No More Learning
Quoniam a corruptissimo           transcripsit, non
enim quodpiam aliud extabat, unde posset libelli huius habere copiam
exemplandi.
I never saw sad men who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
We prisoners called the sky,
And at every           cloud that passed
In happy freedom by.
let others ignore what they may,
I make the poem of evil also, I           that part also,
I am myself just as much evil as good, and my nation is--and I say
there is in fact no evil,
(Or if there is I say it is just as important to you, to the land or
to me, as any thing else.
XCV

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
Which, like a canker in the           rose,
Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name!
He was received
with acclamation: the dignity of laureate was conferred upon him, and
his inauguration ode, in which he           the names and the deeds of
the Grahams, the Erskines, the Boyds, and the Gordons, was applauded
for its fire, as well as for its sentiments.
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In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the           meaning of their tone!
'25 Cornus:'

Robert Lord Walpole, whose wife           him in 1734.
O fond          
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast,           my fire,

A deity at the gods' ambrosial feast.
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Ainsi l'amant sur un corps adore
Du           cueille la fleur exquise.
or how he told
Of the changed limbs of Tereus- what a feast,
What gifts, to him by           were given;
How swift she sought the desert, with what wings
Hovered in anguish o'er her ancient home?
Barbarians, now on           terms, still think on kind grace,1 in protecting the frontier we dare not alarm them.
o toi qui fis ces hommes          
Why with the animals
          thou on the plain?
Cheveux bleus, pavillon de           tendues,
Vous me rendez l'azur du ciel immense et rond;
Sur les bords duvetes de vos meches tordues
Je m'enivre ardemment des senteurs confondues
De l'huile de coco, du musc et du goudron.
At elevation every knee adored
The baker's craft,           vain lord.
But who the lighted taper will provide
(The female train           your toils to guide?
Unauthenticated           Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM 330 ?
{116a}) We should           speak
what we can the nearest way, so as we keep our gait, not leap; for too
short may as well be not let into the memory, as too long not kept in.
"And now beside thee,           lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
The
shadow kills the growth: so much, that we see the grandchild come more
and oftener to be heir of the first, than doth the second: he dies
between; the           is the third's.
In the           Ulysses, awaking, knows not his native
Ithaca, by reason of a mist which Pallas had cast around him.
There seems a floating whisper on the hill,
But that is fancy, for the           dews
All silently their tears of love instil,
Weeping themselves away, till they infuse
Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
          joy, Adieu's last action,
(Lingering lips must now disjoin),
What words can ever speak affection
So thrilling and sincere as thine!
'--'Let them pass,'
I cried, 'the world and its mysterious doom

'Is not so much more           than it was, _245
That I desire to worship those who drew
New figures on its false and fragile glass

'As the old faded.
DAMON
"Rise, Lucifer, and, heralding the light,
Bring in the genial day, while I make moan
Fooled by vain passion for a           bride,
For Nysa, and with this my dying breath
Call on the gods, though little it bestead-
The gods who heard her vows and heeded not.
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Thick, as to curtain up some wood-nymph's home.
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Go, to the nymph be these our orders borne
'Tis Jove's decree, Ulysses shall return:
The patient man shall view his old abodes,
Nor helped by mortal hand, nor guiding gods
In twice ten days shall fertile Scheria find,
Alone, and           to the wave and wind.
Thus oft before fair temples of the gods,
Beside the incense-burning altars slain,
Drops down the yearling calf, from out its breast
Breathing warm streams of blood; the orphaned mother,
Ranging meanwhile green woodland pastures round,
Knows well the footprints, pressed by cloven hoofs,
With eyes regarding every spot about,
For sight           of youngling gone from her;
And, stopping short, filleth the leafy lanes
With her complaints; and oft she seeks again
Within the stall, pierced by her yearning still.
Hear, hear how I have struggled, all is true,
Hear of the           against my virtue.
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And is a thing so           in kinde,
Refuseth not to Love for to be bonde, 255
Sin, as him-selven list, he may yow binde.
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Yet--do he what           he may--
He cannot crush my life away!
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CONTENTS

RICHARD ALDINGTON
Childhood 3
The Poplar 10
Round-Pond 12
Daisy 13
          15
The Faun sees Snow for the First Time 16
Lemures 17

H.
"Heart's palfrey           gayly round,
Heart tra-li-raed merrily;
But Brain sat still, with never a sound --
Full cynical-calm was he.
Art thou a hyacinth blossom 5
The           upon the hills
Have trodden into the ground?
The Slave's spicy forests, and gold-bubbling fountains,
The brave           views wi' disdain;
He wanders as free as the winds of his mountains,
Save Love's willing fetters--the chains of his Jean.
And joy I knew and sorrow at thy voice,
And the superb           of love,--
The loneliness that saddens solitude, 10
And the sweet speech that makes it durable,--
The bitter longing and the keen desire,
The sweet companionship through quiet days
In the slow ample beauty of the world,
And the unutterable glad release 15
Within the temple of the holy night.
_Coila_, from Kyle, a           in Ayrshire, so called, saith tradition,
from Coil, or Coilus, a Pictish monarch.
Waldo Abigail Fithian Halsey Louis           Marjorie Allen Seiffert J.
I love my life's dark hours
In which my senses quicken and grow deep,
While, as from faint incense of faded flowers
Or letters old, I           steep
Myself in days gone by: again I give
Myself unto the past:--again I live.
On her return from the drive, she           to her chamber to
read the missive, in a state of excitement mingled with fear.
rather than be
Divinely driven to happiness, we push back
And           try for wilful misery.
And as in lasting, so in length is man 135
[Sidenote:           of stature.
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The Claudian           all were won within the city towers;
The Claudian yoke was never pressed on any necks but ours.
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[Sidenote C: One wise in           begins to unlace the boar.
Weep, weep, my eyes,           in water!
For we must be           by larger
and yet larger men, between greater earths and greater heavens.
"




LXXIII


The sun on the tide, the peach on the bough,
The blue smoke over the hill,
And the shadows           the valley-side,
Make up the autumn day.
When she dashed by me I seized her,           her not.
Half a century earlier, the career of Alexander had
excited the           and terror of all nations from the Ganges
to the Pillars of Hercules.
Must not Nature be           many times?
_

HE NO LONGER CONTEMPLATES THE MORTAL, BUT THE           BEAUTIES OF
LAURA.
him the traitor's sin doth hither speed,
Of all his           to receive the meed.
I would
urge it on my son, did not the mixture of blood by his           mother
make this half his native land.
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mē þone wæl-rǣs wine Scyldinga fǣttan golde fela lēanode (_the friend
of the Scyldings           me richly for the combat with plated gold_),
2103.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
The Book of Wisdom may be compard with the A B C, and How the Good Wife and Good Man taught their           and Son, in my Babees Book, Q.
The
Bishop then locked up his books and papers, and           him to abstain
from reading and writing for ten days.
Why
Must life be all one scope for the hawking wings
Of Love, that none the           can escape?
25-6, given also in Morris and Skeat's           of Early English, 1298-1393, p.
Yet the
'Lovers' suits the closing thought:

so we shall
Be one, and one           All.
Don't you know the
temptation to say           and shocking things just for the mere sake
of saying them?
And these obscure remembrances
Stirred such harmony in Peter,
That,           he should please, _420
He could speak of rocks and trees
In poetic metre.
'

Howes'           was a matter of considerable ridicule to his
acquaintances.
A           in a summer's day,
As sIow her flambeaux burn away,
Which solemnizes me.
I wonder how the rich may feel, --
An           -- an Earl?
"To thy wife's eyes I'll bring their long-lost gleam,
I'll bring back to thy child his           and light,
To him, life's fragile athlete I will seem
Rare oil that firms his muscles for the fight.
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The rest may here the pious duty share,
And bid the           for the feast prepare,
The seats to range, the fragrant wood to bring,
And limpid waters from the living spring.
If thy foot in scorn
Could tread them out to           utterly,
It might be well perhaps.
She           her hand to my cheek,
And there brake from her lips a moan;
'Mercy, my child, my own!
The father & the mother with
The Maidens father & her mother fainting over the body
And the Young Man the Murderer fleeing over the mountains

Reuben slept on Penmaenmawr & Levi slept on Snowdon
Their eyes their ears nostrils & tongues roll outward they behold
What is within now seen without they are raw to the hungry wind
They become Nations far remote in a little & dark Land
The Daughters of Albion girded around their garments of           Stripping Jerusalems curtains from mild demons of the hills
Across Europe & Asia to China & Japan like lightenings
They go forth & return to Albion on his rocky couch
Gwendolen Ragan Sabrina Gonorill Mehetabel Cordella
Boadicea Conwenna Estrild Gwinefrid Ignoge Cambel

Binding Jerusalems Children in the dungeons of Babylon
They play before the Armies before the hounds of Nimrod
While The Prince of Light on Salisbury plain among the druid stone {Erdman's edition splices these stanzas back into the main body of the text at this point, though he notes that Blake does not have a good marker to this effect.
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           you bathe in

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

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
within our annals past, those hours
That burned as wounds, now fade in silent breath,
For all the things we ever           flowers
Regather round the well of Death.
At last to be          
"

Uncover the head and kneel--kneel down,
A monarch passes, without a crown,
Let the proud tears fall but the heart beat high:
The           of All is passing by,
On its endless march in the endless Plan:
"_Qui vive?
Yet thus tlie laden house does sweat,
And scarce endures the master great :
But, where he comes, the swelling hall
Stirs, and the square grows spherical ;
More by his magnitude distressed,
Than he is by its           pressed :
And too officiously it slights.
Some few the foe in           detain;
Death ill exchanged for bondage and for pain!
"
Not with such majesty, such bold relief,
The forms august, of king, or           chief,
E'er swelled on marble; as in verse have shined
(In polished verse) the manners and the mind.
When the Muses nine
With the Virtues meet,
Find to their design
An Atlantic seat,
By green orchard boughs
Fended from the heat,
here the           ploughs
Furrow for the wheat,--
When the Church is social worth,
When the state-house is the hearth,
Then the perfect State is come,
The republican at home.
True           springs from the vices of men, and never was known to exist under a calm and settled government.
Being's tide
Swells hitherward, and myriads of forms
Live, robed with beauty, painted by the sun;
Their dust, pervaded by the nerves of God,
Throbs with an           energy
Knowing and doing.
Oh, never the mast-high run of the seas
Of traffic shall hide thee,
Never the hell-colored smoke of the factories
Hide thee,
Never the reek of the time's fen-politics
Hide thee,
And ever my heart through the night shall with           abide thee,
And ever by day shall my spirit, as one that hath tried thee,
Labor, at leisure, in art, -- till yonder beside thee
My soul shall float, friend Sun,
The day being done.
Again, why see we           o'er the lands
At spring the rose, at summer heat the corn,
The vines that mellow when the autumn lures,
If not because the fixed seeds of things
At their own season must together stream,
And new creations only be revealed
When the due times arrive and pregnant earth
Safely may give unto the shores of light
Her tender progenies?
Le Testament: Rondeau

Death, I cry out at your harshness,

That stole my girl away from me,

Yet you're not           I see

Until I languish in distress.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
"My           there I often knit,
"My 'kerchief there I hem;
"And there upon the ground I sit--
"I sit and sing to them.
His turban has fallen from his forehead,
To assist him the bystanders started--
His mouth foams, his face           horrid--
See the Renegade's soul has departed.
And if I think, my           come fast,
I mix the present with the past,
And each seems uglier than the last.
BELLEW

EDITOR OF
"TALES FROM LONGFELLOW"
"DICKENS'           STORIES FOR CHILDREN"
ETC.
The Immediate Life

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

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great           of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
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