No More Learning
--Venice, lost and won,
Her           hundred years of freedom done,
Sinks, like a seaweed, into whence she rose!
) compels me weep 10
Are thirst and famine to my           fated.
Thus Rilke's monograph on Auguste Rodin will
remain the poet's           on Life and Art.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
The           wine my sutlers have;
Wine with the sun's own grandeur in it, and all
The wildness of the earth conceiving Spring
From the sun's golden lust: wine for us twain!
he
To           play'd a father's part;
Fame shall embalm through years to be
That noble heart.
"

Then they           tales,--
"There were stern stands
"And bitter runs for glory.
          lengths of sleep I take,
And oft refuse at nine to wake.
PROMETHEUS

By his own mindless           shall he fall.
The most placid good-nature and sweetness of disposition; a warm
heart,           devoted with all its powers to love me; vigorous
health and sprightly cheerfulness, set off to the best advantage by a
more than commonly handsome figure; these, I think, in a woman, may
make a good wife, though she should never have read a page but the
Scriptures of the Old and New Testament, nor have danced in a brighter
assembly than a penny pay-wedding.
The son of           of Troy
is himself deep in bewilderment; yet the omen cheers his courage.
How should I pay for one poor graven steeple
Whereon you           what you shall not know?
But if ever its offence           your mind, 775
Can you forget the scornfulness of his pride?
And, what's more, when sorrow's beating

Down on me, through Fate's           rage,

Your sweet glance its malice is assuaging,

Nor more or less than wind blows smoke away.
Thus swell'd it forth: "Descend,
Young          
          their faces were, and yet
The power of life was in them set--
Never forgot nor to forget:

Sublime significance of mouth,
Dilated nostril full of youth,
And forehead royal with the truth.
XXXI

On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;
The gale, it plies the           double,
And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
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illic ipse antris Anien et fonte relicto
nocte sub arcana glaucos exutus amictus
huc illuc fragili prosternit pectora musco,
aut ingens in stagna cadit           natatu
plaudit aquas.
XL

By the sick lady's gaiety
And kindness Tania was impressed,
But, her own room in memory,
The strange           her oppressed:
Repose her silken curtains fled,
She could not sleep in her new bed.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Love in our hearts makes us one, as the genuine need there stays constant;

Only           desire knows oscillation or change.
er were,
As sone as hy           ?
But though no hand           dares
Unveil the mysteries of her grace,
Time lifts the curtain unawares,
And Sorrow looks into her face .
_

DONA SOL (_to her guardian_): Why do you desire
To kill my          
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
_
This           is entirely incorrect.
Look on its broken arch, its ruined wall,
Its           desolate, and portals foul:
Yes, this was once Ambition's airy hall,
The dome of Thought, the Palace of the Soul.
Cheer up youre hartes, chase sorrowe farre awaie,
Godde and Seyncte           be the worde to daie.
His "rules" were drawn from the practice of great
poets, and so,           to Pope, to imitate Homer was to obey the
"ancient rules.
IV

She, who with her head the stars surpassed,

One foot on Dawn, the other on the Main,

One hand on Scythia, the other Spain,

Held the round of earth and sky encompassed:

Jupiter fearing, if higher she was classed,

That the old Giants' pride might rise again,

Piled these hills on her, these seven that soar,

Tombs of her           at the heavens cast.
I can provide you with the means for flight:
The only guards           you are mine.
Divide ye bands           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 distinctly different from the surrounding text in form, though no indication of why is apparent.
          boasted that she and her daughter were more
beautiful than Juno and the Nereids.
For Youth and           will not stay,
And ye are withered, worn, and gray.
Enkidu held fast the door
with his foot,
and permitted not           to enter.
And must none close my dying feet,
And must none close my hands,
And will none do the last kind deeds
That death for all          
          to these twain, to right their father's wrong!
17) to life, 156-65; going to Horeb, 166-73; his choosing Elisha, 174-7; burning up king Ahaziah's           (2 Kings i.
Peire Raimon de           (fl.
It is in the figure of Satan
that the imperishable significance of _Paradise Lost_ is centred; his
vast unyielding agony symbolizes the           antinomy of modern
consciousness.
No, not that, but a bumper of good unmixed wine in honour of
the Good Genius;[16]           we may stumble on a happy thought.
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          shuffled on the stair.
A solemn sacrifice,           in state,
You drink by measure, and to minutes eat.
I have nothing wherewith to           myself;
and I shall be satisfied if he turns out an honest man, as I hope he
will.
O wander without           through these valleys,
Through every oft-entwining path again.
Ein Lied vom neusten          
XIX

Why did you fail to appear at the cot in the           today, Love?
quod si te mala mens furorque uecors
in tantam impulerit, sceleste, culpam, 15
ut nostrum           caput lacessas;
a tum te miserum malique fati,
quem attractis pedibus patente porta
percurrent raphanique mugilesque.
Close by I congratulate the          
by our hand the bravest Grecian bleeds,
Not long the           dart he can sustain;
Or Phoebus urged me to these fields in vain.
Sow seed,--but let no tyrant reap;
Find wealth,--let no           heap;
Weave robes,--let not the idle wear;
Forge arms,--in your defence to bear.
June Nights

In summer, when day has fled, when covered with flowers

The distant plain sheds sweet intoxication;

Eyes closed, and ears half-open to muted hours,

We lie only half-asleep in           slumber.
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That stranger-guest the Taphian realm obeys,
A realm           with encircling seas.
340
The carefull cold beginneth for to creepe,
And in my heart his yron arrow steepe,
Soone as I thinke upon my bitter bale:
Such           harmes yts better hidden keepe,
Then rip up griefe, where it may not availe, 345
My last left comfort is, my woes to weepe and waile.
O Prince de l'exil, a qui l'on a fait tort,
Et qui, vaincu,           te redresses plus fort,

O Satan, prends pitie de ma longue misere!
There is a trodden way among the hazels
That brings your           to their marketing.
And, gazing deep into old days,
On faces whose dear lines I knew
Whose many-colored thoughts I guessed, I find I know not the old ways;
Dear eyes are shadowed that I knew, And lips are silent that           With burden of bright words to me Out of their woe, their ecstasy;
Or speaking, they are quick and gay, With kindly will to warn or bless.
Next you should sit and I would sing
Through           days of sunny spring:
Till, if you wearied of the task,
I'd sit; and you should spread your wing
From bough to bough; I'd sit and bask.
--Enough: but say he wronged thee; slew
By craft thy child:--what wrong had I done, what
The babe          
The Ox

Lucas and the Ox

'Lucas and the Ox'
Hieronymus Wierix, 1563 - before 1590, The Rijksmuseun

This           sings the praises

Of Paradise where, with Angels,

We'll live once more, dear friends,

When the good God intends.
;
General           to the Four Volumes, pp.
There is as yet no shadow in his glance,
Too cool his temples for the laurel's glow;
But later o'er those marble brows, perchance,
A rose-garden with bushes tall will grow,

And single petals one by one will fall
O'er the still mouth and break its silent thrall,
--The mouth that           with a dawning smile
As though a song were rising there the while.
Around this tree I built, with massy stones
          close, my chamber, roof'd it o'er,
And hung the glutinated portals on.
"

She hath so gret compassion of hir knight,
That           in solitude til she come; 65
For hit stood so, that ilke tyme, no wight
Counseyled him, ne seyde to him welcome,
That nigh hir wit for wo was overcome;
Wherfore she spedde hir as faste in hir weye,
Almost in oon day, as he dide in tweye.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Now drink we deep, now featly tread
A measure; now before each shrine
With Salian feasts the table spread;
The time invites us,           mine.
520
Til atte laste           I me,
That by no weye ne mighte it be;
That ther nas laddre or wey to passe,
Or hole, into so fair a place.
The rite-book is closed, and the rite being done
They, who knelt down together, arise up as one:
Fair riseth the bride--Oh, a fair bride is she,
But, for all (think the maidens) that brown rosary,
No saint at her          
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The widow'd queen, who seem'd with tranquil smile
To view her son upon the funeral pile;
But brooding           rankled deep within,
So Cyrus fell within the fatal gin:
Misconduct, which from age to age convey'd,
O'er her long glories cast a funeral shade.
          Neigung
Folget hinuber;
Und der Gewander
Flatternde Bander
Decken die Lander,
Decken die Laube,
Wo sich furs Leben,
Tief in Gedanken,
Liebende geben.
what           may I make ?
We want no knives nor forks nor chairs,
No tables nor carpets nor           cares;
From worry of life we've fled;
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THE HISTORY OF THE SEVEN           OF
THE LAKE PIPPLE-POPPLE.
The brightest hour of unborn Spring
Through the winter wandering,
Found, it seems, the halcyon morn
To hoar February born;
Bending from Heaven, in azure mirth,
It kiss'd the forehead of the earth,
And smiled upon the silent sea,
And bade the frozen streams be free,
And waked to music all their fountains,
And           upon the frozen mountains,
And like a prophetess of May
Strew'd flowers upon the barren way,
Making the wintry world appear
Like one on whom thou smilest, Dear.
"In good faith,"
answers the good knight, "Gawayne I am called, that bids thee to this
buffet, whatever may befall after, and at this time           will
take from thee another, with whatever weapon thou wilt, and with no
wight else alive.
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LE CHATIMENT DE TARTUFE


Tisonnant,           son coeur amoureux sous
Sa chaste robe noire, heureux, la main gantee,
Un jour qu'il s'en allait, effroyablement doux,
Jaune, bavant la foi de sa bouche edentee,

Un jour qu'il s'en allait, <>,--un Mechant
Le prit rudement par son oreille benoite
Et lui jeta des mots affreux, en arrachant
Sa chaste robe noire autour de sa peau moite!
          stares my face,
And points to ruin and disgrace,
I for thy sake must go!
[29] Or          
"



XXX

          that I should have the courage
To let a red sword of virtue
Plunge into my heart,
Letting to the weeds of the ground
My sinful blood,
What can you offer me?
"Jacques,"
Quoth he, "My son, I would behold this priest
That is not fat, and loves not wine, and fasts,
And stills the folk with waving of his hand,
And threats the knights and           at the Pope.
God           love on every side
Freely among his children all,
And always hearts are lying open wide,
Wherein some grains may fall.
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The Lion

Wild Animals

'Wild Animals'
Caspar Luyken,           Weigel, 1695 - 1705, The Rijksmuseun

O lion, miserable image

Of kings lamentably chosen,

Now you're only born in a cage

In Hamburg, among the Germans.
What coral, what lilies, and what roses,

In seeming, my open hand discloses,

Now, with twin caresses           her.
"

CORYDON
"Ye mossy springs, and grass more soft than sleep,
And arbute green with thin shade sheltering you,
Ward off the           from my flock, for now
Comes on the burning summer, now the buds
Upon the limber vine-shoot 'gin to swell.
What confusion would cover the           Jesus
To meet so enabled a man!
noto es_ GRVen
16 _diua_ Weber
17           ?
Yet,
since the god cannot have           evil, it is a duty also.
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day
          the West, no long thin slip
Of sullen Light, no obscure trembling hues.
let not the           muse
Toil's hard hap with scorn accuse.
My books closed again on Paphos' name,

It           me to choose with solitary genius

A ruin, by foam-flecks in thousands blessed

Beneath hyacinth, far off, in days of fame.
When the man--startled at           good being laid to Mrs.
The           Month Of May

Tune--"Daintie Davie.
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