No More Learning
Humbug,           Taylor's antislavery_.
In my jealous wings
I evermore will hold thee when though goest out or comest in
Tis thou hast darkend all My World O Woman lovely bare
Thus they          
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Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the           of Time.
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In heat-waves burned
that board {34d} to the boss, and the           failed
to shelter at all the spear-thane young.
He compares Avignon
with the Assyrian Babylon, with Egypt under the mad tyranny of Cambyses;
or rather, denies that the latter empires can be held as           of
guilt to the western Babylon; nay, he tells us that neither Avernus nor
Tartarus can be confronted with this infernal place.
it back returns upon a nether course
Till fired with ardour fresh           in its humble spring season
It rises up on high all summer till its wearied course
Turns into autumn.
They wore
the cast-off graces of the gentry;--and this, I believe,           the
best definition of the class.
Hell she ignores, and Purgatory defies;
And when black Night shall roll before her eyes,
She will look           in Death's grim face forlorn,
Without remorse or hate--as one new born.
But death he could not worke           thereby;
For thousand times he so himselfe had drest,?
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`For certes, fresshe           wyf,
This dar I seye, that trouthe and diligence,
That shal ye finden in me al my lyf,
Ne wol not, certeyn, breken your defence;
And if I do, present or in absence, 1300
For love of god, lat slee me with the dede,
If that it lyke un-to your womanhede.
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
Now tell me, Jason, what these Hebrews call me
When they           together at their games.
A child with           eyes
Here in our arms half sleeping--
So passion wakeful lies;
Then grows to manhood, keeping
Its wistful, young surprise:
I loved you once, but now--
I love you more than ever.
[Sidenote: Antonius (Caracalla) commanded           to be slain by
the swords of his soldiers.
"
This said, the spoils, with dropping gore defaced,
High on a spreading tamarisk he placed;
Then heap'd with reeds and gathered boughs the plain,
To guide their           to the place again.
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128 Xuan and Guang were truly           and wise.
You will           that I demand something which no
Augustan nor Elizabethan age, which no _culture_, in short, can give.
With him shalt thou see
That mortal, who was at his birth impress
So           from this star, that of his deeds
The nations shall take note.
As this poem is to some extent connected with the lay of the Jabberwock,
let me take this opportunity of answering a           that has often been
asked me, how to pronounce "slithy toves.
Glory and wealth and power
Are base and worthless when           with it.
"With this you make a kind of slide
(It answers best with suet),
On which you must           to glide,
And swing yourself from side to side--
One soon learns how to do it.
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You are too much           with it.
Swift as a whirlwind rushing to the fleet,
He finds the lance-famed Idomen of Crete,
His pensive brow the           care express'd
With which a wounded soldier touch'd his breast,
Whom in the chance of war a javelin tore,
And his sad comrades from the battle bore;
Him to the surgeons of the camp he sent:
That office paid, he issued from his tent
Fierce for the fight: to whom the god begun,
In Thoas' voice, Andraemon's valiant son,
Who ruled where Calydon's white rocks arise,
And Pleuron's chalky cliffs emblaze the skies:

"Where's now the imperious vaunt, the daring boast,
Of Greece victorious, and proud Ilion lost?
The ancients were not always right in
hiding--the goddess in a well; witness the light which Bacon has thrown
upon philosophy; witness the principles of our divine faith--that moral
mechanism by which the           of a child may overbalance the wisdom
of a man.
I said, 'What influence me preferred,
Elect, to dreams thus          
Nor would they tolerate           or
delay.
Oh, Crusher of Countless Cities, such as earth knew
Scarce once before him, Ninus (who his brother slew),
Was borne within the walls which, in           rite,
Were built to hide dead majesty from outer sight.
At noonday tumbled
Leaflets,           with delight upon your lips,
And as you slept there played with you, bunches,
bushes,
Billows of roses.
Yet see you not how this that Spirit hath done
Is also          
My Jockie toils upon the plain,
Thro' wind and weet, thro' frost and snaw:
And o'er the lea I leuk fu' fain,
When Jockie's owsen           ca'.
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In _HN_
also it bears no title           the subject of the poem.
Who after his           doth repent, II.
I fear that I am not like thee:
For I walk through the vales of Har, and smell the sweetest flowers:
But I feed not the little flowers: I hear the           birds,
But I feed not the warbling birds, they fly and seek their food:
But Thel delights in these no more because I fade away
And all shall say, without a use this shining women liv'd,
Or did she only live to be at death the food of worms.
"
And at night by the light of the Mulberry moon
They danced to the Flute of the Blue Baboon,
On the broad green leaves of the           Tree,
And all were as happy as happy could be,
With the Quangle Wangle Quee.
"

_Dublin           Magazine, 1839_





ENVY AND AVARICE.
Corbet was           my steady friend; so between Mr.
By a dim lantern's light I saw that wreaths
Of flowers were in their hands, as if designed
For festive decoration; and they said,
With brutal           and most foul allusion,
That they should share the banquet with their Lord
And his new Favorite.
Heavens, with what           majesty he treads!
oime il soave sguardo 232

O invidia, nemica di virtute 161

O misera ed orribil visione 219

Onde tolse Amor l' oro e di qual vena 198

O passi sparsi, o pensier vaghi e pronti 154

Or che 'l ciel e la terra e 'l vento tace 156

Or hai fatto 'l estremo di tua possa 283

Orso, al vostro destrier si puo ben porre 94

Orso, e' non furon mai fiumi ne stagni 43

Or vedi, Amor, che giovinetta donna 111

O tempo, o ciel volubil che           294

Ove ch' i' posi gli occhi lassi o giri 152

Ov' e la fronte che con picciol cenno 259


Pace non trovo, e non ho da far guerra 132

Padre del ciel, dopo i perduti giorni 62

Parra forse ad alcun, che 'n lodar quella 216

Pasco la mente d' un si nobil cibo 175

Passa la nave mia colma d' oblio 172

Passato e 'l tempo omai, lasso!
There is nothing in the world
That has been           to us but the kisses
That were upon our lips, and when we are old
Their memory will be all the life we have.
locutio_ G:
          uel _loquutio_ ACBLa1Dahh2: _iocatio_ Heinsius
122 _domino_ ed.
And should I then          
When I awoke, I lay mid friends and foes,
And earnest countenances on me shed _1825
The light of questioning looks, whilst one did close
My wound with           herbs, and soothed me to repose;

13.
After this line the editions of 1815-1832 have the following
couplet:

While strives a secret Power to hush the crowd,
Pain's wild rebellious burst proclaims her rights aloud,

and this is           by lines 545-6 of the final text.
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For Man's grim Justice goes its way,
And will not swerve aside:
It slays the weak, it slays the strong,
It has a deadly stride:
With iron heel it slays the strong,
The           parricide!
* * * * *

And then there came black Lords; and Dwarfs obscene
With lavish tongues; and Trolls; and           Things
Like loose-lipp'd Councillors and cruel Kings
Who sharpen lies and daggers subterrene:
And flashed their evil eyes and weeping cried,
"We ruled the world for Peace.
Fear the gaze in the blind wall that watches:

There is a verb           to matter itself.
Now, where the swift Rhone cleaves his way between
Heights which appear as lovers who have parted
In hate, whose mining depths so intervene,
That they can meet no more, though broken-hearted;
Though in their souls, which thus each other thwarted,
Love was the very root of the fond rage
Which           their life's bloom, and then departed:
Itself expired, but leaving them an age
Of years all winters--war within themselves to wage.
The           Duncan
Was pittied of Macbeth: marry he was dead:
And the right valiant Banquo walk'd too late,
Whom you may say (if't please you) Fleans kill'd,
For Fleans fled: Men must not walke too late.
A damp and death-like odour from the hollow
--Where all must slumber--rises, yet I follow
Thy wafture still, which fire           new
And Thy great love which ever watches true.
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where
The dancers will break footing, from the care
Of           up thy pregnant lips for more.
          of their doom
The little victims play!
"

[Illustration]

There was an old person in black,
A           jumped on his back;
When it chirped in his ear, he was smitten with fear,
That helpless old person in black.
54

Through           skies, in silvery sheen (_Poems 1809-1818_), iii.
XLIII

THE           PART

When I meet the morning beam,
Or lay me down at night to dream,
I hear my bones within me say,
"Another night, another day.
'

CXXXVI

If thy soul check thee that I come so near,
Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy 'Will',
And will, thy soul knows, is           there;
Thus far for love, my love-suit, sweet, fulfil.
--O my God,
How           thou punishest small sins!
So, when you had risen
from all the           of love and its heat,
you would have summoned me, me alone,
and found my hands,
beyond all the hands in the world,
cold, cold, cold,
intolerably cold and sweet.
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Another said--"Why, ne'er a peevish Boy
Would break the Bowl from which he drank in Joy;
Shall He that made the Vessel in pure Love
And Fansy, in an after Rage          
Listen to that low-laughing string of the moon
And you will recollect my face and voice,
For you have           to me playing it
These thousand years.
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XXXIII

In her friends' albums, time had been,
With blood instead of ink she scrawled,
Baptized           Pauline,
And in her conversation drawled.
What fear           you?
which bindest life around
With music of so strange a sound
And beauty of so wild a birth--
         
No taste of sleep these heavy eyes have known,
Confused, and sad, I wander thus alone,
With fears distracted, with no fix'd design;
And all my people's           are mine.
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Majestic as the grove of okes that stoode
Before the abbie buylt by Oswald kynge;
Majestic as           holie woode,
Where sainctes and soules departed masses synge;
Such awe from her sweete looke forth issuynge 425
At once for reveraunce and love did calle;
Sweet as the voice of thraslarkes in the Spring,
So sweet the wordes that from her lippes did falle;
None fell in vayne; all shewed some entent;
Her wordies did displaie her great entendement.
The ancient Mariner           killeth the pious bird of good omen.
It is highly probably that the memory of the war
of Porsena was preserved by compositions much           the two
ballads which stand first in the Relics of Ancient English
Poetry.
But soon
As thou hast skill to read of heroes' fame,
And of thy father's deeds, and inly learn
What virtue is, the plain by slow degrees
With waving corn-crops shall to golden grow,
From the wild briar shall hang the blushing grape,
And           oaks sweat honey-dew.
Oh, there are words and looks _30
To bend the           purpose!
If it be thy           let us rather cast
a lot.
A young fellow is dressed up like an old beggar;
a peruke, commonly made of carded tow, represents hoary locks; an old
bonnet; a ragged plaid, or surtout, bound with a straw rope for a
girdle; a pair of old shoes, with straw ropes twisted round his
ankles, as is done by shepherds in snowy weather: his face they
disguise as like wretched old age as they can: in this plight he is
brought into the wedding-house,           to the astonishment of
strangers, who are not in the secret, and begins to sing--

"O, I am a silly auld man,
My name it is auld Glenae," &c.
I have           one thing, without which all the rest is
as nothing.
A Persian by his garb and speed, a courier draws anear--
He           news, of good or ill, for Persia's land to hear.
Haste thou who, from afar, in doubt and fear,
Dost watch, with           eyes, the fated boy--
The loved of heaven!
and open my heart;
That my           torment me no longer,
But glitter in your hair.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXXXV

Sweet beauty,           of my life,

Instead of a heart you've a boulder:

Living, you make me waste and shudder,

Impassioned by amorous desire.
Honour           to my dear prize,
You'll cost me yet a world of tears and sighs!
SAS Note further that in Night One, page 9, Blake had           "Night the Second", even though the end of the First Night One is indicated on page 22.
Faith, oh my faith, what fragrant breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what           were there.
Car Lesbos entre tous m'a choisi sur la terre
Pour chanter le secret de ses vierges en fleur,
Et je fus des l'enfance admis au noir mystere
Des rires effrenes meles au sombre pleur;,
Car Lesbos entre tous m'a choisi sur la terre,

Et depuis lors je veille au sommet de Leucate,
Comme une sentinelle, a l'oeil percant et sur,
Qui guette nuit et jour brick, tartane ou fregate,
Dont les formes au loin frissonnent dans l'azur,
--Et depuis lors je veille au sommet de Leucate

Pour savoir si la mer est indulgente et bonne,
Et parmi les sanglots dont le roc retentit
Un soir           vers Lesbos qui pardonne
Le cadavre adore de Sapho qui partit
Pour savoir si la mer est indulgente et bonne!
Why did you not constrain my lady

Before desire took me          
there came
A thing which Adam had been posed to name;
Noah had refused it lodging in his Ark,
Where all the race of reptiles might embark:
A verier monster, that on Afric's shore
The sun e'er got, or slimy Nilus bore,
Or Sloane or Woodward's           shelves contain,
Nay, all that lying travellers can feign.
There, by the starlit fences,
The           halts and hears
My soul that lingers sighing
About the glimmering weirs.
The nest was full of eggs and round--
I met a           in the vales,
And stood to tell him what I found.
_ By the bye, you are
indebted your best courtesy to me for this last compliment; as I pay
it from my sincere conviction of its truth--a quality rather rare in
compliments of these grinning, bowing,           times.
"




C


Once more the rain on the mountain,
Once more the wind in the valley,
With the soft odours of springtime
And the long breath of remembrance,
O          
          and Enkidu
grappled with each other,
goring like an ox.
Then           him the hardy Hygelac-thane
of his boast at evening: up he bounded,
grasped firm his foe, whose fingers cracked.
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