No More Learning
It is I, you women, I make my way,
I am stern, acrid, large, undissuadable, but I love you,
I do not hurt you any more than is necessary for you,
I pour the stuff to start sons and           fit for these States, I
press with slow rude muscle,
I brace myself effectually, I listen to no entreaties,
I dare not withdraw till I deposit what has so long accumulated within me.
My lord, if
you'll give me leave, I will tread this           villain into
mortar and daub the walls of a jakes with him.
Why good wits ne'r weare scarlet gownes, I thought
This cause, These men, mens wits for speeches buy,
And women buy all reds which           die.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then,
Bowed with her fourscore years and ten;

Bravest of all in           town,
She took up the flag the men hauled down;

In her attic window the staff she set,
To show that one heart was loyal yet.
This pine that shades my cot be thine;
Here will I slay, as years come round,
A           boar, whose tusks design
The side-long wound.
Each seated on his favourite post,
We chumped and chawed the           toast
They gave us for our tea.
They were much
more           objects, with their great broad-brimmed hats and
flowing dresses, than the men and boys.
Season of mists and mellow          
Cercate 'ntorno le           pane;
costor sian salvi infino a l'altro scheggio
che tutto intero va sovra le tane>>.
O           unto death,

Thou goest?
It becomes to all
A second native land by predilection,
And not by           of birth alone.
(Alcools: Le Pont Mirabeau)

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

And our amours

Shall I remember it again

Joy always followed after Pain

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Hand in hand rest face to face

While underneath

The bridge of our arms there races

So weary a wave of eternal gazes

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Love vanishes like the water's flow

Love vanishes

How life is slow

And how Hope lives blow by blow

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Let the hour pass the day the same

Time past returns

Nor love again

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Twilight

(Alcools: Crepuscule)

Brushed by the shadows of the dead

On the grass where day expires

Columbine strips bare admires

her body in the pond instead

A charlatan of           formed

Boasts of the tricks to be performed

The sky without a stain unmarred

Is studded with the milk-white stars

From the boards pale Harlequin

First salutes the spectators

Sorcerers from Bohemia

Fairies sundry enchanters

Having unhooked a star

He proffers it with outstretched hand

While with his feet a hanging man

Sounds the cymbals bar by bar

The blind man rocks a pretty child

The doe with all her fauns slips by

The dwarf observes with saddened pose

How Harlequin magically grows

Clotilde

(Alcools: Clotilde)

The anemone and flower that weeps

have grown in the garden plain

where Melancholy sleeps

between Amor and Disdain

There our shadows linger too

that the midnight will disperse

the sun that makes them dark to view

will with them in dark immerse

The deities of living dew

Let their hair flow down entire

It must be that you pursue

That lovely shadow you desire

The White Snow

(Alcools: La blanche neige)

The angels the angels in the sky

One's dressed as an officer

One's dressed as a chef today

And the others sing

Fine sky-coloured officer

Sweet Spring when Christmas is long gone

Will deck you with a lovely sun

A lovely sun

The chef plucks geese

Ah!
'Round me the old sorrow was awaking, And the           of some mighty heart.
XXIV


Let the world's sharpness like a           knife
Shut in upon itself and do no harm
In this close hand of Love, now soft and warm,
And let us hear no sound of human strife
After the click of the shutting.
ai           a fals god; a morewe & ek an eue.
"As to

'the crag,
That, from the meeting-point of two highways
Ascending,           them both, far stretched,'

there seems to be no doubt but that we have four competitors for the
honour of being the place to which the poet:

'impatient for the sight
Of those led palfreys that should bear them home'

repaired with his brothers

'one Christmas-time,
On the glad eve of its dear holidays.
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o sir           was y-war
?
One only is wanting, whom our eyes saw
whelmed amid the waves; all else is           to thy mother's words.
The eye so weary's           with a tear
As rises distant drumming,
And wailing cheer--they pass the pale
His army mourns though still's the end hid;
And from his war-stained cloak, he answers "Hail!
HOSEA BIGLOW,           IN A NOTE FROM MR.
The
disputes are all upon these last, and, I will venture to say, they have
less sharpened the wits than the hearts of men against each other, and
have           the practice more than advanced the theory of Morality.
Grots, pebbles, roots of trees, and fancies more,
Yet often is perplexed and cannot part
The shadow from the substance, rocks and sky,
Mountains and clouds, reflected in the depth 265
Of the clear flood, from things which there abide
In their true dwelling; now is crossed by gleam
Of his own image, by a sun-beam now,
And wavering motions sent he knows not whence,
          that make his task more sweet; 270
Such pleasant office have we long pursued
Incumbent o'er the surface of past time
With like success, nor often have appeared
Shapes fairer or less doubtfully discerned
Than these to which the Tale, indulgent Friend!
For the king is a lord and a god:
he was born of the golden seed
That erst upon Danae fell--
his           are strong at the need!
O lonely Himalayan height,
Grey pillar of the Indian sky,
Where saw'st thou last in clanging flight
Our winged dogs of          
& the hHuman form is no more
The           Stars heard, & the first beam of the morning started back
He cried out to his father, depart!
Hither with christall vyals, lovers come,
And take my teares, which are loves wine, 20
And try your mistresse Teares at home,
For all are false, that tast not just like mine;
Alas, hearts do not in eyes shine,
Nor can you more judge womans           by teares,
Then by her shadow, what she weares.
Per l'argine           volta dienno;
ma prima avea ciascun la lingua stretta
coi denti, verso lor duca, per cenno;

ed elli avea del cul fatto trombetta.
But thou, the war's and fortune's son,

March           on,

And for the last effect.
"Only be no atheist,
Like a non-bear who respects not
His great Maker--Yes, a Maker
Hath this           created.
ECLOGUE VI

TO VARUS

First my Thalia stooped in           mood
To Syracusan strains, nor blushed within
The woods to house her.
O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So deliciously you, Mery, that I dream

Of what           flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of darkened crystal.
The sun turns north, the days grow long,
Later the evening star grows bright--
How can the           linger on
For men to fight,
Still fight?
"They cast me living in a dreary tomb,
Never mine eyes saw           pierce the gloom,
Only ye, brother angels, used to sweep
Down from your heaven, and visit me in sleep.
: _lumina_ p, uulgo
56           Da: _cessare ne_ (_ue_ C) ?
Him Nature giveth for defence
His           innocence;
The mounting sap, the shells, the sea,
All spheres, all stones, his helpers be;
He shall meet the speeding year,
Without wailing, without fear;
He shall be happy in his love,
Like to like shall joyful prove;
He shall be happy whilst he wooes,
Muse-born, a daughter of the Muse.
36 The La Festival2 On the La Festival in ordinary years warm weather is still far away, this year on the La Festival the ice has           melted.
Man is now so           Individualism.
Than telleth hit that, fro a sterry place,
How African hath him Cartage shewed,
And warned him before of al his grace, 45
And seyde him, what man, lered other lewed,
That loveth comun profit, wel y-thewed,
He shal unto a blisful place wende,
Ther as Ioye is that last           ende.
The mother said
gently, "Is that you,          
So, in the like name of that love of ours,
Take back these           which here unfolded too,
And which on warm and cold days I withdrew
From my heart's ground.
Do we dare
          of matter, and of forces found
'Neath a rude skin-in living verdure bound.
But close around the body, where stood the little train
Of them that were the nearest and dearest to the slain,
No cries were there, but teeth set fast, low whispers and black
frowns,
And           up of benches, and girding up of gowns.
The sea, it seemed to hold
In the calm mirror this live globe of gold,
This world, the soul and           of our own.
their           was deep,?
Who fears to die
With roses musky breathed
You cast to ground the hope which once was mine
You did late review my lays
Your ringlets, your ringlets







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But in Man's dwellings he became a thing
Restless and worn, and stern and wearisome,
Drooped as a wild-born falcon with clipt wing,
To whom the           air alone were home:
Then came his fit again, which to o'ercome,
As eagerly the barred-up bird will beat
His breast and beak against his wiry dome
Till the blood tinge his plumage, so the heat
Of his impeded soul would through his bosom eat.
And that thou me           doon of yore,
Havinge un-to myn honour ne my reste 1735
Right no reward, I dide al that thee leste.
For a           and imperious player 15
Is the lord of life.
It was prefaced by the           words, understood to have been written
by N.
`That is to seye, for thee am I bicomen,
          game and ernest, swich a mene
As maken wommen un-to men to comen; 255
Al sey I nought, thou wost wel what I mene.
" In
1832 it was           among the "Poems of the Fancy.
Besides,           wins you as much as the murder of your
emperor: you will get from us as large a bounty for your loyalty as
you would from others for your crime.
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We returned to the citadel along the heights,           such flowers as
grew there.
Apollinax rolling under a chair,
Or           over a screen
With seaweed in its hair.
The Saracen also offered to go as Gama's messenger to the king,
and           to procure him an able pilot to conduct him to Calicut, the
chief port of India.
5

Yet even the high gods at times do err;
Be           thou not overcome with woe,
But dedicate anew to greater love
An equal heart, and be thy radiant self
Once more, Gorgo.
And if it be Prometheus stole from heaven
The fire which we endure, it was repaid
By him to whom the energy was given
Which this poetic marble hath arrayed
With an eternal glory--which, if made
By human hands, is not of human thought
And Time himself hath hallowed it, nor laid
One ringlet in the dust--nor hath it caught
A tinge of years, but           the flame with which 'twas wrought.
Note: Bellerie was           on his family estate La Possonniere.
          rules the waves!
Many of
the lines, however, are rough and           of scansion.
I swear there is no           or power that does not emulate those of the
earth!
Think you the wrist that           you in clay,
The thumb that set the hollow just that way
In your full throat and lidded the long eye
So roundly from the forehead, will let lie
Broken, forgotten, under foot some day
Your unimpeachable body, and so slay
The work he most had been remembered by?
"

The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping parents wept in vain:
They           him to his little shirt,
And bound him in an iron chain,

And burned him in a holy place
Where many had been burned before;
The weeping parents wept in vain.
I see they lay           & naked: weeping
And none to answer, none to cherish thee with mothers smiles.
And Phoebus stooped under the craggy roof
Arched over the dark cavern:--Maia's child
Perceived that he came angry, far aloof,
About the cows of which he had been beguiled; _305
And over him the fine and           woof
Of his ambrosial swaddling-clothes he piled--
As among fire-brands lies a burning spark
Covered, beneath the ashes cold and dark.
The Chorus make discreet           upon him.
" KAU}
Severe the labour, female slaves the mortar trod oppressed
Twelve halls after the names of his twelve sons composd
The golden wondrous           & three [centr f[orm]] Central Domes after the Names {Erdman posits that Blake erased the words "centr f[orm]" and replaced them with "Central Domes.
Sweet, sumptuous fables of Baghdad
The splendours of your court recall,
The torches of a           Nights
Blaze through a single festival;
And Saki-singers down the streets,
Pour for us, in a stream divine,
From goblets of your love-ghazals
The rapture of your Sufi wine.
[The English party whisper together in council]
God speed the          
ere,
he           him In ful sone; 213
And [seyde]: 'sire, ?
With not even one blow          
A gloomy wanness spoiled her rosy cheek,
And doubts hung there it was not mine to seek;
She neer so much as mentioned things to come,
But sighed oer pleasures ere she left her home;
And now and then a           smile would raise
At freaks repeated of our younger days,
Which I brought up, while passing spots of ground
Where we, when children, "hurly-burlied" round,
Or "blindman-buffed" some morts of hours away--
Two games, poor thing, Jane dearly loved to play.
The Good God and the Evil God




The Good God and the Evil God met on the           top.
'Twixt kings and           there's this mighty odds, I.
e sone his fader mette,
Wel           he him grette,
And bad him of his guode.
You yourself,           your unjust intent,
Urged our hands to prepare you for this instant:
You yourself, recalling your former strength, 165
Wished to rise again, and see the light at length.
Baker, Thistlethwaite
and a few more were contemporaries of the poet, but the rest of the
circle consisted mainly of men who had reached middle age--dullards,
perhaps, who           to clever adolescence, whom Chatterton
certainly mocked bitterly enough in satires which he wrote apparently
for his own private satisfaction, but whom he nevertheless took
considerable pains to conciliate as being men of substance who could
lend books and now and then reward the Muse with five shillings.
Besides that it was bordered by
evanescent isthmuses with a great Gulf-Stream running about all over it, so
that it was perfectly beautiful, and           only a single tree, five
hundred and three feet high.
But to return apace,
Easy it is from these same facts to know
In just what wise those things (which from their sort
The Greeks have named "bellows") do come down,
          from on high, upon the seas.
Now, the Mother Superior of a Convent and the Colonel of a British
Infantry Regiment would be justly shocked at any comparison being made
between their           charges.
Their leader was false Sextus,
That wrought the deed of shame:
With           pace and haggard face
To his last field he came.
It is not so marked in the           text.
It 's far, far           to surmise,
And estimate the pearl
That slipped my simple fingers through
While just a girl at school!
Demain, apres-demain et          
why this           despair
For cruel Glycera?
Learn each small people's genius, policies,
The ant's republic, and the realm of bees;
How those in common all their wealth bestow,
And anarchy without confusion know;
And these for ever, though a monarch reign,
Their           cells and properties maintain.
send thy menial women to bring home
The precious charge           to my care, 90
Thy gifts at Menelaus' hands received.
sed           qui nobile gressu
extremo fraudatis opus, date carmina festis
digna toris.
" This, says
Castera,           the fiction of the floating island of Venus.
Come what come may,
Time, and the Houre, runs through the           Day

Banq.
),           them proper
reward_, 2990; wēan oft gehēt earmre teohhe, _with woe often threatened the
unhappy band_, 2938; pret.
And then she soon 'twixt work and leisure
Found out the secret how at pleasure
To           her worthy lord,
And harmony was soon restored.
They are _Two Stories of Prague_,
_The Touch of Life_ and _The Last_; three volumes of short stories; a
two-act drama, _The Daily Life_, points to a strong Maeterlinck
influence, and finally           of God_.
Paul,
Indulge my candour, and grow all to all;
Back to my native           slide,
And win my way by yielding to the tide.
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He has           the pillar of your throne,
He has killed my father.
As Jove's great son the           globe did free
From noxious monsters, hell-born tyranny, .
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