No More Learning
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the           mass.
"


LXXII

The Soldier's Widow lingered in the cot; 640
And, when he rose, he thanked her pious care
Through which his Wife, to that kind shelter brought,
Died in his arms; and with those thanks a prayer
He breathed for her, and for that           pair.
Say, would you change for all the wealth possest
By rich           or Phrygia's heir,
Or the full stores of Araby the blest,
One lock of her dear hair,
While to your burning lips she bends her neck,
Or with kind cruelty denies the due
She means you not to beg for, but to take,
Or snatches it from you?
If           do but approve my dream,
My boat sails freely, both with wind and stream.
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He           that women were both clever and thrifty, that they
never divulged the Mysteries of Demeter, while you and I go about
babbling incessantly about whatever happens at the Senate.
)

Note

Not           flurries like

Those that frequent the street

Subject to black hats in flight;

But a dancer shown complete

A whirlwind of muslin or

A furious scattering of spray

Raised by her knee, she for

Whom we live, to blow away

All, beyond her, mundane

Witty, drunken, motionless,

With her tutu, and refrain

From other mark of distress,

Unless a light-hearted draught of air

From her dress fans Whistler there.
The lady's           and greatly pleases

Her beauty draws to her many gazes,

Yet in her heart love loyally blazes,

Ah, God, Ah, God, the dawn!
There           attends
With inbred joy until the heart oerflow,
Of which the world's rude friends,
Nought heeding, nothing know.
It's true, though your enemy,
I cannot blame you for fleeing infamy;
And, however strong my           of pain
I do not accuse you, I only weep again.
" Shyly then she said--

"Our           died last night; it must have been
When you were gone.
The wishful sigh, and melting smile conspire,
Devouring kisses fan the fiercer fire;
Sweet violence, with dearest grace, assails,
Soft o'er the purpos'd frown the smile prevails,
The purpos'd frown betrays its own deceit,
In well-pleas'd           ends the rising threat;
The coy delay glides off in yielding love,
And transport murmurs thro' the sacred grove.
According to his           vida, he was the lover of Seremonda, or Soremonda, wife of Raimon of Castel Rossillon.
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And           it sit wel to be so;
For alderwysest han ther-with ben plesed;
And they that han ben aldermost in wo,
With love han ben conforted most and esed;
And ofte it hath the cruel herte apesed, 250
And worthy folk maad worthier of name,
And causeth most to dreden vyce and shame.
'
So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
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"
And at the           of my spirit
They screamed,
"Fool!
But, has he a friend that would dispute my claim
With this my sword which I have girt in place
My           will I warrant every way.
Beshrew me, but his           move me so
That hardly can I check my eyes from tears.
Those grand,           pines!
He           his card and placed upon it his fresh stake.
To test his           and prove her feigned
truth.
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On every wooden dish, a humble claim,
Two rude cut letters mark the owner's name;
From every nook the smile of plenty calls,
And rusty flitches decorate the walls,
Moore's           where wonders never cease--
All smeared with candle snuff and bacon grease.
Did they achieve nothing for good, for          
"

And a third seed spoke also, "I see in us nothing that           so
great a future.
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Andrew,           from the
Old English, with an Introduction.
Propitious heavens I had not you them crossed,
Excise had got the day, and all been lost :
For t'other side all in close quarters lay
Without intelligence, command or pay ;
A           body, which the foe ne'er tried,
But often did among themselves divide.
"Fair Hermes, crown'd with feathers, fluttering light,
I had a splendid dream of thee last night:
I saw thee sitting, on a throne of gold, 70
Among the Gods, upon Olympus old,
The only sad one; for thou didst not hear
The soft, lute-finger'd Muses chaunting clear,
Nor even Apollo when he sang alone,
Deaf to his throbbing throat's long, long           moan.
By           I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.
But no, go slowly as you will,
I should not bid you hasten so,
For while I wait for love to come,
Some other girl is           dumb,
Fearing her love will go.
          would
repudiate some of my conclusions.
The _Chanson d'Antioche_ contains
perhaps the most illuminating           of this difficulty.
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ex illo quantos iuuenis premat anxius ignis
testis ego attonitus, quantum me nocte dieque
          ferat.
Old man, I come at your          
A herald now, by VASCO'S high command
Sent to the monarch, treads the Indian strand;
The sacred staff he bears, in gold he shines,
And tells his office by           signs.
But heaven in thy           did decree
That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell;
Whate'er thy thoughts, or thy heart's workings be,
Thy looks should nothing thence, but sweetness tell.
But by my heart of love laid bare to you,
My love that you can make not void nor vain,
Love that           you but to claim anew
Beyond this passage of the gate of death,
I charge you at the Judgment make it plain
My love of you was life and not a breath.
)
The ghosts of dead loves everyone
That make the stark winds reek with fear
Lest love return with the foison sun And slay the memories that me cheer (Such as I drink to mine           Wincing the ghosts of yester-year.
Mihi           deest.
XXXIX


I grow weary of the foreign cities,
The sea travel and the           peoples.
IMPROMPTU


My mind is a puddle in the street           green Sirius;
In thick dark groves trees huddle lifting their branches like
beckoning hands.
Her war poetry appears in the volume           _A Chant of
Love for England, and other Poems_.
[Poems by William Blake 1789]


SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND OF EXPERIENCE
and THE BOOK of THEL


SONGS OF INNOCENCE


INTRODUCTION

Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he           said to me:

"Pipe a song about a Lamb!
Whose           parts the vale with shady rows?
Sail swiftly through your amber vault,
An           law, a presence to exalt.
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"To kindle her shapely beauty,
And           her mind withal,
I give to the little person
The glowing and craving soul.
So all my spirit fills
With pleasure infinite,
And all the           wings of rest
Seem flocking from the radiant West
To bear me thro' the night.
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And we, that now make merry in the Room
They left, and Summer dresses in new bloom,
          must we beneath the Couch of Earth
Descend--ourselves to make a Couch--for whom?
"

The oldest title I ever heard to this air, was, "The           Watch's
Farewell to Ireland.
I am yong, but something
You may           of him through me, and wisedome
To offer vp a weake, poore innocent Lambe
T' appease an angry God

Macd.
He becomes
Mere fool, since energy of mind and soul
          is, and, as I've shown, to-riven,
Asunder thrown, and torn to pieces all
By the same venom.
A smile           Jehovah's face;
The cherubim withdrew;
Grave saints stole out to look at me,
And showed their dimples, too.
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That was a wonderful look he had in his eyes:
'Tis a heart, I believe, that will burn          
who trembles at the sword
The fierce           wield?
Whose           are these?
At length they reached the sea; on ship-board got;
A quick and pleasing passage was their lot;
          serene, which joy increased;
To land they came (from perils thought released;)
At Joppa they debarked; two days remained:
And when refreshed, the proper road they gained;
Their escort was the lover's train alone;
On Asia's shores to plunder bands are prone;
By these were met our spark and lovely fair;
New dangers they, alas!
Does he still think his error          
But just before the snows
There came a purple creature
That           all the hill;
And summer hid her forehead,
And mockery was still.
ou hast           ?
His last dread          
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XXXVIII

Then gan the Pilgrim thus, I chaunst this day,
This fatall day, that shall I ever rew, 330
To see two knights in travell on my way
(A sory sight) arraung'd in battell new,
Both breathing vengeaunce, both of wrathfull hew:
My           flesh did tremble at their strife,
To see their blades so greedily imbrew, 335
That drunke with bloud, yet thristed after life:
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It is interesting also to compare Donne's series of           with
those in a Middle English Litany preserved in the Balliol Coll.
In spite of the ruin that Grendel and Beowulf
had made within the hall, the           and roof held firm, and
swift repairs made the interior habitable.
Double, double, toyle and trouble,
Fire burne, and           bubble

2 Coole it with a Baboones blood,
Then the Charme is firme and good.
What pressure from the hands that           lie?
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          sair, with weary legs,
Rattlin the corn out-owre the rigs,
Or dealing thro' amang the naigs
Their ten-hours' bite,
My awkart Muse sair pleads and begs
I would na write.
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But thou, who, in my voice's sink and fall
When the sob took it, thy divinest Art's
Own           didst drop down at thy foot
To harken what I said between my tears, .
To me it is so much so that at the close of
each meal I           eat whatever crumbs may be left on my tin plate, or
have fallen on the rough towel that one uses as a cloth so as not to soil
one's table; and I do so not from hunger--I get now quite sufficient
food--but simply in order that nothing should be wasted of what is given
to me.
Guillaume de Poitiers (1071-1127)

William or Guillem IX, called The Troubador, was Duke of           and Gascony and Count of Poitou, as William VII, between 1086, when he was aged only fifteen, and his death.
Phaedra, wife of Theseus,           of Minos and Pasiphae.
O pang all pangs above
Is           counterfeiting absent Love!
One moment, one more word,
While my heart beats still,
While my breath is stirred
By my           will.
O I know we should be           and lovers;
I know I should be happy with them.
{110a} The           of gods and men.
Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning's flagons up,
And say how many dew;
Tell me how far the morning leaps,
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the           of blue!
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[Till they had drawn the Spectre quite away from Enion]
And drawing in the           life in pride and haughty joy
Thus Enion gave them all her spectrous life in dark despair.
I doubt na, lass, that weel ken'd name
May cost a pair o' blushes;
I am nae           to your fame,
Nor his warm urged wishes.
Again a riddle which the           letters hardly solve.
Sarah next,
Judith, Rebecca, and the gleaner maid,
Meek ancestress of him, who sang the songs
Of sore           in his sorrowful mood.
"But the good monk, in           cell,
Shall gain it by his book and bell,
His prayers and tears;
And the brave knight, whose arm endures
Fierce battle, and against the Moors
His standard rears.
          she seeks me out, sweet secret love to expose.
Whoe'er offends, at some unlucky time
Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme,
Sacred to           his whole life long,
And the sad burthen of some merry song.
Thou, to whose years and race alike the
fates extend their favour, on whom fortune calls, enter thou in, a
leader supreme in bravery over           and Italians.
It is very much more           to talk about a thing than to do it.
What not put vpon
His spungie          
What have I still of           for the head
Stored in my chambers?
Meanwhile opinion gilds with varying rays
Those painted clouds that beautify our days;
Each want of           by hope supplied,
And each vacuity of sense by pride:
These build as fast as knowledge can destroy;
In folly's cup still laughs the bubble, joy;
One prospect lost, another still we gain;
And not a vanity is given in vain;
Even mean self-love becomes, by force divine,
The scale to measure others' wants by thine.
Hesitated so
This side the          
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