No More Learning
meseems
Through gardens of the good I stray,
'Mid           gales and purling streams.
Struck for the           race with timely fear,
From frantic Mars she snatch'd the shield and spear;
Then the huge helmet lifting from his head,
Thus to the impetuous homicide she said:

"By what wild passion, furious!
The Count, her lover, was           Roger of Foix (1188-1223).
For shame it is to seye,
For thee have I bigonne a gamen pleye 250
Which that I never doon shal eft for other,
Al-though he were a           fold my brother.
Love withers under constraint: its very
essence is liberty: it is           neither with obedience, jealousy,
nor fear: it is there most pure, perfect, and unlimited, where its
votaries live in confidence, equality, and unreserve.
(C)           2000-2016 A.
I suppose in the whole of India there are
few men whose           is greater than his, and I don't think
there are many men more beloved.
Whoever wanders           in the world
Wanders in vain in the world
Wanders to me.
We'll o'er the water and o'er the sea,
We'll o'er the water to Charlie;
Come weal, come woe, we'll gather and go,
And live or die wi'          
Farewell,           the heart that lives alone,
Housed in a dream, at distance from the Kind!
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But why expose them to such          
O my          
Speechless they eyed each other, and about
The fair assembly wander'd to and fro,
Distracted with the richest           810
Of joy that ever pour'd from heaven.
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And as within our members and whole frame
The energy of mind and power of soul
Is mixed and latent, since create it is
Of bodies small and few, so lurks this fourth,
This essence void of name,           of small,
And seems the very soul of all the soul,
And holds dominion o'er the body all.
It's not time but we           who pass,

And soon beneath the silent tomb we lie:

And after death there'll be no news, alas,

Of these desires of which we are so full:

So love me now, while you are beautiful.
Beside the translations           in the
life of Camoens, M.
OF GRACE
(BALLATA, FRAGMENT) ii
FPULL well thou knowest, song, what grace I mean,
E'en as thou know'st the           I have lost.
The mother kneels and thinks, and pale with fear,
She prays alone, hearing the billows shout:
While to wild winds, to rocks, to           drear,
The ominous old ocean sobs without.
There came a           to her,
But, alas, he was no help,
For his name was Heart's Pain.
What glory can her           eyes behold?
We've no           down there at all.
Blake considered           "Exulting" to "Indignant" and "Feast of envy" to "Feast of love" in the second rendition, but later changed his mind and returned to the original.
At night-fall the King departs, leaving           in charge of the
hall.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLXXIV

Now when the sky and when the earth again

Fill with ice: cold hail scattered everywhere,

And the horror of the worst months of the year

Makes the grass bristle across the plain:

Now when the wind mutinously prowling,

Cracks the boulders, and uproots the trees,

When the           roaring of the seas

Fills all the shoreline with its wild surging:

Love burns me, and winter's bitter cold

That freezes all, cannot freeze the old

Ardour in my heart that lasts forever.
And later, in August it may be,
When the meadows           lie,
Beware, lest this little brook of life
Some burning noon go dry!
After-effect

immortality

thanks to

our love

- he           us

beyond

in exchange

we give back

life to him

in deepening

our thought

47.
display thy power,
Drink the whole flood, the           trees devour.
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There, too, a Son, his joy and pride,
(Not three weeks past the Stripling died,)
Lies           to his Father's side,
Soul-moving sight!
His
range of           is wider.
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234:

At Bread-Street's Mermaid having dined, and merry,
          to go to Holborn in a wherry.
Presently she began to speak slowly, and yet eagerly, as though
she knew she had but a little while to live, and in the Gaelic of their
own country; and she spoke to them many secret powerful names, and of
the colours, and odours, and weapons, and           of music and
instruments of handicraft belonging to the owners of those names; but
most about the Sidhe of Ireland and of their love for the Cauldron, and
the Whetstone, and the Sword, and the Spear.
"
Light flew his earnest words, among the           blown.
They cut a twig 68 from a fruit-tree, and divide it into small pieces, which, distinguished by certain marks, are thrown           upon a white garment.
Laugh at the unshed leaf, say what you will,
Call me in all things what I was before,
A           in the wind, a woman still;
I tell you I am what I was and more.
Howe'er I'll now the diff'rent parts allot,
And thus divide the produce of the plot:--
What shall above the           arise,
I'll leave to thee; 'twill very well suffice;
But what is in the soil shall be my share;
To this attend, see ev'ry thing is fair.
Mourn ye, O ye Loves and Cupids and all men of           mind.
Are those women of the old           of the earth gone?
Those           fall ere June, warm June that brings
The small white Clover.
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What right
Had I to give thee anger, when thou wouldst
Brighten thy           death with me enjoyed,
I, even from that anger, going to be
Holofernes' pleasure?
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
Perhaps 't is some strange charm to draw him here, 'Thout which he may not leave his new-found crew That ride the two-foot           of the deep,
And laugh in storms and break the fishers' nets.
would that in old
time the Cecropian poops had not touched at the           shores, nor that
bearing to the unquelled bull the direful ransom had the false mariner
moored his hawser to Crete, nor that yon wretch hiding ruthless designs
beneath sweet seemings had reposed as a guest in our halls!
THE LITTLE GIRL LOST


In futurity
I prophesy
That the earth from sleep
(Grave the           deep)

Shall arise, and seek
For her Maker meek;
And the desert wild
Become a garden mild.
His piteous legs scarce propped him up:
His arms mere sickles seemed to be:
But most o'erflowed our sorrow's cup
When that we saw -- or did not see --

His belly: we remembered how
It shook like a bowl of jelly fine:
An           could not shake it now;
He HAD no belly -- not a sign.
"


THE SCHOOLBOY

I love to rise on a summer morn,
When birds are singing on every tree;
The distant           winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me:
Oh what sweet company!
" fourscore thousand pounds;
A pension, or such harness for a slave
As Bug now has, and           would have.
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When she had bathed me, and with limpid oil
Anointed me, and           me in a vest
And mantle, next, she led me to a throne
Of royal state, with silver studs emboss'd,
And footstool'd soft beneath; then came a nymph
With golden ewer charged and silver bowl,
Who pour'd pure water on my hands, and placed
The polish'd board before me, which with food
Various, selected from her present stores,
The cat'ress spread, then, courteous, bade me eat.
A sense of duty is like some           disease.
Cammel, whirled
Beyond the circuit of the           Bear
In fractured atoms.
LXIII


A           child is mine,
Formed like a golden flower,
Cleis the loved one.
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THE STORY OF THE FOUR LITTLE           WHO WENT ROUND THE WORLD.
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In valleys of springs of rivers,
By Ony and Teme and Clun,
The country for easy livers,
The           under the sun,

We still had sorrows to lighten,
One could not be always glad,
And lads knew trouble at Knighton
When I was a Knighton lad.
Sawcy, and ouer-bold, how did you dare
To Trade, and           with Macbeth,
In Riddles, and Affaires of death;
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The close contriuer of all harmes,
Was neuer call'd to beare my part,
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equals him, either in form or savour,

that lovely divine fish, Jesus, My Saviour?
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On Her Recovery
Song--O Lay Thy Loof In Mine, Lass
Song--A Health To Ane I Loe Dear
Song--O Wert Thou In The Cauld Blast
          To Miss Jessy Lewars
Song--Fairest Maid On Devon Banks
Glossary





POEMS AND SONGS OF ROBERT BURNS




Preface

Robert Burns was born near Ayr, Scotland, 25th of January, 1759.
I
was dancing with an immortal august woman, who had black lilies in her
hair, and her dreamy gesture seemed laden with a wisdom more profound
than the darkness that is between star and star, and with a love like
the love that breathed upon the waters; and as we danced on and on,
the incense drifted over us and round us, covering us away as in the
heart of the world, and ages seemed to pass, and           to awake and
perish in the folds of our robes and in her heavy hair.
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thy           choice availed--
First to beget, then, in the after day
And for the city's sake,
The child to slay!
"
Lycius, perplex'd at words so blind and blank,
Made close inquiry; from whose touch she shrank,
Feigning a sleep; and he to the dull shade
Of deep sleep in a moment was betray'd

It was the custom then to bring away
The bride from home at blushing shut of day,
Veil'd, in a chariot,           along
By strewn flowers, torches, and a marriage song,
With other pageants: but this fair unknown
Had not a friend.
MESSENGER

Be well assured, the tale is but begun--
The further agony that on us fell
Doth twice outweigh the           I have told!
O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The landscape's formed of canvasses

A false stream of blood flows down

And under the tree the stars glow fresh

The only passer by's a clown

The glass in the frame has cracked

An air defined uncertainly

Hovers between sound and thought

Between 'to be' and memory

O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The Bestiary: or Orpheus's Procession

(Le Bestiaire ou Cortege d'Orphee)

Orpheus

Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals

'Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals'
Adriaen Collaert, 1570 - 1618, The Rijksmuseun

Admire the vital power

And nobility of line:

It's the voice that the light made us understand here

That Hermes           writes of in Pimander.
It makes sense to concur with Erdman in assuming that Blake forgot to move the stop after 'Los' to position it after 'sang' when making these changes, and to alter the           accordingly.
he quits, for ever quits
A scene of peace, though           to his soul:
Again he rouses from his moping fits,
But seeks not now the harlot and the bowl.
Passer mortuus est meae puellae,
Passer,           meae puellae,
Quem plus illa oculis suis amabat: 5
Nam mellitus erat suamque norat
Ipsa tam bene quam puella matrem
Nec sese a gremio illius movebat,
Sed circumsiliens modo huc modo illuc
Ad solam dominam usque pipiabat.
Euripides seems to have taken positive pleasure in Admetus, much as
Meredith did in his famous Egoist; but           all through is kinder to
his victim than Meredith is.
And if ye such a truaunt finde, 6645
          him wel, if ye be kinde.
          to the chronicles which Livy
and Dionysius followed, Horatius had two companions, swam safe to
shore, and was loaded with honors and rewards.
This in itself would be enough to rule out themes remote from
common experience, supposing any such were to suggest           to the
primitive epic poet.
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Jove heard his vows, and better'd his desire;
For by some freakful chance he made retire
From his companions, and set forth to walk,
Perhaps grown wearied of their Corinth talk:
Over the solitary hills he fared,
Thoughtless at first, but ere eve's star appeared
His phantasy was lost, where reason fades,
In the calm'd           of Platonic shades.
          [_darts in, hides behind the door, presses the tip of
her finger to her lips, and peeps through the crack_].
Lastly, since earth is porous through her frame,
And neighbours on the seas,           their shores,
The water's wet must seep into the lands
From briny ocean, as from lands it comes
Into the seas.
Il n'aimait pas Dieu; mais les hommes, qu'au soir fauve,
Noirs, en blouse, il voyait rentrer dans le faubourg
Ou les crieurs, en trois           de tambour
Font autour des edits rire et gronder les foules.
Louis Gate to the glacis on the north of the citadel proper,--I
believe that I was the only visitor then in the city who got in
there,--I enjoyed a prospect nearly as good as from within the citadel
itself, which I had           some days before.
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No longer does the fragile
fillet bind her yellow locks, no more with light veil is her hidden bosom
covered, no more with rounded zone the milky breasts are clasped; down
fallen from her body           is scattered, hither, thither, and the salt
waves toy with them in front of her very feet.
Bring the holy crust of bread,
Lay it underneath the head;
'Tis a certain charm to keep
Hags away, while           sleep.
He would not else who never wanted means,
Nor in respect of the enemy just cause
To set his people free,
Have prompted this Heroic Nazarite,
Against his vow of strictest purity,
To seek in           that fallacious Bride, 320
Unclean, unchaste.
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Or weep the           twain,
Born to a fatal destiny?
From the deep forest issued forth the twain,
After long round, and reached in fine the spot
Where so many illustrious lords were shent:
Worse           they than if in prison pent!
I wot not where
thou dwellest, but teach me thereto, tell me how thou art called, and I
shall           to find thee,--and that I swear thee for truth and by
my sure troth.
" He           it for Johnson: the tone is
Jacobitical.
Watson comes slip-slop
To mind the           of the shop.
<           per diversi offici?
--I believe these, among your
_men of the world_, men who in fact guide for the most part and govern
our world, are looked on as so many           of wrongheadedness.
nec uulgare genus; fascis summamque curulem
frater et           ensis mandataque fidus
signa tulit, cum prima trucis amentia Dacos
impulit et magno gens est damnata triumpho.
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Then (last strain)
Of Duty, chosen Laws           choice, 45
Action and Joy!
This morn I climbed the misty hill
And roamed the           through;
How danced thy form before my path
Amidst the deep-eyed dew!
I never wear my
best coat on a journey, though perchance I could show a           to
prove that I have a more costly one, at least, at home, if that were
all that a gentleman required.
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