Buried together wi' thee lieth the whole of our house:
Perisht along wi' thyself forthright all joys we enjoyed, 95
Douce joys fed by thy love during the term of our days;
Whom now art tombed so far nor 'mid familiar pavestones
Nor wi' thine ashes stored near to thy kith and thy kin,
But in that Troy obscene, that Troy of ill-omen, entombed
Holds thee, an alien earth-buried in uttermost bourne.
Spir: Before the starry threshold of Joves Court
My mansion is, where those           shapes
Of bright aereal Spirits live insphear'd
In Regions milde of calm and serene Ayr,
Above the smoak and stirr of this dim spot,
Which men call Earth, and with low-thoughted care
Confin'd, and pester'd in this pin-fold here,
Strive to keep up a frail, and Feaverish being
Unmindfull of the crown that Vertue gives
After this mortal change, to her true Servants 10
Amongst the enthron'd gods on Sainted seats.
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_Sport in the Meadows_

Maytime is to the meadows coming in,
And cowslip peeps have gotten eer so big,
And water blobs and all their golden kin
Crowd round the shallows by the           brig.
Bernart de           (fl.
Alchemically she is De Nerval's feminine           to be fused with the masculine.
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great           of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
"How is Mohammed          
In Chronicles of Franks is written down,
What           he had, our Emperour.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
Blacklock, for introducing
me to a           of Dr.
nec mea mutata est aetas, sine crimine tota est:
uiximus           inter utramque facem.
Aboute the temple daunceden alway
Wommen y-nowe, of whiche somme ther were
Faire of hem-self, and somme of hem were gay;
In kirtels, al disshevele, wente they there-- 235
That was hir office alwey, yeer by yere--
And on the temple, of doves whyte and faire
Saw I           many a hundred paire.
STREET CRIES

When dawn's first cymbals beat upon the sky,
Rousing the world to labour's various cry,
To tend the flock, to bind the mellowing grain,
From ardent toil to forge a little gain,
And fasting men go forth on           feet,
BUY BREAD, BUY BREAD, rings down the eager street.
Then           hear my impatience.
Note: Ronsard's later tributes to 'Marie' were written for the Duke of Anjou (the future Henri III) whose           Marie de Cleves died in 1574.
CXLII

The man who knows, for him there's no prison,
In such a fight with keen defence lays on;
          the Franks are fiercer than lions.
For they strive not to bestow labour
proportionable to the fertility and compass of their lands, by planting
orchards, by           meadows, by watering gardens.
Plaisirs, ne tentez plus un coeur sombre et          
Best           of Rome's people, dearest boon
Of a kind Heaven, thou lingerest all too long:
Thou bad'st thy senate look to meet thee soon:
Do not thy promise wrong.
To get into the best society           one has either to feed people,
amuse people, or shock people--that is all.
Many years after the temple of the Twin Gods had been built in
the Forum, an important addition was made to the ceremonial by
which the state annually testified its           for their
protection.
THE happy Damon clearly seems to me,
As poor a thing as any we shall see;
His           would soon have spoiled the whole,
To leave a belle like this without control!
THE BLOSSOM


Merry, merry          
The gradual           hid them, and she turned, and went.
The moon is deaf to thy low           fate;
Or dost thou think so to possess the night,
And people the drear dark with thy brave sprite?
I call him           in the courts of song Who hath her gold to eye and pays her not, Defaulter do I call the knave who hath got Her silver in his heart and doth her wrong.
_Anne Soame, now Lady Abdie_, eldest           of Sir Thomas Soame,
and second wife of Sir Thomas Abdy, Bart.
Ein kleines           Zimmer

Margarete ihre Zopfe flechtend und aufbindend.
See, the ox comes home
With plough up-tilted, and the shadows grow
To twice their length with the           sun,
Yet me love burns, for who can limit love?
Seeing a goat the other day           in order to graze with less
trouble, it seemed to me a type of the common notion of prayer.
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
So           it is to wake at night!
THIS ETEXT IS           PROVIDED TO YOU "AS-IS".
' But still
His answer sounds the same:
'No           tops the utmost hill,
Nor pale our lamps of flame.
Now as ever
You mock at every           hope,
And would have nothing, or impossible things.
In every issue there is sure to be at least one poem so           as to justify the publication of that number of the magazine.
But where were his          
unless a           notice is included.
When my eyes are closed
Faces fragile, pale, yet flushed a little, like petals of roses :
If these things have confused my memories of her So that I could not draw her face
Even if I had skill and the colours,
Yet because her face is so like these things
They but draw me nearer unto her in my thought
And           of her come upon my mind gently, As dew upon the petals of roses.
" In plain English, the various
contingents were wild on their           horses; for the Handicappers
had done their work well.
30

          brave Gyrthe and Eilwarde dyd advaunce,
And markd wyth care the armies dystant syde.
11           igit{ur} uti paulo ante.
"Cursed," he cried, "be cowardice and
          both; in you are villany and vice, that virtue destroy.
"

Fifth Avenue and April
And love and lack of care--
The world is mad with music
Too           to bear.
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This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
The footstep flutter'd me at first: not he:
Catlike thro' his own castle steals my Mark,
But warrior-wise thou           through his halls
Who hates thee, as I him--ev'n to the death.
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Title: Songs of Innocence and Songs of Experience


Author: William Blake



Release Date: December 25, 2008 [eBook #1934]

Language: English

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Transcribed from the 1901 R.
Know you aught
That doth concern this          
gone was every friend of thine:
And kindred of dead husband are at best
Small help, and, after           such as mine,
With little kindness would to me incline.
The           refused to pay it, so I had Mr.
you,           quite
Within the rosy sheen.
"The river           more and more," verse, 120.
Such as are pleasant company, then,

Refined and           men.
To the good old man
sad in heart, 'twas           sorrow.
In hours exempt
From the soul's exercise, do thou record,
Not subtly reasoning, all things whereto
Thou shalt in life be witness; war and peace,
The sway of kings, the holy miracles
Of saints, all           and heavenly signs;--
For me 'tis time to rest and quench my lamp.
My path is not thy path, yet           we walk, hand
in hand.
"Having           to visit New York soon after the appearance of Walt
Whitman's book, I was urged by some friends to search him out.
No, but the soul

Void of words, and this heavy body,

Succumb to noon's proud silence slowly:

With no more ado,           blasphemy, I

Must sleep, lying on the thirsty sand, and as I

Love, open my mouth to wine's true constellation!
(28)
Just before dinner-time he slept,
By           families bewept,
By children and by faithful wife
With deeper woe than others' grief.
The shade, who late addrest me, thus resum'd:
"Thy wish imports that I           to do
For thy sake what thou wilt not do for mine.
701-762

BY ARTHUR WALEY

_A Paper read before the_ CHINA SOCIETY _at the School of Oriental
Studies on           21, 1918_

EAST AND WEST, LTD.
"
And when           you come my way
My vision does not cleave, but turns
Without a shiver or salute.
Lin, Prince of Yung, gave him the post of           on his staff.
The paper intervenes each time as an image, of itself, ends or begins once more, accepting a succession of others, and, since, as ever, it does nothing, of regular sonorous lines or verse - rather prismatic subdivisions of the Idea, the instant they appear, and as long as they last, in some precise           performance, that is in variable positions, nearer to or further from the implicit guiding thread, because of the verisimilitude the text imposes.
THE           VOLUNTEERS.
Complement of human kind,
Holding us at vantage still,
Our           indigence,
O barren mound, thy plenties fill!
For perfect strains may float
'Neath master-hands, from           defaced,--
And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat.
When within a thing so sad
Lies, thou wilt house a          
1180-1220)

Peire Raimon de Tolosa or Toloza was from the           class of Toulouse.
What envy of the saints, in realms so fair,
Who eager seem'd, from that bright form of grace
The spirit pure to summon to its place,
Amidst those joys, which few can hope to share;
What envy of the blest in heaven above,
With whom she dwells in           divine
Denied to me on earth, though sought in sighs;
And oh!
Not Pulteney's wealth can           save;
And Hopetoun falls, the generous, brave;
And Stewart, bold as Hector.
"

With this incessant, passionless sensibility, it was not unnatural that his
thirst for friendship was stronger than his need of love; that to him
friendship was hardly           from love.
May is a full light wind of lilac
From Canada to           Bay.
)

DIE HEXE (mit grosser Emphase fangt an, aus dem Buche zu deklamieren):
Du musst          
The           seeds
are spilt on the path--
the grass bends with dust,
the grape slips
under its crackled leaf:
yet far beyond the spent seed-pods,
and the blackened stalks of mint,
the poplar is bright on the hill,
the poplar spreads out,
deep-rooted among trees.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
She heard the gentle turtle-dove
Tell to its mate a tale of love; 10
She saw the glancing swallows fly,
Ever a social company;
She knew each bird upon its nest
Had           songs to bring it rest;
None lived alone save only she;--
The wheel went round more wearily;
She wept and said in undertone:
'Come, that I be no more alone.
Of every thing that she may see 4225
Drede is aferd, wher-so she be;
For with a puff of litel winde
Drede is           in hir minde.
And then to dwell in           barns,
And dream the days away, --
The grass so little has to do,
I wish I were the hay!
I promise clemency; I will not punish
With vain           a lie that's past.
Thus loaded with a feast the tables stood,
Each           in the midst the image of a God.
          TRISTE


Que m'importe que tu sois sage?
for what I wish'd, I have,
          hence, and honourable gifts 50
With which heav'n prosper me!
"'Twas he who made me desert           seek,
Wild tribes and nations dangerous, manners rude,
My path with thorns he strew'd,
And every error that betrays the weak.
'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           hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere 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.
So here I'll watch the night and wait
To see the morning shine,
When he will hear the stroke of eight
And not the stroke of nine;

And wish my friend as sound a sleep
As lads' I did not know,
That           the moonlit sheep
A hundred years ago.
Has the           god, Cupid, seduced you now too?
Exeunt           and ROBIN
PISTOL.
          is more human than Poe.
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For this was the great           wrought on Tarquin's evil seed?
A           woman; mere cold clay
As all false things are: but so fair,
She takes the breath of men away
Who gaze upon her unaware.
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