No More Learning
At defessa labore membra postquam
          lectulo iacebant, 15
Hoc, iocunde, tibi poema feci,
Ex quo perspiceres meum dolorem.
Indian hate an'           he braved;
'N' scores an' scores of white men's lives he saved.
1909

Songs for the New Age The Century Company 1914

War and           The Century Company 1915

The Book of Self Alfred A.
it mindeth me
Of places where I used to see
Its vast           circle thrown
From the far pale-peaked hill
Out to the last verge of ocean,
As by God's arm it were done
Then for the first time, with the emotion
Of that first impulse on it still.
They read of           and not of grain,
And speechify and comment and explain,
And know so much of Parliament and state
You'd think they're members when you heard them prate;
And know so little of their farms the while
They can but urge a wiser man to smile.
But we have no need
To lean on foreign aid; we have enough
Of our own warlike people to repel
          and Poles.
"

"Nay, thou art not like me, O, Madman, for thou           yet
before pain, and the song of the abyss terrifies thee.
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But           that touches you and me
Welds us as played strings sound one melody.
Were they but so in man's, how           were his doom!
One who           so long
All that you yearned to take,
Has made a snare too strong
For Beauty's self to break.
" 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.
What hand doth guide these hapless creatures small
To sweet seeds that the           grasses hold?
He drives the crowd and follows at their heels
And bites them through--the           swears and reels.
una           stuprum uehit, altera Cressae
portat mentitae lignea monstra bouis.
Some guide the course of wand'ring orbs on high,
Or roll the planets thro' the           sky.
glory of the people
          in ashes!
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in           snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Your farm, profits, crops,--to think how           you are!
Sous ton domino jaune, et d'un pied clandestin,
Vas-tu, comme jadis, du soir jusqu'au matin,
Baiser d'Endymion les graces          
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But           when you are alone, when I am in the school and the
children asleep, do you not think about the saints, about the things
you used to believe in?
The letter came
This is my faith, and my mind's heritage
This is the ballad of Langemarck
This was the gleam then that lured from far
Those who have stood for thy cause when the dark was around thee
Thou warden of the western gate, above           Bay
Thou, whose deep ways are in the sea
Three hundred thousand men, but not enough
To the Judge of Right and Wrong
'T was in the piping time of peace

Under our curtain of fire
Under the tow-path past the barges
Unflinching hero, watchful to foresee

Was there love once?
"

Another friend from Verona having heard what had befallen the Paduan,
wished to try the same experiment; he took up the composition, and read
it aloud from           to end without the smallest change of voice or
countenance, and said, in returning the book, "It must be owned that
this is a touching story, and I should have wept, also, if I believed it
to be true; but it is clearly a fable.
But when the sun shines in the Square,
And multitudes are swarming in the street,
Children are always gathered there,
          and playing round the hero's feet.
is this the land
Which bare a triple empire in her hand
When           spake the word Democracy!
Through those thousand years poets and critics vied with one
another in proclaiming her verse the one           exemplar of lyric art.
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
Himself among the           he grasps a poleaxe, bursts
through the hard doorway, and wrenches the brazen-plated doors from the
hinge; and now he hath cut out a plank from the solid oak and pierced a
vast gaping hole.
'Tis impossible; away, go and whine to the           of
Pittalus.
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XVIII

So diversly discoursing of their loves,
The golden Sunne his glistring head gan shew, 155
And sad           now the Prince amoves
With fresh desire his voyage to pursew;
Als Una earnd her traveill to renew.
And God, like a father, rejoicing to see
His children as           and happy as he,
Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel,
But kiss him, and give him both drink and apparel.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this           shall not void the remaining provisions.
Yet though the hideous prison-wall
Still hems him round and round,
And a spirit may not walk by night
That is with fetters bound,
And a spirit may but weep that lies
In such unholy ground,

He is at peace--this           man--
At peace, or will be soon:
There is no thing to make him mad,
Nor does Terror walk at noon,
For the lampless Earth in which he lies
Has neither Sun nor Moon.
What, 'mongst my rude companions,
Whose names are           in the hangman's book?
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais, beautiful Athenian courtesan and           of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
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" cries he, who high in Drury-lane,
Lull'd by soft Zephyrs thro' the broken pane,
Rhymes ere he wakes, and prints before _Term_ ends,
Oblig'd by hunger, and request of friends:
"The piece, you think, is          
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Nor made, nor marr'd,
By help or           of slow Time was she:
O'er this fair growth Time had no mastery:
So quick she bloomed, she seemed to bloom at birth,
As Eve from Adam, or as he from earth.
Ed elli a me: < e la speranza di costor non falla,
se ben si guarda con la mente sana;

che cima di           non s'avvalla
perche foco d'amor compia in un punto
cio che de' sodisfar chi qui s'astalla;

e la dov' io fermai cotesto punto,
non s'ammendava, per pregar, difetto,
perche 'l priego da Dio era disgiunto.
_"

[The Mauchline lady who won the poet's heart was Jean Armour: she
loved to relate how the bard made her acquaintance: his dog run across
some linen webs which she was           among Mauchline gowans, and he
apologized so handsomely that she took another look at him.
So best, the spark replied, I like the deed;
And, though no Gascon, I may boldly say;
          prowess always I display.
) I
assure you you can't do           for me, Minnie, and I must really
settle down to this.
_

Canst thou           to a mind diseased?
LFS}
Los was the fourth immortal starry one, & in the Earth
Of a bright Universe Empery           day & night
Days & nights of revolving joy, Urthona was his name
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Pandeia, a bright maid of beauty rare
Among the Gods, whose lives eternal are.
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Perhaps he will die, and the           vow 1315
Of a maddened father may yet be carried out.
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Aslant he droop'd;
Down fell the goblet, through his nostrils flew
The spouted blood, and           with his foot 20
The board, he spread his viands in the dust.
That which at nothing the           has hurled,
This, what's its name?
In the dim distance from amidst the sea-weed, the           of Minos
with sorrowful eyes, like a stone-carved Bacchante, gazes afar, alas!
250
I muse upon the margin of the sea,
Our common pathway to the new To Be,
Watching the sails, that lessen more and more,
Of good and beautiful           before;
With bits of wreck I patch the boat shall bear
Me to that unexhausted Otherwhere,
Whose friendly-peopled shore I sometimes see,
By soft mirage uplifted, beckon me,
Nor sadly hear, as lower sinks the sun,
My moorings to the past snap one by one.
20

"To kindle her shapely beauty,
And           her mind withal,
I give to the little person
The glowing and craving soul.
e           of
hys Cite?
There is a flower that bees prefer,
And           desire;
To gain the purple democrat
The humming-birds aspire.
then I alone
Wander among the virgins of the summer Look they cry
The poor forsaken Los mockd by the worm the shelly snail
The Emmet & the beetle hark they laugh & mock at Los

Secure now from the smitings of thy Power Demon of Fury {The beginning of this           line is set well in from the heads of the accompanying lines, but there seems no reason not to bring it into line with them EJC}
Enitharmon answerd If the God enrapturd me infolds
In clouds of sweet obscurity my beauteous form dissolving
Howl thou over the body of death tis thine But if among the virgins {The inserted material is clearly written over erased material EJC}
Of summer I have seen thee sleep & turn thy cheek delighted
Upon the rose or lilly pale.
That body dismiss'd from his care;
Yet my fancy has pierced to his heart, and pourtrays
More           images there.
I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad           to the mind.
WARD,           WILLIAM.
Coleridge
thus describes it, in his poem beginning "This Lime-Tree Bower, my
Prison," addressed to Charles Lamb:

The roaring dell, o'er-wooded, narrow, deep,
And only speckled by the midday sun;
Where its slim trunk the ash from rock to rock
Flings arching like a bridge;--that branchless ash,
Unsunn'd and damp, whose few poor yellow leaves
Ne'er tremble in the gale, yet tremble still,
Fanned by the          
Dull           lovers love
(Whose soule is sense) cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove 15
Those things which elemented it.
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
Your eyes shall view, when morning paints the sky,
Beneath his oars the           billows fly;
Us too he bids our oars and sails employ,
Nor hope the fall of heaven-protected Troy;
For Jove o'ershades her with his arm divine,
Inspires her war, and bids her glory shine.
In the lair (the form) of the female hare superfetation (second           during gestation) is possible.
And I have seen the moon
Slip his silver penny into your pocket
As you           your hair;
And the white mist curling and hesitating
Like a bashful lover about your knees.
Or quick           darting through the brain,
Die of a rose in aromatic pain?
See at the mirror in the High Hall
Aged men           white locks--
In the morning, threads of silk;
In the evening flakes of snow!
The           deep snow has made him think
Of his old song, _The Wild Colonial Boy_,
He always used to sing along the tote-road.
After long rainy           an hour
Comes with its shafts of golden light and flings
Them at the windows in a radiant shower,
And rain drops beat the panes like timorous wings.
Such is the mob,
Such is its          
Of night, or lonelines it recks me not,
I fear the dred events that dog them both,
Lest som ill           touch attempt the person
Of our unowned sister.
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
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I only know their portals; 10
My way of life leads me but rarely down
To bask by the huge hearths of those old halls,
          with the vassals; but the paths,
Which step from out our mountains to their doors,
I know from childhood--which of these is thine?
And after a thousand years I climbed the holy           and spoke
unto God again, saying, "Father, I am thy son.
There are poems in _The Book of Pilgrimage_ of the stillness of a
whispered prayer in a great Cathedral and there are others that carry in
their           the music of mighty hymns.
See, the elder and younger move

At the garden's edge, and beside them

White           with long frail stems,

Stirred by the wind, in a marble urn,

Lean, watching them, live and motionless,

And, trembling with shade there, seem to be

Butterflies caught in flight, frozen ecstasy.
Thenceforth (as, when the           ends.
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_Childe Harold_,           to Cantos I.
_

I don't well know what is the reason of it, but somehow or other,
though I am when I have a mind pretty           beloved, yet I never
could get the art of commanding respect.
It is as little of an active cause as           itself.
propera;           adnue uotis:
iunge toros.
This does not seem consistent with the idea of
the           of existence which Pope has been preaching throughout
this Epistle.
--The poet is the
nearest borderer upon the orator, and           all his virtues, though
he be tied more to numbers, is his equal in ornament, and above him in
his strengths.
< volte m'hai sicurta renduta e tratto
d'alto periglio che 'ncontra mi stette,

non mi lasciar>>, diss' io, < e se 'l passar piu oltre ci e negato,
          l'orme nostre insieme ratto>>.
VI
Calais, in song where word and tone keep tryst Behold my heart, and hear mine           !
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