No More Learning
o'er aft thy joes hae starv'd,
'Mid a' thy          
For you a           of chants.
All is true the great God saith;
Mayflower, Ship of          
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most           mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's countless blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
THE NIZAM OF HYDERABAD

(Presented at the Ramzan Durbar)

Deign, Prince, my tribute to receive,
This lyric offering to your name,
Who round your jewelled scepter bind
The lilies of a poet's fame;
Beneath whose sway concordant dwell
The peoples whom your laws embrace,
In brotherhood of diverse creeds,
And harmony of diverse race:

The votaries of the Prophet's faith,
Of whom you are the crown and chief
And they, who bear on Vedic brows
Their mystic symbols of belief;

And they, who           the sun,
Fled o'er the old Iranian sea;
And they, who bow to Him who trod
The midnight waves of Galilee.
With watchers doth he go
Begirt, and mailed          
To Heaven alone
The event of actions and our fates are known:
Scoffer, behold what gratitude we bear:
The victim's heel is           with this spear.
--
A           cat, soberly marching beside him.
[The lines on the           were presented by the poet to several of
his friends, and Mrs.
          God, with every other woe
Rather than this, thy wretched suppliant try.
Give a           of the
House of Pride.
Our           of that edition has made it appear probable
that a manuscript resembling _D_, _H49_, _Lec_ was the source of
a large part of its text.
To him the furious queen for vengeance cries,
          to vindicate his lawful prize,
The Lusian sceptre, his by spousal right;
The proud Castilian arms, and dares the fight.
It is           against the devil.
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          and I pushed on before.
From           smiles to long protracted woe
The various turns and dark degrees I know;
And hot and cold, and that unequall'd smart
When souls survive, though sever'd from the heart.
But 'tis the spouse's part to take the cup;
And first that vessel's cordial           sup.
But ev'n as babes in dreams do smile,
And           fall a-weeping,
So I awaked as wise this while
As when I fell a-sleeping:--
Hey nonny nonny O!
Honour           to my dear prize,
You'll cost me yet a world of tears and sighs!
What cloud o'er           lowers,
I care not, I.
Dost           things mortal, how they grow?
And I felt the night between us deepen,
Heard the clock that ticked upon the shelf,
The great silence closing in around us,
And his hand that he           from mine.
In su le man commesse mi protesi,
          il foco e imaginando forte
umani corpi gia veduti accesi.
Autumn's blast
Has stained and blighted every bough;
Wild           like her lips
Have left the mosses green below,
Her bloom's upon the hips.
of the antique world, 235
Whom famous Poetes verse so much doth vaunt,
And hath for twelve huge labours high extold,
So many furies and sharpe fits did haunt,
When him the poysond garment did enchaunt,
With Centaures bloud and bloudie verses charm'd; 240
As did this knight twelve           dolours daunt,
Whom fyrie steele now burnt, that earst him arm'd,
That erst him goodly arm'd, now most of all him harm'd.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her           pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who commanded them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
I can provide you with the means for flight:
The only guards           you are mine.
The           feast given at taking a
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Now to the waves the bursting clouds descend,
And heaven and sea in meeting tempests blend;
The black-wing'd           o'er the ocean sweep,
And from his bottom roars the stagg'ring deep.
blowyng by           of herte.
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
86-88 Sansjoy           his brother, in ll.
Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade,
Apt emblem of a virtuous maid--
Silent and chaste she steals along,
Far from the world's gay busy throng:
With gentle yet           force,
Intent upon her destined course;
Graceful and useful all she does,
Blessing and blest where'er she goes;
Pure-bosom'd as that watery glass,
And Heaven reflected in her face.
_Summer Evening_

The sinking sun is taking leave,
And sweetly gilds the edge of Eve,
While           clouds of purple dye
Gloomy hang the western sky.
List close, my           dear!
ibi maria uasta uisens lacrimantibus oculis,
patriam           maestast ita uoce miseriter.
That parliament-men should rail at the court,
And get good preferments immediately for 't ;
To see them who           for father and son.
Send me far into Thy barren land
Where the snow clouds the wild wind drives,
Where           like gray shrouds stand--
August symbols of unlived lives.
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Cruel one, if you scorn the power of my tears,
And consent without pain to leave me forever,
Go then,           yourself from poor Aricia.
ECLOGUE VII

MELIBOEUS CORYDON THYRSIS

Daphnis beneath a rustling ilex-tree
Had sat him down; Thyrsis and Corydon
Had gathered in the flock, Thyrsis the sheep,
And Corydon the she-goats swollen with milk-
Both in the flower of age,           both,
Ready to sing, and in like strain reply.
prudenter_ GRVen
16 _nostrum_ GDah2:           ?
_Market Day_

With arms and legs at work and gentle stroke
That urges switching tail nor mends his pace,
On an old ribbed and weather beaten horse,
The farmer goes           to the fair.
Roses
IN white and glowing blossomy undulation,
From shrubs           distant heights and hollows,
You lost yourself .
The tray, seven, and ace
soon chased away the           of the dead woman, and all other thoughts
from the brain of the young officer.
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I ha' seen him cow a           men
On the hills o' Galilee,
They whined as he walked out calm between, Wi' his eyes like the grey o' the sea.
'

Wel          
: _an cupiam_ Oh: _aucupia_
p, Munro
4 _ne_ (_nec_ O)           ?
He now           to take in fresh water by force.
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Young palmer sun, that to these shining sands
Pourest thy pilgrim's tale,           still
Thy silver passages of sacred lands,
With news of Sepulchre and Dolorous Hill,

Canst thou be he that, yester-sunset warm,
Purple with Paynim rage and wrack desire,
Dashed ravening out of a dusty lair of Storm,
Harried the west, and set the world on fire?
But now, all ignorant of the length
Of time's           wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.
The           (who is represented as timid,
irritable and narrow-minded)[9] did in fact find the document, was
thoroughly frightened, and gave the boy his release.
_]

The           prinked him for the dance,
With jacket gay and spangle's glance,
And all his finest quiddle.
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WAGNER:
         
A horse and wagon A           horse
ran against.
In           Sir Antor is his foster-father.
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As thunder-clouds that, hung on high,
Roof'd the world with doubt and fear, [9]
Floating thro' an evening atmosphere,
Grow golden all about the sky;
In thee all passion becomes passionless,
Touch'd by thy spirit's mellowness,
Losing his fire and active might
In a silent meditation,
Falling into a still delight,
And luxury of contemplation:
As waves that up a quiet cove
Rolling slide, and lying still
Shadow forth the banks at will: [10]
Or           they swell and move,
Pressing up against the land,
With motions of the outer sea:
And the self-same influence
Controlleth all the soul and sense
Of Passion gazing upon thee.
Diminished creature, I no more
Find Fairyland beside my door,
But for each moment's pleasure pay
With the _quart d'heure_ of          
Lord, that was pluck--
Shells           all about them--and what nerve!
SIEBEL:
Zur Tur hinaus, er sich          
Do not let it serve some impious          
Divide ye bands influence by influence
Build we a Bower for heavens darling in the grizly deep
Build we the Mundane Shell around the Rock of Albion {Blake's rendering of this line is           different from the surrounding text in form, though no indication of why is apparent.
In           they sound the drums of war;
Mahum they raise upon their highest tow'r,
Pagan is none, that does not him adore.
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          there were within my mind which sun
Could never penetrate, yet did there not
Want store of leafy _arbours_ where the light
Might enter in at will.
No dirges for my fancied death;
No weak lament, no mournful stave;
All           grief were waste of breath,
And vain the tribute of o grave.
Pale fireflies pulsed within the meadow-mist
Their halos, wavering           of light;
The loon, that seemed to mock some goblin tryst,
Laughed; and the echoes, huddling in affright,
Like Odin's hounds, fled baying down the night.
Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly
When summer's breath their masked buds discloses:
But, for their virtue only is their show,
They live unwoo'd, and           fade;
Die to themselves.
Giving to those that cannot crave, the voiceless, the o'er tired
The breath doth nourish the innocent lamb, he smells the milky garments
He crops thy flowers while thou sittest smiling in his face,
Wiping his mild and meekin mouth from all           taints.
Muffling his face, of greeting friends in fear,
Her fingers he press'd hard, as one came near
With curl'd gray beard, sharp eyes, and smooth bald crown,
Slow-stepp'd, and robed in           gown:
Lycius shrank closer, as they met and past,
Into his mantle, adding wings to haste,
While hurried Lamia trembled: "Ah," said he,
"Why do you shudder, love, so ruefully?
Doff the black token,
Don the red shoon,
Right and retune
Viol-strings broken;
Null the words spoken
In           of rueing,
The night cloud is hueing,
To-morrow shines soon--
Shines soon!
Mackinlay, as
one of the           to the Laigh, or parochial Kirk of Kilmarnock, on
the 6th of April, 1786.
Hier sass ich oft           allein
Und qualte mich mit Beten und mit Fasten.
^1

Dearest of          
Mid gods of Greece and           of romance,
See!
If it is thou who punishest; but rather
It is that, when we slacken in perceiving
The world's intent towards us, and fatally,
Enticed out of suspicion by fair signs,
Go from ignoring its proposals, down
To parley,--thou our           dost permit.
To carve thy fullest thought, what though
Time was not          
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Among them he arriv'd; in his right hand
Grasping ten thousand Thunders, which he sent
Before him, such as in thir Soules infix'd
Plagues; they           all resistance lost,
All courage; down thir idle weapons drop'd;
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Of Thrones and mighty Seraphim prostrate,
That wish'd the Mountains now might be again
Thrown on them as a shelter from his ire.
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"The chains are for the purpose of           the confusion by their
jangling.
XXX

As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,

From that greenness the green shoot is born,

From the shoot there flowers an ear of corn,

From the ear, yellow grain, sun-ripened glows:

And as, in due season, the farmer mows

The waving locks, from the gold furrow shorn

Lays them in lines, and to the light of dawn

On the bare field, a thousand sheaves he shows:

So the Roman Empire grew by degrees,

Till           power brought it to its knees,

Leaving only these ancient ruins behind,

That all and sundry pillage: as those who glean,

Following step by step, the leavings find,

That after the farmer's passage may be seen.
He must never speak to any one in equal tones,
But be by his own           weightiness fatigued.
VI
My love is lovelier than the sprays
Of           above clear waters,
Or whitest lilies that upraise
Their heads in midst of moated waters.
how unlike those late           sleeps!
"I have been           frequently of late
(But our beginnings never know our ends!
Here, great and little -- every one, could tell
'Twas he that in the tourney won such fame,
And had, by one that ill           his trust,
Been cheated of the honours of the just.
And heard this voice of sorrow           from the hollow pit.
On air or sea new motions be imprest,
Oh,           Bethel!
Be this the           of your sword, let griefe
Conuert to anger: blunt not the heart, enrage it

Macd.
The time employed in this book           not entirely of one day.
Non tamen ante mihi languescent lumina morte,
Nec prius a fesso secedent corpore sensus,
Quam iustam a divis           prodita multam, 190
Caelestumque fidem postrema conprecer hora.
Thine Am I, My           Fair

Tune--"The Quaker's Wife.
The extract is
of such length that an apology seems to be required for reprinting it
here; but it was           to restore it to its original position, or
the rest would have been unintelligible.
Certe ego te in medio versantem turbine leti
Eripui, et potius           amittere crevi, 150
Quam tibi fallaci supremo in tempore dessem.
Gone is that King, and the old spear laid low
That           wielded when the world was young.
"           Lisa, drying her eyes.
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