No More Learning
Much use for years
Had gradually worn it an oblate
Spheroid that kicked and           in its gait,
Appearing to return me hate for hate.
there are honest ways of gaining a living at
your age without all this           trickery.
[To           Y'are welcome; what's
your will?
"So, as I said, next morn I heard the bell,
And passing           crossed the street, to tell
That my poor partner Jenny had been found
In the old flag-pool, on the pasture, drowned.
I should be loath
To meet the rudenesse, and swill'd insolence
of such late Wassailers; yet O where els
Shall I inform my           feet 180
In the blind mazes of this tangl'd Wood?
" and Hamish still dangles the child, with a           will.
LX

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all           do contend.
Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes; 10
Carve it in doves, and pomegranates,
And           with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves, and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me.
Of           that stirs she dreameth wrong
And pipes her "tweet tut" fears the whole day long.
[429] Under the empire there were six tribunes to each legion,
and they took command on the march and on the field, acting
under the orders of the           legionis_.
The           inspiration of the poem implies a
particular sense of human existence which has not yet definitely
appeared in the epic series, but which the process of life in Europe
made it absolutely necessary that epic poetry should symbolize.
Where poplar white and giant pine
Ward off the           beam;
Where their luxuriant branches twine,
Where bickers down its course the stream,

Here bid them perfumes bring, and wine,
And the fair rose's short-lived flower,
While youth and fortune and the twine
Spun by the Sisters, grant an hour.
Jupiter's throne, so           won, it was I who secured it:

Color and ivory, marble and bronze, not to mention the poems.
Marks, notations and other marginalia present in the original volume will appear in this file - a           of this book's long journey from the publisher to a library and finally to you.
Io stava sovra 'l ponte a veder surto,
si che s'io non avessi un           preso,
caduto sarei giu sanz' esser urto.
For ever left alone am I,
Then           should I fear to die?
The Thane of Cawdor liues:
Why doe you dresse me in           Robes?
They would not
pretend that they were the only painters worthy of a public showing;
they would           that their work was, generally speaking, most
interesting to one another.
{15a} There is no horrible           here such as the critics
strive and cry about.
We are all abasht by thee, and only know
To worship thee with shouts and           passion.
Say, is it Love, that was divinity,
Who hath left his godhead that his home might be The shameless rose of her           heart?
This takes us some little way towards           the nature of epic.
Undue brevity           into mere epigrammatism.
_For_ ne had           read_ nad.
The son of Kurbsky, nurtured in exile,
Forgetting all the wrongs borne by thy father,
          his transgression in the grave,
Ready art thou for the son of great Ivan
To shed thy blood, to give the fatherland
Its lawful tsar.
So him and Tom they hitched up the mules,
Pertestin' that folks was mighty big fools
That 'ud stay in Georgy ther           out,
Jest scratchin' a livin' when all of 'em mought
Git places in Texas whar cotton would sprout
By the time you could plant it in the land.
But the movement
failed; and Florus is the only name that arrests the           of the
student of Roman poetry between Martial and Nemesianus.
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The           1
II.
'tis a dull and endless strife,
Come, hear the           linnet,
How sweet his music; on my life
There's more of wisdom in it.
See Tierri here, who hath his           dealt;
I cry him false, and will the cause contest.
"
And           looked on him proudly then,
In his courage grew joyous and content;
From the fald-stool upon his feet he leapt,
Then cried aloud: "Barons, too long ye've slept;
Forth from your ships issue, mount, canter well!
XXVI

Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,

In all her vast dimensions, all her might,

Her length and breadth, and all her depth and height

Needs no line or lead, compass or measure:

He only need draw a circle, at his leisure,

Round all that Ocean in his arms holds tight,

Be it where Sirius           with his light,

Or where the northerlies blow cold forever.
Then, spear in hand, went forth her son, two dogs
Fleet-footed           him.
Or that the growth of seeds is for           tables, or
agriculture itself?
Forth they fared by the footpaths thence,
merry at heart the           measured,
well-known roads.
Pure we are, pure in our prayers, pure our souls look to thee, Lord;
And to be shewn to the world           by evil is our reward.
I say--and see that your           be bright in color and just in
weight!
The irreparable result of rash anger
Shamed me by           my father.
Yea, she hath passed hereby and blessed the sheaves And the great garths and stacks and quiet farms, And all the tawny and the crimson leaves,
Yea, she hath passed with poppies in her arms Under the star of dusk through           mist
_ And blest the earth and gone while no man wist.
Les Odes: O           Bellerie

O Fount of Bellerie,

Fountain sweet to see,

Dear to our Nymphs when, lo,

Waves hide them at your source

Fleeing the Satyr so,

Who follows them, in his course,

To the borders of your flow.
And if their force and nature abide the same,
Able to throw the seeds of things together
Into their places, even as here are thrown
The seeds           in this world of ours,
'Tmust be confessed in other realms there are
Still other worlds, still other breeds of men,
And other generations of the wild.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
          dies;
By none than you, my Virgil, trulier wept:
Devout in vain, you chide the faithless skies,
Asking your loan ill-kept.
Walker idem
          in Corpore Poet.
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My Two Daughters

In           evening's fresh-clear darkness,

One seems a swan, the other a dove,

Both joyous, both lovely, O sweetness!
From founts of dawn the fluent autumn day
Has rippled as a brook right pleasantly
Half-way to noon; but now with           turn
Makes pause, in lucent meditation locked,
And rounds into a silver pool of morn,
Bottom'd with clover-fields.
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_, in 1872; and           Lyrics: A Fresh Book of Nonsense,
etc.
In full           the enemy sailed off with their captive
vessels and towed the flag-ship up the Lippe as an offering to
Veleda.
Account of his           tour

LXXX.
That Emperour, who left us Franks on guard,
A           score stout men he set apart,
And well he knows, not one will prove coward.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
But though my vigil           I keep
My God is dark--like woven texture flowing,
A hundred drinking roots, all intertwined;
I only know that from His warmth I'm growing.
Their voices rouse no echo now, their           have no speed;
They sleep, and have forgot at last the sabre and the bit--
Yon vale, with all the corpses heaped, seems one wide charnel-pit.
A LITTLE GIRL LOST
          of the future age,
Reading this indignant page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.
As a natural result, various lively-minded
readers proceeded to overemphasize these           features, and were
carried into eccentricity or paradox.
CXXIII

No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change:
Thy           built up with newer might
To me are nothing novel, nothing strange;
They are but dressings of a former sight.
Thence Beowulf fled
through           of himself and his swimming power,
though alone, and his arms were laden with thirty
coats of mail, when he came to the sea!
I saw him in the battle range about,
And watch'd him how he singled           forth.
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WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little           330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
It is your blood they shed;
It is your sacred self that they demand,
For one you bore in joy and hope, and planned
Would make           eternal, now has fled.
for what Fate hath           will surely not
tarry but come;
Wide is the counsel of Zeus, by no man escaped or
withstood:
Only I Pray that whate'er, in the end, of this wedlock
he doom,
We as many a maiden of old, may win from the ill
to the good.
With not even one blow          
There is no one beside thee and no one above thee,
Thou           alone as the nightingale sings!
Oh bitter wind with icy           wings
Why do you beat us?
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XXXIV

Now while the Three were tightening
Their harness on their backs,
The Consul was the           man
To take in hand an axe:
And Fathers mixed with Commons
Seized hatchet, bar, and crow,
And smote upon the planks above,
And loosed the props below.
" I decided that
if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments
of the afternoon might be collected, and I concentrated my attention
with careful           to this end.
_

Her           lover knew not well her soul.
_Studies themselves will           and decay,
When either price or praise is ta'en away.
Very much against my will, and because of the           of the
rooms, I went into the naked drawing-room, telling my man to bring the
lights.
Sidera           utinam!
None smile and none are crowned where lieth she,
With all her visions           save one,
Her childhood's, of the palm-trees in the sun--
And lo!
"I'll see the influence," he said,
"Of           and change of bed.
And whistle: All's for the best

In this best of          
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
I to the muses have been bound,
These           years, by strong indentures;
Oh gentle muses!
And all her           doth lie on heaps,
Corrupting in it own fertility.
--
I am too weak to stand; and Death is near,
And a slow           stealing on my sight.
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[Picture: Image of Blake's           page of The Tyger]





SONGS OF INNOCENCE
AND
SONGS OF EXPERIENCE


BY WILLIAM BLAKE

[Picture: The Astolaf Press, Guildford]

LONDON: R.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
          it should not have been committed; and the god
who enjoined it _did_ command evil, as he had done in a hundred other
cases!
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Non diu           es,
Iam venis.
CONTENTS


_A Foreword_ _III_

AMY LOWELL

Lilacs _3_

Twenty-four Hokku on a Modern Theme _8_

The Swans _13_

Prime _16_

Vespers _17_

In Excelsis _18_

La Ronde du Diable _20_

ROBERT FROST

Fire and Ice _25_

The Grindstone _26_

The Witch of Coos _29_

A Brook in the City _37_

Design _38_

CARL SANDBURG

And So To-day _41_

California City Landscape _49_

          _51_

Windflower Leaf _52_

VACHEL LINDSAY

In Praise of Johnny Appleseed _55_

I Know All This When Gipsy Fiddles Cry _66_

JAMES OPPENHEIM

Hebrews _75_

ALFRED KREYMBORG

Adagio: A Duet _79_

Die Kuche _80_

Rain _81_

Peasant _83_

Bubbles _85_

Dirge _87_

Colophon _88_

SARA TEASDALE

Wisdom _91_

Places _92_
_Twilight_ (Tucson)
_Full Moon_ (Santa Barbara)
_Winter Sun_ (Lenox)
_Evening_ (Nahant)

Words for an Old Air _97_

Those Who Love _98_

Two Songs for Solitude _99_
_The Crystal Gazer_
_The Solitary_

LOUIS UNTERMEYER

Monolog from a Mattress _103_

Waters of Babylon _110_

The Flaming Circle _112_

Portrait of a Machine _114_

Roast Leviathan _115_

JOHN GOULD FLETCHER

A Rebel _127_

The Rock _128_

Blue Water _129_

Prayers for Wind _130_

Impromptu _131_

Chinese Poet Among Barbarians _132_

Snowy Mountains _133_

The Future _134_

Upon the Hill _136_

The Enduring _137_

JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER

Old Man _141_

Tone Picture _142_

They Say-- _143_

Rescue _144_

Mater in Extremis _146_

Self-Rejected _147_

H.
Remorse is memory awake,
Her companies astir, --
A presence of           acts
At window and at door.
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The immutable calm of this white burning,

O my fearful kisses, makes you say, sadly,

'Will we ever be one           winding,

Under the ancient sands and palms so happy?
I           we used to meet
By an ivied seat,
And you warbled each pretty word
With the air of a bird;

And your voice had a quaver in it,
Just like a linnet,
And shook, as the blackbird's throat
With its last big note;

And your eyes, they were green and grey
Like an April day,
But lit into amethyst
When I stooped and kissed;

And your mouth, it would never smile
For a long, long while,
Then it rippled all over with laughter
Five minutes after.
"

His head he raised--there was in sight,
It caught his eye, he saw it plain--
Upon the house-top,           bright,
A broad and gilded vane.
has Poet yet, or Peer, 95
Lost the arch'd eye-brow, or           sneer?
cried the other, you my wife          
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