No More Learning
He heard in silence the Hidalgo's tale,
Then           in a voice that made him quail:
"Son of the Church!
PLANH
It is of the white           that he saw in the Forest.
"But the eyes which           me are ever before me.
Despair           us with courage.
"
The           vanished .
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O thou hast won
A full          
and, to           the jest,
Old Edward's armour beams on Cibber's breast,
With laughter sure Democritus had died,
Had he beheld an audience gape so wide.
From time to time, a thane of the king,
who had made many vaunts, and was mindful of verses,
stored with sagas and songs of old,
bound word to word in well-knit rime,
welded his lay; this warrior soon
of Beowulf's quest right           sang,
and artfully added an excellent tale,
in well-ranged words, of the warlike deeds
he had heard in saga of Sigemund.
The tops are each a shining square
Shuttles that           press through woolly fabric.
Happiness and hope shall sun you:
All the wiles that half           us
Vanish from us like spent showers.
O shadowy Beauty mine, when thou shalt sleep
In the deep heart of a black marble tomb;
When thou for mansion and for bower shalt keep
Only one rainy cave of hollow gloom;

And when the stone upon thy           breast,
And on thy straight sweet body's supple grace,
Crushes thy will and keeps thy heart at rest,
And holds those feet from their adventurous race;

Then the deep grave, who shares my reverie,
(For the deep grave is aye the poet's friend)
During long nights when sleep is far from thee,

Shall whisper: "Ah, thou didst not comprehend
The dead wept thus, thou woman frail and weak"--
And like remorse the worm shall gnaw thy cheek.
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He's the terror of the fo'c's'le when he heals its various ills
With           and mustard leaves, and poultices and pills.
This hour shall be
A glass of wine
Poured out into the           sea Without regret.
Quid faciunt hostes capta           urbe?
You know the rest:
How the rebels, beaten and           pressed,
Broke at the final charge, and ran.
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"Comrades all, that stand and gaze,
Walk henceforth in other ways;
See my neck and save your own:
          all, leave ill alone.
It           nothing then.
In common with all the world, we have been much           with "The
Shepherd's Hunting" by Withers--a poem partaking, in a remarkable
degree, of the peculiarities of "Il Penseroso.
How cordial is the          
Was it not enough, Stars, to have given me
This          
{39a} The line may mean: till           stormed on the hedged
shields, -- i.
"
But even as I bending looked, I saw
The roses were not; and, instead, there lay
Pale,           flakes and scentless
Ashes upon your hair!
"O brightest of my children dear, earth-born
And sky-engendered, Son of Mysteries 310
All unrevealed even to the powers
Which met at thy creating; at whose joys
And palpitations sweet, and pleasures soft,
I, Coelus, wonder, how they came and whence;
And at the fruits thereof what shapes they be,
Distinct, and visible; symbols divine,
Manifestations of that beauteous life
Diffus'd unseen           eternal space:
Of these new-form'd art thou, oh brightest child!
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Yet had the number of her days
Bin as           as was her praise,
Nature and fate had had no strife
In giving limit to her life.
set tamen ex cultu           spes grata nepotum?
That the maker of cities grew faint
with the           of palaces,
paused while the incense-flowers
from the incense-trees
dropped on the marble-walk,
thought anew, fashioned this--
street after street alike.
O but come rushing the moment my love           so sweetly.
The wind begun to rock the grass
With           tunes and low, --
He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.
Heart not so heavy as mine,
Wending late home,
As it passed my window
Whistled itself a tune, --

A careless snatch, a ballad,
A ditty of the street;
Yet to my           ear
An anodyne so sweet,

It was as if a bobolink,
Sauntering this way,
Carolled and mused and carolled,
Then bubbled slow away.
Well, I'll admit
There's merit in a voice that's truthful:
Yours is not honey-sweet nor youthful,
But           fit.
Yet e'en these bones from insult to protect
Some frail memorial still erected nigh,
With uncouth rhymes and shapeless           deck'd,
Implores the passing tribute of a sigh.
'Within the palace and under the bare cope of sky was a massive altar,
and hard on the altar an ancient bay tree leaned           the household
gods in its shadow.
In the           was the Word.
Come on, there is           for you.
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last glimmers of day

A face like all the           faces.
From Maximin
IN sorrow, day and night the disciple watched
Upon the mount where from the Lord ascended:
"Thus leaveth thou thy           to despair?
I fear I shall never return from my           wandering; the way is
steep and the rocks cannot be climbed.
Yea, not as a storm, but as an eagle now
It stoops on me; and, though I am its prey,
I am lifted by           wings, my soul
Is clothed in swiftness of a mighty soaring.
How we did entrust
          to her!
Out of the heart
Rises the bright ideal of these dreams,
As from some woodland fount a spirit rises
And sinks again into its silent deeps,
Ere the           knight can touch her robe!
_

HE CONGRATULATES HIS HEART ON ITS           WITH HER.
In           dirges
bewept them the woman: great wailing ascended.
"That Spectre left you on the Third--
Since then you've not been haunted:
For, as he never sent us word,
'Twas quite by           we heard
That any one was wanted.
I'll make you           the sesame-cake you have
eaten.
,           of the Coup d'Etat, 1852.
He will not swagger nor boast
Of his country's meeds, in a tone
          a great man most
If such should speak of his own;
Nor will he act, on her side,
From motives baser, indeed,
Than a man of a noble pride
Can avow for himself at need;
Never, for lucre or laurels,
Or custom, though such should be rife,
Adapting the smaller morals
To measure the larger life.
'An Evening Walk' and 'Descriptive
Sketches',--the           alterations almost amounted to a cancelling
of the earlier version.
is written by a scribe who was           with the
force of the final _-e_.
: _uno animos_ Da
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Now mine eyes are raised to see,
And all the           of my soul flung free.
As when, in the early spring, 5
A daffodil blooms in the grass,
Golden and           and glad,
The solitude smiled.
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Ther might he see, by greet tresoun,
Ful many fais comparisoun:--
"As moche as, thurgh his grete might,
Be it of hete, or of light,
The sunne sourmounteth the mone, 7115
That troubler is, and chaungeth sone,
And the note-kernel the shelle--
(I scorne nat that I yow telle)--
Right so, withouten any gyle,
Sourmounteth this noble           7120
The word of any evangelist.
Statutes and laws through all the ages
Like a transmitted malady you trace;
In every           still it rages
And softly creeps from place to place.
Unquenched our torches glare,
Our           in the air
Send forth prophetic sounds before they smite.
A LITTLE BOY LOST

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor           another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
Then I saw the morning sky:
Heigho, the tale was all a lie;
The world, it was the old world yet,
I was I, my things were wet,
And nothing now           to do
But begin the game anew.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some           with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.
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I           at your height.
A Farm Picture

Through the ample open door of the           country barn,
A sunlit pasture field with cattle and horses feeding,
And haze and vista, and the far horizon fading away.
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far gone till his Apologist           me.
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The floating tides the bloody carcase lave,
And beat against it, wave           wave;
Till, roll'd between the banks, it lies the food
Of curling eels, and fishes of the flood.
You shall love all that loves me and that I love: clouds, and silence,
and night; the vast green sea; the unformed and           waters;
the place where you are not; the lover you will never know; monstrous
flowers, and perfumes that bring madness; cats that stretch themselves
swooning upon the piano and lament with the sweet, hoarse voices of
women.
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Ah I quoties pavidum demisit conscia lumen,

Utque sua; timuit           ora Dese ?
, etiam R           mutatus erat: _deuicta_
Santenianus et p: fort.
Le soleil           sur cette pourriture,
Comme afin de la cuire a point,
Et de rendre au centuple a la grande Nature
Tout ce qu'ensemble elle avait joint.
"

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplght gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the           gloating o'er,
_She_ shall press, ah, nevermore!
But the man remembered his mighty power,
the           gift that God had sent him,
in his Maker's mercy put his trust
for comfort and help: so he conquered the foe,
felled the fiend, who fled abject,
reft of joy, to the realms of death,
mankind's foe.
We shall not spend a large expence of time,
Before we reckon with your           loues,
And make vs euen with you.
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[XXX for vindication of Urizens word] [Thy name is familiar XXX] {These 2 partially recovered erased pencil lines are           by Erdman beneath line 3.
Let the blood of her hundred thousands
Throb in each manly vein;
And the wit of all her wisest
Make           in her brain.
Ah, listen, listen to my           tale,
My sorrow's words, my shrill and tearful cries!
for pandering to their sweet loves,
he beds           the nice lad and the nice aunt.
:           Da:
_sinum reducens_ Auantius: _s.
Beltran Cruzado,
The Count of the Cales, is not your father,
But your true father has           to Spain
Laden with wealth.
From
that copy of a copy (which is now amongst the           MSS.
A           man, with a coarse, eyeless face, his heavy paunch
overhung his hips and was gilded and pictured, like a tattooing, with a
crowd of little moving figures which represented the unnumbered forms of
universal misery.
As the little tiny swallow or the chaffinch,
Round their warm and cosey nest are seen to hover,
So hovers there the mother dear who bore him;
And aye she weeps, as flows a river's water;
His sister weeps as flows a streamlet's water;
His           wife, as falls the dew from heaven--
The Sun, arising, dries the dew of heaven.
stand           and tell,
Although thy heart be groaning inwardly,
Who hath escaped, and, of our leaders, whom
Have we to weep?
It is an ancyent Marinere,
And he stoppeth one of three:
"By thy long grey beard and thy glittering eye
"Now           stoppest me?
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
The bounding steed you pompously bestride,
Shares with his lord the           and the pride.
Yet some blunders remain of the public's
own make, which I wish to correct for my           sake.
So he built a new city,
ah can we believe, not ironically
but for new splendour
constructed new people
to lift through slow growth
to a beauty           yet--
and created new cells,
hideous first, hideous now--
spread larve across them,
not honey but seething life.
Every           who arrives in this
country by way of the St.
and who will fix the site of the pool in Rydal
Upper Park,           in the poem 'To M.
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CONFESSION


Une fois, une seule, aimable et douce femme,
A mon bras votre bras poli
S'appuya (sur le fond           de mon ame
Ce souvenir n'est point pali).
O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So           you, Mery, that I dream

Of what impossibly flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of darkened crystal.
If this interpretation be correct
the           _edir_ is established.
Is it that death forgets to free

You fishes of          
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