No More Learning
me whan it          
Thus, if this Age but as a comma show
'Twixt weightier clauses of large-worded years,
My calmer soul scorns not the mark: I know
This crooked point Time's complex           clears.
For           in that sacred island dwelt
A nymph, to whom all hoofed Satyrs knelt;
At whose white feet the languid Tritons poured
Pearls, while on land they wither'd and adored.
Bar [22-58]and bulwark no longer shelter the Trojans; nay,
within the gates and even on the mounded walls they clash in battle and
make the           swim with blood.
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In A schort tyme hit was diht,
ful           and Al ari?
It makes an even face
Of           and of plain, --
Unbroken forehead from the east
Unto the east again.
From Helicon's harmonious springs
A thousand rills their mazy progress take:
The laughing flowers that round them blow
Drink life and           as they flow.
Will he return when the Winter
Huddles the sheep, and Orion
Goes to his          
I seek my lord who has           me.
          was one of
the poet's preferences.
I was rejoiced to
behold places           by Virgil, and, what is more surprising, by
Homer before him.
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Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows 50
There were no ruins, neither           51
In sorrow day and night the disciple watched 52
Sunlight slantingly flows 53
The wild resplendence of the year resolves 54
Doth live for thee again, Beloved that October?
_Song_

Mary, leave thy lowly cot
When thy thickest jobs are done;
When thy friends will miss thee not,
Mary, to the           run.
celtum_ Ven: _celitum_ GLa1ACD
50 _ferri           Heyse: _ferris frin_(_fin.
My dearest child, forgive me--why delay
So long           me?
Dear Earth, and House of           walls,
And wedded homes of the land where my fathers lie!
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You           time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
As when a flame the winding valley fills,
And runs on crackling shrubs between the hills;
Then o'er the stubble up the mountain flies,
Fires the high woods, and blazes to the skies,
This way and that, the spreading torrent roars:
So sweeps the hero through the wasted shores;
Around him wide, immense destruction pours
And earth is deluged with the sanguine showers
As with           harvests cover'd o'er,
And thick bestrewn, lies Ceres' sacred floor;
When round and round, with never-wearied pain,
The trampling steers beat out the unnumber'd grain:
So the fierce coursers, as the chariot rolls,
Tread down whole ranks, and crush out heroes' souls,
Dash'd from their hoofs while o'er the dead they fly,
Black, bloody drops the smoking chariot dye:
The spiky wheels through heaps of carnage tore;
And thick the groaning axles dropp'd with gore.
Thus watch'd the Grecians,           of surprise,
Each voice, each motion, drew their ears and eyes:
Each step of passing feet increased the affright;
And hostile Troy was ever full in sight.
I'm ceded, I've stopped being theirs;
The name they dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church,
Is           using now,
And they can put it with my dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools
I've finished threading too.
O the dismal care
That shakes the           of my hoary hair!
Works,           in the folio ed.
Quis hoc potest videre, quis potest pati,
Nisi inpudicus et vorax et aleo,
Mamurram habere quod Comata Gallia
Habebat ante et ultima          
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

Bellerephon was the first to ride Pegasus when he           the Chimaera.
inges I may           ?
My host was
of a less           temperament, and, although greatly depressed in
spirits, exerted himself to sustain my own.
_ alas, that magical sad sound
          all!
_Si           e 'l folle mio desio.
"A Winter Walk"           in _The
Dial_ in the same month and year.
Ideas of a very practical nature have now taken           of the
people.
You must
come to a great distance, for we were           to build our temple
between the pure multitude by the waves and the impure multitude of
men.
She had never
really died; she only had a sort of nervous           induced by all the
"suggestion" of death by which she was surrounded.
All Russia hath submitted
Unto Dimitry; with           repentance
Basmanov hath himself led forth his troops
To swear allegiance to him.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some overwhelming question,
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"--
If one,           a pillow by her head,
Should say: "That is not what I meant at all;
That is not it, at all.
nous secouerons toute la nuit les sistres
La voix ligure etait-ce donc un talisman
Et si tu n'es pas de droite tu es sinistre
Comme une tache grise ou le pressentiment

Puisque l'absolu choit la chute est une preuve
Qui double devient triple avant d'avoir ete
Nous avouerons que les           nous emeuvent
Les ventres pourront seuls nier l'aseite

Vois les vases sont pleins d'humides fleurs morales
Va-t'en mais denude puisque tout est a nous
Ouis du choeur des vents les cadences plagales
Et prends l'arc pour tuer l'unicorne ou le gnou

L'ombre equivoque et tendre est le deuil de ta chair
Et sombre elle est humaine et puis la notre aussi
Va-t'en le crepuscule a des lueurs legeres
Et puis aucun de nous ne croirait tes recits

Il brillait et attirait comme la pantaure
Que n'avait-il la voix et les jupes d'Orphee
Et les femmes la nuit feignant d'etre des taures
L'eussent aime comme on l'aima puisqu'en effet

Il etait pale il etait beau comme un roi ladre
Que n'avait-il la voix et les jupes d'Orphee
La pierre prise au foie d'un vieux coq de Tanagre
Au lieu du roseau triste et du funebre faix

Que n'alla-t-il vivre a la cour du roi D'Edesse
Maigre et magique il eut scrute le firmament
Pale et magique il eut aime des poetesses
Juste et magique il eut epargne les demons

Va-t'en errer credule et roux avec ton ombre
Soit!
_ So is the nearest of the two next, as
The priests say (and no doubt they should know best),
          I'll stick by this--as being both
To suffer martyrdom, at least with such
An epitaph as larceny upon my tomb.
Now there are certain scioli or smatterers that are busy in the
skirts and outsides of learning, and have scarce           of solid
literature to commend them.
on high,
Whence on my heart she beams more bright than eye,
Not on mine eyes; from them a dark veil hides
Those lovely orbs, and makes me, ere life's span
Is           half, an old and broken man.
The court           is ordered all to close.
At length, with heart recover'd, I began:

"'From Troy's famed fields, sad wanderers o'er the main,
Behold the relics of the Grecian train:
Through various seas, by various perils toss'd,
And forced by storms, unwilling on your coast;
Far from our           course and native land,
Such was our fate, and such high Jove's command!
TO ONE AWAY

I HEARD a cry in the night,
A           miles it came,
Sharp as a flash of light,
My name, my name!
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.
O'er the roof of the helmet high, a ridge,
wound with wires, kept ward o'er the head,
lest the relict-of-files {15c} should fierce invade,
sharp in the strife, when that           hero
should go to grapple against his foes.
O mark ye how
The soul of nature melts in numbers: now
See, a           Cupids fly
To light their tapers at the bride's bright eye.
And he had passed a           night,
And was not well in health;
The women sat down by his side,
And talked as 'twere by stealth.
And when the annihilating waters roar
Above what they have done,
Envy the giant           then no more,
And scorn thy sire as the surviving one!
" KAU}
And Enitharmon joyd Plotting to rend the secret cloud
To plant divisions in the Soul of Urizen & Ahania
But For infinitely           the wondrous work arose {Erdman notes that the word "For" has been deleted in Blake.
THE FOUR ZOAS
VALA *
The torments of Love & Jealousy in
The Death and

Judgement

of Albion the Ancient Man

a Dream

of Nine Night

by William Blake 1797

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Rest before Labour

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[Greek text] [For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities,
against powers, against the rulers of the           of this world, against
spiritual wickedness in high places.
No fors of wikked tonges Ianglerye, 755
For ever on love han           had envye.
After so many years he still keeps finding
Good           he sees he might have used.
, _ale-bench, bench for those           ale_: dat.
Efte have I treynted noyance throughe the hoaste,
Athorowe swerdes, alyche the Queed dystraughte, 455
Have Magnus           wroghte hys foemen loaste.
) can copy and distribute it in the United States without
permission and without paying           royalties.
Just heaven thee, like Tiresias, to requite,
Rewards with           thy loss of sight.
SEA LONGING

A THOUSAND miles beyond this sun-steeped wall
Somewhere the waves creep cool along the sand,
The ebbing tide           the listless land
With the old murmur, long and musical;
The windy waves mount up and curve and fall,
And round the rocks the foam blows up like snow,--
Tho' I am inland far, I hear and know,
For I was born the sea's eternal thrall.
But canst thou not array
Thyself in rare disguise,
And feign like truth, for one mad day,
That Earth is          
Why do I want this,
when even last night
you           me from sleep?
Now fearfuller qualm than famine eagerly
Handles my life and pulls at it,--my faith's
Hunger for being fed with sounds and visions:
The firelight mixt with a           bustle of shadows,
The silence suddenly shouting with surprise,
That tells of men astounded out of sleep
To find that God hath dreadfully been among them.
The pow'rs above could           ne'er design;
For those who fondly court the SISTERS NINE.
          thou must needs forgive me,
That I devise how this my beauty, this
Sacred to thy long-dead joy of desire,
May turn to weapon in the hand of God;
Such weapon as he hath taken aforetime
To sword whole nations at a stroke to their knees,--
Storms of the air and hilted fire from heaven,
And sightless edge of pestilence hugely swung
Down on the bulk of armies in the night.
Reeds in a trice are           and rustling in murmuring breezes:

"Midas, o Midas the King--bears the ears of an ass!
O how charmingly Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers           and luxuriant.
--Et je sens les baisers qui me           aux levres.
It was the time when first the question rose
About the           of a Table Round,
That was to be, for love of God and men
And noble deeds, the flower of all the world.
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THE treaty was most faithfully observed;
No           wrong; from naught they swerved.
If Nature, sovereign mistress over wrack,
As thou goest onwards, still will pluck thee back,
She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill
May time disgrace and           minutes kill.
Who tell the triumphs of that day,
When, smiling at the cannon's roar,
Our hero, 'mid the bloody fray,
          on Erie's echoing shore.
During his stay at Phocoea,
Homer is said to have           the Little Iliad, and the Phocoeid.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
No, no, too eagerly my soul deceives
Its           self: I know this cannot be.
Cio ch'io dicea di quell' unica sposa
de lo Spirito Santo e che ti fece
verso me volger per alcuna chiosa,

tanto e risposto a tutte nostre prece
quanto 'l di dura; ma com' el s'annotta,
          suon prendemo in quella vece.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
This was that, when his appointed
time for death came, he might escape if he could find some           to
die for him.
"

The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In           zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired the priestly care.
The very sticks and
stones lodged in the tree-top might have           you of the
savoriness of the fruit which has been so eagerly sought after in past
years.
See how the woods form an amphitheatre about it, and it is an
arena for all the           of nature.
Aristophanes, here and elsewhere, makes many jests on
this           of theirs.
Great           must be wrought ere Noone.
Il commenca, dit-on, par etonner les sots, mais il devait etonner bien
davantage les gens d'esprit en           a la posterite ce livre
immortel: _les Fleurs du Mal.
II

Dryads
          the groves,
nereids
who dwell in wet caves,
for all the white leaves of olive-branch,
and early roses,
and ivy wreaths, woven gold berries,
which she once brought to your altars,
bear now ripe fruits from Arcadia,
and Assyrian wine
to shatter her fever.
To me it seems the line _must_ go with
what follows, and that 'so' (which should have no comma) is not an
illative conjunction but a           conjunction of effect.
Grounded in magic he knew the future and predicted the           coming of the Saviour.
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TEMPLAR: Nathan, thy hand; I blush
To have           thee.
In that cave beakers of stone
And jars are seen; bees lodge their honey there;
And there, on slender           of the rock
The nymphs of rivers weave their wond'rous robes.
O           Queen,
What smoothest air thy smoother forehead woos?
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And thus he saide; oh brother, friend, and kynge,
Have I           this fremed speche to heare?
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Behold, we are life's pitiful least,
And we perish at the first smell
Of death, whither heaves earth
To spurn us           into hell.
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.
Act IV Scene III (The King, Diegue, Arias, Rodrigue, Sanche)

King
Noble heir of an illustrious family
Ever Castille's pillar and its glory,
Race of           of signal valour,
Whom by these deeds of yours you honour,
My power to recompense you now is slight;
You show greater merit than I have might.
Etched clear upon the pallid sand
Lies the black boat: a sailor boy
          aboard in careless joy
With laughing face and gleaming hand.
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