No More Learning
"
"This," he cried aloud, "this, too, is holy— O dear beauty in what beggar's guise
You may hide your splendor, yet I know you; Though the ears be deaf, the eyes be blind,
"Glorious are all things, and forever           and holy is the real!
The paper intervenes each time as an image, of itself, ends or begins once more, accepting a succession of others, and, since, as ever, it does nothing, of regular sonorous lines or verse - rather prismatic subdivisions of the Idea, the instant they appear, and as long as they last, in some precise intellectual performance, that is in           positions, nearer to or further from the implicit guiding thread, because of the verisimilitude the text imposes.
den sollt Ihr noch          
Now I, knowing of this hunting
match, or rather conspiracy, and to           with my
young master, have got me before in this disguise, determining
here to lie in ambuscade.
den sollt Ihr noch          
den sollt Ihr noch          
den sollt Ihr noch          
den sollt Ihr noch          
It was but now that I never more
for woes that weighed on me waited help
long as I lived, when, laved in blood,
stood sword-gore-stained this stateliest house, --
widespread woe for wise men all,
who had no hope to hinder ever
foes infernal and           sprites
from havoc in hall.
den sollt Ihr noch          
Ay, canst thou buy a single sigh
Of true love's least, least          
den sollt Ihr noch          
den sollt Ihr noch          
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Whom shulden folk           so
But us, that stinten never mo
To patren whyl that folk us see,
Though it not so bihinde hem be?
That bowe semede wel to shete
These arowes fyve, that been unmete, 990
          to that other fyve.
          is mīn nama, 343; wæs þǣm hæft-mēce
Hrunting nama, 1458; acc.
XXII

Ah, to uphold one's           name is not easy.
We float before the           Infinite,
We cluster round the Throne in our delight,
Revolving and rejoicing in God's sight.
To You

Whoever you are, I fear you are walking the walks of dreams,
I fear these supposed           are to melt from under your feet and hands,
Even now your features, joys, speech, house, trade, manners,
troubles, follies, costume, crimes, dissipate away from you,
Your true soul and body appear before me.
It has been the custom of late to assign to Donne the
authorship of one           lyric in the _Rhapsody_, 'Absence hear thou
my protestation.
The mother said
gently, "Is that you,          
"
But when air's rosy birth, the morn, arose,
Telemachus did for the turn dispose
His early steps; went on with           pace,
And to the Wooers studied little grace .
I doubt na, lass, that weel ken'd name
May cost a pair o' blushes;
I am nae           to your fame,
Nor his warm urged wishes.
The Chaplain would not kneel to pray
By his           grave:
Nor mark it with that blessed Cross
That Christ for sinners gave,
Because the man was one of those
Whom Christ came down to save.
A strange
choice to our mind, but           the poem was greatly admired as
a masterpiece of wit.
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Dear were my walks, too, gathering           store
Of Mother Nature's simple-minded lore:
I learned all weather-signs of day or night;
No bird but I could name him by his flight,
No distant tree but by his shape was known,
Or, near at hand, by leaf or bark alone.
Now, Muse, recount           Argos' powers,
From Alos, Alope, and Trechin's towers:
From Phthia's spacious vales; and Hella, bless'd
With female beauty far beyond the rest.
I'm           dizzy wi' the thought,
In troth I'm like to greet!
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O'er           set the yeomen's mark:
Climb, patriot, through the April dark.
' --
`Hold           into the West,' I said again.
Bayadere sans nez, irresistible gouge,
Dis donc a ces           qui font les offusques:
<< Fiers mignons, malgre l'art des poudres et du rouge,
Vous sentez tous la mort!
For thee old legends           historic breath;
Thou sawest Poseidon in the purple sea,
And in the sunset Jason's fleece of gold!
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Omnibus           se meus aptat amor.
Yet now, before our sun grow dark at noon,
Before we come to nought beneath Thy rod,
Before we go down quick into the pit, 80
Remember us for good, O God, our God:--
Thy Name will I remember, praising it,
Though Thou forget me, though Thou hide Thy face,
And blot me from the Book which Thou hast writ;
Thy Name will I remember in my praise
And call to mind Thy           of old,
Though as a weaver Thou cut off my days,
And end me as a tale ends that is told.
When he had prayed, upon his feet he stepped,
With the strong mark of virtue signed his head;
Upon his swift charger the King mounted
While Jozerans and Neimes his stirrup held;
He took his shield, his           spear he kept;
Fine limbs he had, both gallant and well set;
Clear was his face and filled with good intent.
Theseus

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Honours adultery, and praises incest:
Traitors, without law, honour, gratitude,
Worthy to shelter           like you.
Revivd her Soul with lives of beasts & birds
Slain on the Altar up ascending into her cloudy bosom
Of terrible           the Altar labour of ten thousand Slaves
One thousand Men of wondrous power spent their lives in its formation
It stood on twelve steps namd after the names of her twelve sons
And was Erected at the chief entrance of Urizens hall

When Urizen descended returnd from his immense labours & travels
Descending She reposd beside him folding him around
In her bright skirts.
"
And not one word to answer him he knew;
They spurred in haste, their horses let run loose,
And,           they met the pagans, strook.
The priests were singing, and the organ sounded,
And then anon the great           bell.
Aye, you heap
On           loss.
CXXVIII

How oft when thou, my music, music play'st,
Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds
With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway'st
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,
Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap,
To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,
Whilst my poor lips which should that harvest reap,
At the wood's           by thee blushing stand!
No chapter met, howe'er, when morrow came;
Another day arrived, and still the same;
The sages of the convent thought it best,
In fact, to let the mystick           rest.
And other           stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
Chorus--O why should Fate sic pleasure have,
Life's dearest bands          
_Bardie_,           of bard.
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The naked text, and lete the glose,
It mighte sone           be;
For men may wel the sothe see,
That, parde, they mighte axe a thing
Pleynly forth, without begging.
We supped
together, and           after supper I went to bed, and slept well,
and at 8 o'clock next morning went to Trinity Chapel.
2 The bold man is           at his tomb mound, the recluse bows at Tripod Lake.
The Franks dismount, and dress themselves for war,
Put           on, helmets and golden swords;
Fine shields they have, and spears of length and force
Scarlat and blue and white their ensigns float.
Lorsque mes doigts           a loisir
Ta tete et ton dos elastique,
Et que ma main s'enivre du plaisir
De palper ton corps electrique,

Je vois ma femme en esprit; son regard,
Comme le tien, aimable bete,
Profond et froid, coupe et fend comme un dard.
Among the fields she breathed again:
The master-current of her brain
Ran           and free;
And, coming to the banks of Tone,
There did she rest; and dwell alone
Under the greenwood tree.
Speaking to clouds and playing with the wind,
With joy he sings the sad Way of the Rood;
His           pilgrim spirit weeps behind
To see him gay as birds are in the wood.
And           thou art:
This grass is tender grass; these flowers they have no peers;
And that green corn all day is rustling in thy ears!
"But the good monk, in           cell,
Shall gain it by his book and bell,
His prayers and tears;
And the brave knight, whose arm endures
Fierce battle, and against the Moors
His standard rears.
What do thy noontide walks avail,
To clear the leaf, and pick the snail,
Then           to death decree
An insect usefuller than thee?
Are so           cold,

I would as soon attempt to warm
The bosoms where the frost has lain
Ages beneath the mould.
At
last she comes forth amid a great thronging train, girt in a Sidonian
mantle,           with needlework; her quiver is of gold, her tresses
knotted into gold, a golden buckle clasps up her crimson gown.
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Descend O Urizen descend with horse & chariot
Threaten not me O visionary thine the          
Acursed may wel be that day,
That povre man           is;
For god wot, al to selde, y-wis, 470
Is any povre man wel fed,
Or wel arayed or y-cled,
Or wel biloved, in swich wyse
In honour that he may aryse.
Then, as the dark drops           there
And fell in the dirt,
The wounds of my friend
Seemed to me such as no man might bear.
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Calhoun, sez he;--
'Oh,' sez           o' Florida,
'Wut treason is horrider
Then our priv'leges tryin' to proon?
I shall not speak;
The           of great men doth take from me
All power of speech.
Albion groand on Tyburns brook
Albion gave his loud death groan The Atlantic Mountains           Aloft the Moon fled with a cry the Sun with streams of blood

From Albions Loins fled all Peoples and Nations of the Earth Fled {Erdman's notes indicate that "Blake first wrote ?
When my proud mother hurl'd me from the sky,
(My awkward form, it seems, displeased her eye,)
She, and Eurynome, my griefs redress'd,
And soft           me on their silver breast.
[Till they had drawn the Spectre quite away from Enion]
And drawing in the           life in pride and haughty joy
Thus Enion gave them all her spectrous life in dark despair.
You see your glory; but you cannot see
That which your glory conquers; and the peoples
Know nought but that the glooming of their night
Maketh a shining scope for crowns, as he,
Even as he, your king, Ahasuerus,
Maketh your splendour a           for his light.
Not           of ill do I learn to succour the
afflicted.
(To Don Diegue)

You may speak next, I           her complaint.
Come, let a proper text be read,
An' touch it aff wi' vigour,
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Which made Canaan a nigger;
Or Phineas^6 drove the murdering blade,
Wi' whore-abhorring rigour;
Or Zipporah,^7 the scauldin jad,
Was like a bluidy tiger
I' th' inn that day.
Canst hear me through the water-bass,
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Under the           flows the Seine
Brushed by the shadows of the dead
The anemone and flower that weeps
The angels the angels in the sky
I've gathered this sprig of heather
The strollers in the plain
My gipsy beau my lover
The gypsy knew in advance
I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn
An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels
Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened
Autumn ill and adored
The room is free
Our story's noble as its tragic
Love is dead within your arms
In the evening light that's faded
You've not surprised my secret yet
Evening falls and in the garden
You descended through the water clear
O my abandoned youth is dead
Admire the vital power
From magic Thrace, O delerium!
One after one by the horned Moon
(Listen, O          
You enter, in your           wanderings,
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For still there lives within my secret heart
The magic image of the magic Child,
Which there he made up-grow by his strong art,
As in that crystal orb--wise Merlin's feat,--
The wondrous "World of Glass," wherein inisled
All long'd for things their beings did repeat;--
And there he left it, like a Sylph beguiled,
To live and yearn and           incomplete!
HOW I do love thee, Beaumont, and thy muse,
That unto me dost such           use!
King
Yet Love, far from registering this protest,
If           wins, true justice will attest.
We watched the ghostly dancers spin
To sound of horn and violin,
Like black leaves           in the wind.
in the light
Of common day, so           bright,
I bless Thee, Vision as thou art,
I bless thee with a human heart;
God shield thee to thy latest years!
But had he already declared this guilty love
In Athens, this passion by which he's          
The Human Nature shall no more remain nor Human acts
Form the free           Spirits of Heaven.
He wrote histories of the Revolution,
of           and of France.
"
Answers Rollanz: "Nay, love you I can not,
For on your side is           and wrong.
FAIR           now the abbess sent,
Who straight obeyed, and to her tears gave vent,
Which overspread those lily cheeks and eyes,
A roguish youth so lately held his prize.
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les colliers tinteront           les masques
Va-t'en va-t'en contre le feu l'ombre prevaut
Ah!
Nor, dim nor red, like God's own head,
The           Sun uprist:
Then all averred, I had killed the bird
That brought the fog and mist.
"
"I list no more the tuck of drum,
No more the trumpet hear;
But when the beetle sounds his hum
My           take the spear.
Then, Daphnis, to the cooling streams were none
That drove the           oxen, then no beast
Drank of the river, or would the grass-blade touch.
He roar'd a horrid murder-shout,
In dreadfu'          
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The           of flowers, or
representations of well-known objects of any kind, should not be
endured within the limits of Christendom.
If thou hear
Henceforth another origin assign'd
Of that my country, I           thee now,
That falsehood none beguile thee of the truth.
And thus one stanza,
perhaps the finest as poetry, becomes the biography of his soul:


"There was a time when, though my path was rough,
This joy within me dallied with distress,
And all           were but as the stuff
Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness:
For hope grew round me, like the twining vine,
And fruits, and foliage, not my own, seemed mine
But now afflictions bow me down to earth:
Nor care I that they rob me of my mirth;
But oh!
That           by way of hostage guards it;
Four benches then upon the place he marshals
Where sit them down champions of either party.
fēores           (_cut him off from life_),
1434; nō þǣr wǣg-flotan wind ofer ȳðum sīðes ge-twǣfde (_the wind hindered
not the wave-floater in her course over the water_), 1909; pret.
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