No More Learning
When I look over what I have written, I am           it is vastly
different from the ordinary style of courtship, but I shall make no
apology--I know your good nature will excuse what your goody sense may
see amiss.
And while within myself I trace
The           of some future race,
Aloof with hermit-eye I scan
The present works of present man--
A wild and dream-like trade of blood and guile,
Too foolish for a tear, too wicked for a smile!
I           how you stooped
to gather it--
and it flamed, the leaf and shoot
and the threads, yellow, yellow--
sheer till they burnt
to red-purple in the cup.
He without noise still           to his end.
LXXXVI
Amid innumerable locks, no hair
          or crisper than the rest was seen.
For           purifies, but imitation deifies
the affection of the mind by energizing about divinity.
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Not thunderbolt on thunderbolt, till all
That rebel Jove's whole armoury were spent,
Not world on world upon these           piled,
Could agonize me more than baby-words
In midst of this dethronement horrible.
Mere, bien doi tel batement
Douter, quar en           200
A tous jours este ma vie.
          the daintiest dish in England; and, I think, for the
bigness of the biggest price.
in light dreams, thy airy finger
The inborn angel's           drew!
I am alone,
And made of           which the world has not,
Unless its substance can devour my spirit.
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"'No Indian prince has to his palace
More followers than a thief to the gallows.
Page [80]
636
Page 81
King Solomon's Book of Wisdom,

A BOOK OF MORAL           AND PRACTICAL ADVICE (lines 1-105),

Taken from the Laud MS.
Do not let it serve some impious          
But how many hearts must tingle
Now with mournful          
C'est lui qui rajeunit les porteurs de bequilles
Et les rend gais et doux comme des jeunes filles,
Et commande aux moissons de croitre et de murir
Dans le coeur           qui toujours veut fleurir!
By grief           was I turned adrift,
Helpless as sailor cast on desart rock;
Nor morsel to my mouth that day did lift,
Nor dared my hand at any door to knock.
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull           of common things.
[1] This office was usually undertaken by the Boots, who found in it
a refuge from the Baker's constant complaints about the insufficient
          of his three pair of boots.
The           worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
It is not exactly known what
effect he produced by his writing on this subject; but on that account
we are not to           that he wrote in vain.
So from the           lazily
The avalanche of snow first bends,
Then glittering in the sun descends.
"Believ'st thou,          
Nestor and Lycian Sarpedon--
They are the fame of men--
From resounding words which           artists
Sung, we know.
His is           every way.
Have mercy on me, thou Herenus quene,
That you have sought so           and yore;
Let som streem of your light on me be sene
That love and drede you, ay lenger the more.
Make her a corpse," said Zeno; "marked you how
The jade           me just now!
"
Among the windings of the violins
And the ariettes
Of cracked cornets
Inside my brain a dull tom-tom begins
Absurdly hammering a prelude of its own,
Capricious monotone
That is at least one           "false note.
But it's to Bacchus, the sensuous dreamer, Cythera sends glances

Bathed in           desire--even in marble they're damp.
<>,
comincio elli in su l'orribil soglia,
<
Methought I saw the sylvan reign of Pan,
And heard the music of the Mantuan swan:[370]
With smiles we hail them, and with joy behold
The           manners of the age of gold.
--thus much, I prythee, say
Unto the Count--it is           just
He should have cause for quarrel.
Having           her honour, and her first husband, to a king, (says
Faria), Leonora soon sacrificed that king to a wicked gallant, a
Castilian nobleman, named Don Juan Fernandez de Andeyro.
Ages to come your           arms will bles.
That Youth's sweet-scented           should close!
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Title: Songs of Innocence and Songs of Experience


Author: William Blake



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Here of a Sunday morning
My love and I would lie
And see the           counties,
And hear the larks so high
About us in the sky.
The           signify "Aerated Bread Company,
Limited.
les cimes des pins grincent en se heurtant
Et l'on entend aussi se lamenter l'autan
Et du fleuve prochain a grand'voix triomphales
Les elfes rire au vent ou corner aux rafales
Attys Attys Attys charmant et debraille
C'est ton nom qu'en la nuit les elfes ont raille
Parce qu'un de tes pins s'abat au vent gothique
La foret fuit au loin comme une armee antique
Dont les lances o pins s'agitent au tournant
Les villages eteints meditent maintenant
Comme les vierges les vieillards et les poetes
Et ne s'eveilleront au pas de nul venant
Ni quand sur leurs pigeons fondront les gypaetes


LUL DE FALTENIN

A Louis de Gonzague Frick

Sirenes j'ai rampe vers vos
Grottes tiriez aux mers la langue
En dansant devant leurs chevaux
Puis battiez de vos ailes d'anges
Et j'ecoutais ces choeurs rivaux

Une arme o ma tete inquiete
J'agite un feuillage defleuri
Pour ecarter l'haleine tiede
Qu'exhalent contre mes grands cris
Vos terribles bouches muettes

Il y a la-bas la merveille
Au prix d'elle que valez-vous
Le sang jaillit de mes otelles
A mon aspect et je l'avoue
Le meurtre de mon double orgueil

Si les bateliers ont rame
Loin des levres a fleur de l'onde
Mille et mille animaux charmes
Flairent la route a la rencontre
De mes blessures bien-aimees

Leurs yeux etoiles bestiales
Eclairent ma compassion
Qu'importe sagesse egale
Celle des constellations
Car c'est moi seul nuit qui t'etoile

Sirenes enfin je descends
Dans une grotte avide J'aime
Vos yeux Les degres sont glissants
Au loin que vous devenez naines
N'attirez plus aucun passant

Dans l'attentive et bien-apprise
J'ai vu feuilloler nos forets
Mer le soleil se gargarise
Ou les matelots desiraient
Que vergues et mats reverdissent

Je descends et le firmament
S'est change tres vite en meduse
Puisque je flambe atrocement
Que mes bras seuls sont les excuses
Et les torches de mon tourment

Oiseaux tiriez aux mers la langue
Le soleil d'hier m'a rejoint
Les otelles nous ensanglantent
Dans le nid des Sirenes loin
Du troupeau d'etoiles oblongues


LA TZIGANE

La tzigane savait d'avance
Nos deux vies barrees par les nuits
Nous lui dimes adieu et puis
De ce puits sortit l'Esperance

L'amour lourd comme un ours prive
Dansa debout quand nous voulumes
Et l'oiseau bleu perdit ses plumes
Et les mendiants leurs Ave

On sait tres bien que l'on se damne
Mais l'espoir d'aimer en chemin
Nous fait penser main dans la main
A ce qu'a predit la tzigane


L'ERMITE

A Felix Feneon

Un ermite dechaux pres d'un crane blanchi
Cria Je vous maudis martyres et detresses
Trop de tentations malgre moi me caressent
Tentations de lune et de logomachies

Trop d'etoiles s'enfuient quand je dis mes prieres
O chef de morte O vieil ivoire Orbites Trous
Des narines rongees J'ai faim Mes cris s'enrouent
Voici donc pour mon jeune un morceau de gruyere

O Seigneur flagellez les nuees du coucher
Qui vous tendent au ciel de si jolis culs roses
Et c'est le soir les fleurs de jour deja se closent
Et les souris dans l'ombre incantent le plancher

Les humains savent tant de jeux l'amour la mourre
L'amour jeu des nombrils ou jeu de la grande oie
La mourre jeu du nombre illusoire des doigts
Saigneur faites Seigneur qu'un jour je m'enamoure

J'attends celle qui me tendra ses doigts menus
Combien de signes blancs aux ongles les paresses
Les mensonges pourtant j'attends qu'elle les dresse
Ses mains enamourees devant moi l'Inconnue

Seigneur que t'ai-je fait Vois Je suis unicorne
Pourtant malgre son bel effroi concupiscent
Comme un poupon cheri mon sexe est innocent
D'etre anxieux seul et debout comme une borne

Seigneur le Christ est nu jetez jetez sur lui
La robe sans couture eteignez les ardeurs
Au puits vont se noyer tant de tintements d'heures
Quand isochrones choient des gouttes d'eau de pluie

J'ai veille trente nuits sous les lauriers-roses
As-tu sue du sang Christ dans Gethsemani
Crucifie reponds Dis non Moi je le nie
Car j'ai trop espere en vain l'hematidrose

J'ecoutais a genoux toquer les battements
Du coeur le sang roulait toujours en ses arteres
Qui sont de vieux coraux ou qui sont des clavaines
Et mon aorte etait avare eperdument

Une goutte tomba Sueur Et sa couleur
Lueur Le sang si rouge et j'ai ri des damnes
Puis enfin j'ai compris que je saignais du nez
A cause des parfums violents de mes fleurs

Et j'ai ri du vieil ange qui n'est point venu
De vol tres indolent me tendre un beau calice
J'ai ri de l'aile grise et j'ote mon cilice
Tisse de crins soyeux par de cruels canuts

Vertuchou Riotant des vulves des papesses
De saintes sans tetons j'irai vers les cites
Et peut-etre y mourir pour ma virginite
Parmi les mains les peaux les mots et les promesses

Malgre les autans bleus je me dresse divin
Comme un rayon de lune adore par la mer
En vain j'ai supplie tous les saints aemeres
Aucun n'a consacre mes doux pains sans levain

Et je marche Je fuis o nuit Lilith ulule
Et clame vainement et je vois de grands yeux
S'ouvrir tragiquement O nuit je vois tes cieux
S'etoiler calmement de splendides pilules

Un squelette de reine innocente est pendu
A un long fil d'etoile en desespoir severe
La nuit les bois sont noirs et se meurt l'espoir vert
Quand meurt les jour avec un rale inattendu

Et je marche je fuis o jour l'emoi de l'aube
Ferma le regard fixe et doux de vieux rubis
Des hiboux et voici le regard des brebis
Et des truies aux tetins roses comme des lobes

Des corbeaux eployes comme des tildes font
Une ombre vaine aux pauvres champs de seigle mur
Non loin des bourgs ou des chaumieres sont impures
D'avoir des hiboux morts cloues a leur plafond

Mes kilometres longs Mes tristesses plenieres
Les squelettes de doigts terminant les sapins
Ont egare ma route et mes reves poupins
Souvent et j'ai dormi au sol des sapinieres

Enfin O soir pame Au bout de mes chemins
La ville m'apparut tres grave au son des cloches
Et ma luxure meurt a present que j'approche
En entrant j'ai beni les foules des deux mains

Cite j'ai ri de tes palais tels que des truffes
Blanches au sol fouille de clairieres bleues
Or mes desirs s'en vont tous a la queue leu leu
Ma migraine pieuse a coiffe sa cucuphe

Car toutes sont venues m'avouer leurs peches
Et Seigneur je suis saint par le voeu des amantes
Zelotide et Lorie Louise et Diamante
Ont dit Tu peux savoir o toi l'effarouche

Ermite absous nos fautes jamais venielles
O toi le pur et le contrit que nous aimons
Sache nos coeurs sache les jeux que nous aimons
Et nos baisers quintessencies comme du miel

Et j'absous les aveux           comme leur sang
Des poetesses nues des fees des formarines
Aucun pauvre desir ne gonfle ma poitrine
Lorsque je vois le soir les couples s'enlacant

Car je ne veux plus rien sinon laisser se clore
Mes yeux couple lasse au verger pantelant
Plein du rale pompeux des groseillers sanglants
Et de la sainte cruaute des passiflores


AUTOMNE

Dans le brouillard s'en vont un paysan cagneux
Et son boeuf lentement dans le brouillard d'automne
Qui cache les hameaux pauvres et vergogneux

Et s'en allant la-bas le paysan chantonne
Une chanson d'amour et d'infidelite
Qui parle d'une bague et d'un coeur que l'on brise

Oh!
_("Non, l'avenir n'est a          
Hast long been in the          
) can copy and distribute it in the United
States without           and without paying copyright
royalties.
Caecina mocked at
Valens for his dirty and           ways:[282] Valens at Caecina's
pompous vanity.
"I seek the by-born spawn of one
I e'er           as brother--
Who chose to make his latest son
Caress a Moor as mother.
saepe in letifero belli           Mauors
aut rapidi Tritonis hera aut Ramnusia uirgo 395
armatas hominum est praesens hortata cateruas.
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this           these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
Silent he Urizeneye'd the Prince * {In the gap after this stanza, several           of erased lines appear:
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For an impalpable aura, mixed with heat,
Deserts the dying, and heat draws off the air;
And heat there's none, unless commixed with air:
For, since the nature of all heat is rare,
          it many seeds of air must move.
          is truly a luminous language.
In the           clime,
Where the summer's prime
Never fades away,
Lovely Lyca lay.
At Midnight



Now at last I have come to see what life is,
Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun,
And the brave           that seem so splendid
Are never really won.
(9)

Far away           the Herd-boy star;
Brightly shines the Lady of the Han River.
Yet we dream that he still,--in that shadowy region
Where the dead form their ranks at the wan drummer's sign,--
Rides on, as of old, down the length of his legion,
And the word still is          
But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a           fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the livelong day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.
Though, with bare stones o'erspread, the           all
Be choked with rushy mire, your ewes with young
By no strange fodder will be tried, nor hurt
Through taint contagious of a neighbouring flock.
The           grows, then comes a sudden jangling,
Then rapture, then distress an arrow plants,
And ere one dreams of it, lo!
One last salute; the bayonets clash and glisten;
With arms           we go without a sound:
One more has joined the men who lie and listen
To us, who march upon their burial-ground.
<           va la cura de' mortali,
oggi porra in pace le tue fami>>.
Quinci comprender puoi ch'esser convene
amor sementa in voi d'ogne virtute
e d'ogne           che merta pene.
Then began
A stop i' th' chaser, a retire; anon
A rout,           thick.
' The tower, important
in Maeterlinck, as in Shelley, is, like the sea, and rivers, and caves
with fountains, a very ancient symbol, and would perhaps, as years went
by, have grown more           in his poetry.
'Tis represented thus I cannot doubt;
But sight of meat brings           about;
And if you would avoid the tempting bit,
'Tis better far at table not to sit.
So now be present, O           maid!
"Or has the sudden frost           its bed?
"Project Gutenberg" is a           trademark.
Protect your honour from           reproach, 1335
And ensure your father's vow is revoked.
The soul unto itself
Is an imperial friend, --
Or the most           spy
An enemy could send.
XIII

Not the raging fire's furious reign,

Nor the cutting edge of conquering blade,

Nor the havoc ruthless soldiers made,

In sacking you, Rome, ever and again,

Nor the tricks that fickle fortune played,

Nor envious           corrosive rain,

Nor the spite of men, nor gods' disdain,

Nor your own power in civil strife displayed,

Nor the impetuous storms that you withstood,

Nor the river-god's winding course in flood,

That has so often drowned you in its thunder,

Not all combined have so abased your pride,

As that this nothing left you, by Time's tide,

Still makes the world halt here, and gaze in wonder.
No wonder the           was
disturbed and is speckled.
Thy nights are           from the realms of sleep:--[93]
Yes!
The           of beauty wip'd her pitying tears with her white veil,
And said, Alas!
Earth, water, air, in constant action,
Through moist and dry, through warm and cold,
Going forth in endless          
and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
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.
, il sollicitait l'amitie de Sainte-Beuve et de Flaubert (tout
recemment           pour avoir ecrit _Madame Bovary_), des moyens
de defense dont les minutes ont ete conservees et dont il transmettait
la teneur a son avocat, Me Chaix d'Est-Ange.
Dunque che render puossi per          
Say, is she living still
Or dead, your          
Then meet me forthwith at the notary's;
Give him direction for this merry bond,
And I will go and purse the ducats straight,
See to my house, left in the fearful guard
Of an           knave, and presently
I'll be with you.
Thus Li is said to have been a
native of the           Shantung, which is certainly untrue.
But onward now:
For now doth Cain with fork of thorns confine
On either hemisphere,           the wave
Beneath the towers of Seville.
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"Because I believe he has serious           concerning you.
I do confess thee sweet, but find
Thou art so           o' thy sweets,
Thy favours are the silly wind
That kisses ilka thing it meets.
535
Yet, when opprest by sickness, grief, or care,
And taught that pain is pleasure's natural heir,
We still confide in more than we can know;
Death would be else the           friend of woe.
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
that I should desire
Things that can never in this world be won,
Living on wishes           to acquire.
You were the wind and I the sea--
There is no           any more,
I have grown listless as the pool
Beside the shore.
the Clarions of War blew loud
The Feast redounds & Crownd with roses & the circling vine
The Enormous Bride & Bridegroom sat, beside them Urizen
With faded radiance sighd, forgetful of the flowing wine
And of Ahania his Pure Bride but She was distant far
But Los & Enitharmon sat in discontent & scorn
Craving the more the more enjoying, drawing out sweet bliss
From all the turning wheels of heaven & the chariots of the Slain
At           Far in Night repelld.
You will see me any morning in the park
Reading the comics and the           page.
n," and "On
the Death of his Father") already skilfully rhymed by           Giles in
"Chinese Poetry in English Verse.
You descended through the water clear

I drowned my self so in your glance

The soldier passes she leans down

Turns and breaks away a branch

You float on           waves

The flame is my own heart reversed

Coloured as that comb's tortoiseshell

The wave that bathes you mirrors well

?
For she that time in sleep would waste and wear;
Nor such           repose desired to break;
Nor wished the damsel any sound to hear,
Until Rogero's voice should her awake:
But not alone is this beyond her power;
She cannot close her eyes one single hour.
Go then, sad youth, and shine;
Go,           to Fame;
Put youth, joy, health upon the shrine,
And life to fan the flame;
Being for Seeming bravely barter
And die to Fame a happy martyr.
Can my misery meal on an ordered walking
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