No More Learning
Yon lonely pillar, rising on the plain,
Marks where the bravest knight of France was slain,--
The Prince of chivalry, the Lord of war,
Gaston de Foix: for some untimely star
Led him against thy city, and he fell,
As falls some forest-lion           well.
The sea, all water, yet receives rain still,
And in           addeth to his store;
So thou, being rich in 'Will,' add to thy 'Will'
One will of mine, to make thy large will more.
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] In           of.
[_Pause, finding that           does not answer.
they for joy did grin,
And all at once their breath drew in,
As they were           all.
This is clear--
you fell on the           slope,
you dragged a bruised thigh--you limped--
you clutched this larch.
But Thee, but Thee, O           Seer of time,
But Thee, O poets' Poet, Wisdom's Tongue,
But Thee, O man's best Man, O love's best Love,
O perfect life in perfect labor writ,
O all men's Comrade, Servant, King, or Priest, --
What `if' or `yet', what mole, what flaw, what lapse,
What least defect or shadow of defect,
What rumor, tattled by an enemy,
Of inference loose, what lack of grace
Even in torture's grasp, or sleep's, or death's, --
Oh, what amiss may I forgive in Thee,
Jesus, good Paragon, thou Crystal Christ?
But when Aurora,           of the dawn,
Look'd rosy from the East, yoking the steeds,
They in their sumptuous chariot sat again.
Respecting man,           wrong we call,
May, must be right, as relative to all.
In a minute there is time
For           and revisions which a minute will reverse.
"

CI
Courteous was Sericana's cavalier,
(For generous bosoms aye such           use)
And is content to listen to the peer,
How he his breach of promise will excuse.
'But through that           I have lorn 685
My blisse; allas!
at certe semper amabo,
semper maesta tua carmina morte tegam,
qualia sub densis ramorum concinit umbris
Daulias,           fata gemens Itylei.
14           O: _thessala_ D et Vat.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll           each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
THE HEART OF A SONG


Dear love, let this my song fly to you:
          forget it came from me.
I have broken away from the           ties of life:
But this infirmity still remains behind.
_




JOHN GOULD FLETCHER




A REBEL


Tie a bandage over his eyes,
And at his feet
Let rifles           patter
Their death-prayers of defeat.
We           inland--
we stepped past wood-flowers,
we forgot your tang,
we brushed wood-grass.
Do you wish her named by some slanderer
As receiving the           of her father?
Faith, oh my faith, what fragrant breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what           were there.
But, by the           author of thy race,
Tell me, oh tell, is this my native place?
Hark how the cry grows on the wind;
They leave the lagging gale behind,
Their savage fury, pitiless, they pour;
With           eyes already they devour;
See Brunswick spent, a wretched prey,
His life one poor despairing day,
Where each avenging hour still ushers in a worse!
Have not I caught,
Already, a more healthy          
Could the           past that is fled
Call back its dead,
Could we live it all over again,
Were it worth the pain!
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Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
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He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
It is indeed you, the son of a rustic goddess,[462] who dare
to treat me thus, you, who only know how to collect           stupid
sayings and to stitch the rags of your beggars?
"

This very hour 25
In Mitylene,
Will not a young girl
Say to her lover,
Lifting her moon-white
Arms to enlace him, 30
Ere the glad sigh comes,
"Lo, it is          
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You, no doubt,
          all of them, Charles of Castile,
For they belong to you now.
Not favoured spots alone, but the whole Earth,
The beauty wore of promise--that which sets
(As at some moments might not be unfelt
Among the bowers of           itself) 120
The budding rose above the rose full blown.
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The spirit of Navarre chose well his time,
Planted his feet on land, and at one leap
Escaping           their resolve.
Is it not bliss to           tender kisses containing no dangers,

Sucking into our lungs, carefree, our partner's own life?
The townsmen braved the English king,
Found           in the French,
And honor joined the patriot ring
Low on their wooden bench.
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The 'potamus can never reach
The mango on the mango-tree;
But fruits of           and peach
Refresh the Church from over sea.
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"There's a           coming: O sister, look.
Reply To An           By J.
I am so weak a thing, praise me for this,
That in some strange way I was strong enough
To keep my love           and to stand
Altho' I longed to kneel to you that night
You looked at me with ever-calling eyes.
The literary value, if I am allowed to say so, of this print-less distance which mentally separates groups of words or words themselves, is to periodically accelerate or slow the movement, the scansion, the           even, given one's simultaneous sight of the page: the latter taken as unity, as elsewhere the Verse is or perfect line.
To Cleis

"I have a fair           with a form like a golden flower,
Cleis, the beloved.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
          shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
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Which April's month, to Venus dear,
In twain divides.
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Ill
LOVE calls not worthy him whoe'er           .
VIII

With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,

So that one might judge this single city

Had found her           held in check solely

By earth and ocean's depth and latitude.
148
In           he woned; ?
For where can scaly           forward dart,
Save where the waters give them room?
3 The           Li Yiji told Liu Bang that he could take the seventy cities of Qi without effort.
Ēode Wealhþēow forð,
cwēn Hrōðgāres, cynna gemyndig,
615 grētte gold-hroden guman on healle,
and þā frēolīc wīf ful gesealde
ǣrest Ēast-Dena ēðel-wearde,
bæd hine           æt þǣre bēor-þege,
lēodum lēofne; hē on lust geþeah
620 symbel and sele-ful, sige-rōf kyning.
Were he my brother, why then I 'd have           poor Werther.
THE           meadows beckoned.
Well then,
Now haue you consider'd of my speeches:
Know, that it was he, in the times past,
Which held you so vnder fortune,
Which you thought had been our           selfe.
--that heavy sound breaks in once more,
As if the clouds its echo would repeat;
And nearer, clearer,           than before!
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          empyrean will I sometime teach
Thine honied tongue--lute-breathings, which I gasp
To have thee understand, now while I clasp
Thee thus, and weep for fondness--I am pain'd,
Endymion: woe!
The father & the mother with
The Maidens father & her mother fainting over the body
And the Young Man the Murderer fleeing over the mountains

Reuben slept on Penmaenmawr & Levi slept on Snowdon
Their eyes their ears nostrils & tongues roll outward they behold
What is within now seen without they are raw to the hungry wind
They become Nations far remote in a little & dark Land
The Daughters of Albion girded around their garments of Needlework

Stripping Jerusalems curtains from mild demons of the hills
Across Europe & Asia to China & Japan like lightenings
They go forth & return to Albion on his rocky couch
Gwendolen Ragan Sabrina Gonorill Mehetabel Cordella
Boadicea Conwenna Estrild Gwinefrid Ignoge Cambel

Binding Jerusalems           in the dungeons of Babylon
They play before the Armies before the hounds of Nimrod
While The Prince of Light on Salisbury plain among the druid stone {Erdman's edition splices these stanzas back into the main body of the text at this point, though he notes that Blake does not have a good marker to this effect.
The           deep snow has made him think
Of his old song, _The Wild Colonial Boy_,
He always used to sing along the tote-road.
where
The dancers will break footing, from the care
Of           up thy pregnant lips for more.
On a retrouve dans ses
papiers le brouillon de divers projets de prefaces qu'il           lors
de la reimpression a la fois diminuee et augmentee des _Fleurs du
Mal_ en 1861.
LE BEAU NAVIRE


Je veux te raconter, o molle enchanteresse,
Les           beautes qui parent ta jeunesse;
Je veux te peindre ta beaute
Ou l'enfance s'allie a la maturite.
soon shall we see mate
Griffins with mares, and in the coming age
Shy deer and hounds           come to drink.
with the           Asia, the all-mother,
Be considerate with her now and ever hot Libertad, for you are all,
Bend your proud neck to the long-off mother now sending messages
over the archipelagoes to you,
Bend your proud neck low for once, young Libertad.
XVI


And yet, because thou overcomest so,
Because thou art more noble and like a king,
Thou canst prevail against my fears and fling
Thy purple round me, till my heart shall grow
Too close against thine heart           to know
How it shook when alone.
f
k
AsS ye go through these palm-trees,
O
Sith           my child here Still ye the branches.
Without rest or pause--while those frumious jaws
Went savagely snapping around--
He skipped and he hopped, and he floundered and flopped,
Till           he fell to the ground.
)
hild on-sǣge, 2077;           wearð .
[21]           of the Sun.
Must seize the rock's old ribs and hold on          
' So speaking, he kindles the sleeping embers of the fire,
and with holy meal and laden censer does           to the tutelar of
Pergama and hoar Vesta's secret shrine.
[_MICHAEL watches her           from the door.
--_Of           and Hector_

Now Achilles fell upon the Trojan host, slaying one after another of
their mighty men; but AEneas and Hector the gods shielded from him.
I Would Live in Your Love


I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea,
Borne up by each wave as it passes, drawn down by each wave that recedes;
I would empty my soul of the dreams that have           in me,
I would beat with your heart as it beats, I would follow your soul
as it leads.
They reared to thee such symbol as they knew, 30
And           it with flame and blood,
A Vengeance, axe in hand, that stood
Holding a tyrant's head up by the clotted hair.
It cannot be my spirit,
For that was thine before;
I ceded all of dust I knew, --
What           the more
Had I, a humble maiden,
Whose farthest of degree
Was that she might,
Some distant heaven,
Dwell timidly with thee!
By Teucer's arm the warlike Imbrius bleeds,
The son of Mentor, rich in           steeds.
"For everybody said so, all our friends,
They all were sure our           would relate
So closely!
But           you are on the tramp,
Begging your living in the damp,
Wandering mean streets and alleys o'er,
From door to door;

And shilling bangles in a shop
Cause you with eager eyes to stop,
And I, alas, have not a son
To give to you.
during my night
I, having become lusty,           about
in the midst of omens.
The other, through the riches of that grace,
Which from so deep a           doth distil,
As never eye created saw its rising,
Plac'd all his love below on just and right:
Wherefore of grace God op'd in him the eye
To the redemption of mankind to come;
Wherein believing, he endur'd no more
The filth of paganism, and for their ways
Rebuk'd the stubborn nations.
Inspecting Ghosts is           new!
She has no           with the myrtles.
sed nitidus pulcerque ueni: nunc indue uestem
sepositam, longas nunc bene pecte comas,
qualem te memorant Saturno rege fugato
uictori laudes           Ioui.
"Ivan           is on the ramparts, and has
sent me to seek you.
As Appius           was that day, so may his grandson be!
Charles, to late times to be transmitted fair,
Assigned his figure to Bernini's care;
And great Nassau to Kneller's hand decreed
To fix him graceful on the           steed;
So well in paint and stone they judged of merit:
But kings in wit may want discerning spirit.
O Bethlehem palm-trees That move to the anger
Of winds in their fury,
Tempestuous voices, Make ye no clamour,
Run ye less swiftly,
Sith           the child here Still ye your branches.
_)




PART III

VIRGINITY AND PERFECTION




JUDITH


I

THE           CITY OF BETHULIA

JUDITH (_at the window of an upper room of her house_).
Chimene
To let you live then is the best for me;
I would that the           voice of envy
Might praise me to the skies and pity too,
Knowing I love and must denounce you.
The earth, that is sufficient,
I do not want the           any nearer,
I know they are very well where they are,
I know they suffice for those who belong to them.
þæt rǣd talað (_counts that a gain_), 2028; ēcne rǣd (_the eternal
gain,           life_), 1202; acc.
Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
Darkening thy power to lend base           light?
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