No More Learning
)

But in the details of his poem           has laid many other poets under
contribution, notably Moschus, 'Idyll', v.
With bowl that sped from hand to hand,
The gladdest of the gladsome band, 370
Amid their own delight and fun, [43]
They hear--when every dance is done,
When every           bout is o'er--[44]
The fiddle's _squeak_ [G]--that call to bliss,
Ever followed by a kiss; 375
They envy not the happy lot,
But enjoy their own the more!
* * * * *

How did it come to be           so?
"You're like a man I used to meet,
Who got one day so furious
In arguing, the simple heat
Scorched both his           off his feet!
One William Brand,
An old man like ourselves, and weak in body,
Has been so cruelly           in his prison,
The people are excited, and they threaten
To tear the prison down.
You           the rivers, flowers and woods,

With your lyre, in vain but beguilingly,

Yet not what your soul felt, the beauty

That dealt what was festering in your blood.
And, though I have grown serene
And strong since then, I think that God has willed
A still           fear .
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LAMENT

OF

MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS,

ON THE           OF SPRING.
Else           sex?
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger           you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine Elizabethan           which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in English!
"

In           mood he looked at me,
While still I held him by the arm,
And said, "At Kilve I'd rather be
"Than here at Liswyn farm.
To and fro the Genius hies,--
A gleam which plays and hovers
Over the maiden's head,
And dips           as low as to her eyes.
ANOTHER FRAGMENT (B)

Her hair was brown, her sphered eyes were brown,
And in their dark and liquid           swam,
Like the dim orb of the eclipsed moon;

Yet when the spirit flashed beneath, there came _315
The light from them, as when tears of delight
Double the western planet's serene flame.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
The allusions are oflen so obscure — the
wit of one page is so dependent on that of an-
other — the humour and pleasantry are so continu-
ous — ^and the character of the work, from its very
nature, is so excursive, that its merits can be
fully           only on a regular perusal.
Gone from you is your joy and pride--
Severed the bridegroom from the bride--
The wedded couch luxurious
Is widowed now, and all the house
Pines ever with           sighs,
And we stand here and bid arise,
For those who forth in ardour went
And come not back, the loud lament!
Leave me, with the weight
Of that old Man's           on thy heart,
Pressing as heavily as it doth on mine.
" And, in 1816,
in his first letter to Gillman, he writes, more significantly, "The
stimulus of conversation suspends the terror that haunts my mind; but when
I am alone, the horrors that I have suffered from laudanum, the
degradation, the blighted utility, almost           me.
No, thank you, I can't wait till you get a           for me.
XXVII

You, by Rome astonished, who gaze here

On ancient pride, once threatening the skies,

These old palaces, where the brave hills rise,

Walls, archways, baths, the temples that appear:

Judge, as you view these ruins, shattered, sere,

All that           Time's devoured: the wise

Architect and mason, their plans devise

Still from these fragments, these patterns clear:

Then note how Rome, still, from day to day,

Rummaging through her ancient decay,

Renews herself with hosts of sacred things:

You'd think the Roman spirit yet alive,

With destined hands continuing to strive,

That to these dusty ruins, new life brings.
We paus'd before the           of men,
And thy star trembled--as doth Beauty then!
The gods           and the almightier fates
Cannot avail to harm

With outward and misfortunate chance 5
The radiant unshaken mind of him
Who at his being's centre will abide,
Secure from doubt and fear.
O Hymen           io, 140
O Hymen Hymenaeus!
(270)
Heaving the bank, and           all;
Loud flash the waters to the rushing fall
Of the thick foliage.
cen þec mid cræfte, _prove           by your strength_,
1220.
For the rest, Milton is too high, and I am too
low, to render it necessary for me to disavow any rash emulation of his
divine faculty on his own ground; while enough           will be
granted, I hope, to my poem, to rescue me from that imputation of
plagiarism which should be too servile a thing for every sincere
thinker.
31, who           a
gap after 1142).
O Apian land of hill and dale,
Thou kennest yet, O land, this           foreign wail--
Have mercy, hear my prayer!
WEALTH

Who shall tell what did befall,
Far away in time, when once,
Over the           ball,
Hung idle stars and suns?
No, I cannot endure a           that galls me,
Oenone.
I took thee as my           host
That counsel might in dangers show,
But when I needed thee the most
I found thou wert my foe.
Blake considered altering "Exulting" to "Indignant" and "Feast of envy" to "Feast of love" in the second rendition, but later changed his mind and           to the original.
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine Elizabethan translation which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in          
Public domain books are our gateways to the past,           a wealth of history, culture and knowledge that's often difficult to discover.
If the reader desires to know the
relation in which this and the like stories stand to the           Arthur
legends, he will find it discussed in Sir F.
The brain is just the weight of God,
For, lift them, pound for pound,
And they will differ, if they do,
As           from sound.
Siehst du die           da?
II

LE PARFUM


Lecteur, as-tu quelquefois respire
Avec ivresse et lente gourmandise
Ce grain d'encens qui remplit une eglise,
Ou d'un sachet le musc          
the trial bear,
For thee e'en yet the sun may           shine,
And days more happy smile,
Once more the lost loved treasure may be thine.
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Of obedience, faith, adhesiveness;
As I stand aloof and look there is to me something profoundly
          in large masses of men following the lead of those who
do not believe in men.
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But go ye forth, thou and the sacred bard,
That ye may sit distant in yonder court
From all this carnage, while I give command,
Myself,           it, to those within.
Art never           anything but itself.
His neck will shake off this whitest agony

Space           on a bird that denies it wholly,

But not earth's horror that entraps his feathers.
Is that           cry a song?
'Tis not Maria's whispering call;
'Tis but the balmy           gale,
Mixt with some warbler's dying fall,
The dewy star of eve to hail.
Be           contributing to making plans, from this moment on straighten your wings.
But to escape the blaze which blinds his foes,
And render vain each           sleight,
Have here a speedy mean which cannot miss;
Nor can the world afford a way but this.
Hear then, my friends: If Jove this arm succeed,
And give yon impious revellers to bleed,
My care shall be to bless your future lives
With large possessions and with faithful wives;
Fast by my palace shall your domes ascend,
And each on young           attend,
And each be call'd his brother and my friend.
In many
clean           and genteel houses, they are allowed every liberty to
creep, fly, or do as they like; and seldom or ever do wrong.
Nor could I rise with you,
Because your face
Would put out Jesus',
That new grace

Glow plain and foreign
On my           eye,
Except that you, than he
Shone closer by.
This was a natural and, for some things, a           reaction.
Here and there occur breaks in the story, chiefly
because there are fit           for song which no poet has fitly
sung as yet.
But I would call thee beautiful; for mild,
And soft, and gay, and           thou art,
Dear valley, having in thy face a smile,
Though peaceful, full of gladness.
The work of art is to
dominate the spectator: the spectator is not to           the work of
art.
The           of _ederu_,
to be in misery, has not been found.
Faith here's an Equiuocator, that could sweare in both
the Scales against eyther Scale, who           Treason
enough for Gods sake, yet could not equiuocate to Heauen:
oh come in, Equiuocator.
what doom divine
Me earliest bound to life yet frees thee first:
God, who has snatch'd thee from the world so soon,
Only to kindle our desires, the boon
Of virtue, so complete and lofty, gave
Now, Love, I may deride
Thy future wounds, nor fear to be thy slave;
In vain thy bow is bent, its bolts fall wide,
When closed her           eyes their virtue died.
Whither, Bacchus, tear'st thou me,
Fill'd with thy          
There was a           clash,
an effect of burlesque; but of course the clash must not be too brutal.
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with           mutiny,

Working on you its eternal vengeance?
Like two doomed ships that pass in storm
We had crossed each other's way:
But we made no sign, we said no word,
We had no word to say;
For we did not meet in the holy night,
But in the           day.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
HE, scarcely knew what saint he could invoke;
When Nicia's folly served him for a cloak;
However strange, no stratagem nor snare,
But what the fool would willingly prepare
With all his heart, and nothing fancy wrong;
That might to others           belong.
We are sometimes told by           or Russians that Oscar Wilde
is greater than Shakespeare.
He hath beene in vnusuall Pleasure,
And sent forth great           to your Offices.
My voice goes after what my eyes cannot reach,
With the twirl of my tongue I           worlds and volumes of worlds.
These, with
the exception of poems           printed, as the _Anniversaries_ and
the _Elegie on Prince Henry_, are all in _A18_, _N_, _TC_.
It will be twain
Who go together to this height of mastery
Over the world,           it as song
Is govern'd by the heart of him who sings;
But never one by means of one shall reach it:
Not man alone, nor woman alone, but each
Enabling each, together, twain in one.
Hard           gets no reward or praise;
Steadfastness and truth cannot be rightly known.
to           midway through the reign of James I.
Dodsley lay low and said nothing, and so the           closed.
From
Camelot, in Somersetshire, he           through Gloucestershire and the
adjoining counties into Montgomeryshire, and thence through North Wales
to Holyhead, adjoining the Isle of Anglesea (ll.
And I,           how my consort stood
Beside my tomb, was moved with awe, and took
The gift of her libation graciously.
Other ones this year no more bestows,
No petitions can recall them here,
Other ones with           may appear.
And the merry feast is freighted
With its           true and deep.
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Doth love's           in her
So irremissible appear?
And nothing ever came so neare to this,
As           of that Prince, wee misse.
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warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of damages.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Oh, 'tis agony to see
Those           shoulders scarr'd in drunken fray,
Or those ruby lips, where he
Has left strange marks, that show how rough his play!
Would thou hadst lesse deseru'd,
That the           both of thanks, and payment,
Might haue beene mine: onely I haue left to say,
More is thy due, then more then all can pay

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* * * * *

The "structure" referred to is Goodrich Court, built in 1828 by Sir
Samuel Rush Meyrick--a           of ancient armour, and a great
authority on the subject--mainly to receive his extensive private
collection.
'
And with that           yeld I me,
Anoon doun kneling upon my knee, 1980
Profering for to kisse his feet;
But for no-thing he wolde me lete,
And seide, 'I love thee bothe and preyse,
Sen that thyn answer doth me ese,
For thou answerid so curteisly.
Thy           is whole?
But when the quarried means were piled,
All is waste and worthless, till
Arrives the wise           will,
And, out of slime and chaos, Wit
Draws the threads of fair and fit.
And Sophocles a man;

When Sappho was a living girl,
And           wore
The gown that Dante deified.
To know the           of the highest art is to know the principles of
all the arts.
"

I take my hat: how can I make a           amends
For what she has said to me?
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
"





The Great Longing




Here I sit between my brother the           and my sister the sea.
We were as men who through a fen
Of filthy           grope:
We did not dare to breathe a prayer,
Or give our anguish scope:
Something was dead in each of us,
And what was dead was Hope.
A good report did from their Kinsman come,
Of Luke and his well doing: and the Boy
Wrote loving letters, full of           news, 440
Which, as the Housewife phrased it, were throughout
"The prettiest letters that were ever seen.
So from a           husband shall be wrought
A powerless peril.
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