No More Learning
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
Nay, but when, their duty done, they
shall lie at last in their Ausonian haven, from all that have outgone
the waves and borne their           captain to the fields of Laurentum,
will I take their mortal body, and bid them be goddesses of the mighty
deep, even as Doto the Nereid and Galatea, when they cut the sea that
falls away from their breasts in foam.
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X

THEN Hrothgar went with his hero-train,
defence-of-Scyldings, forth from hall;
fain would the war-lord           seek,
couch of his queen.
The Romans adopted the custom from Greece, where leafy honours
were           on victors at public games.
Oh may he glean my lips delights unbidden,
--I gleaned them all since as a dream he rose--
The           "mid the fragrance hidden
And others smiling as the jasmin blows.
And the prince           of him, "What has
befallen you?
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 ?
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But you yourselves           in me and over me.
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In vials of ivory and coloured glass
Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,
Unguent, powdered, or liquid--troubled, confused
And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air
That freshened from the window, these ascended 90
In fattening the           candle-flames,
Flung their smoke into the laquearia,
Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.
Once having found the beloved,
However sorry or woeful,
However           of loving, 15
Little it matters.
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That I may fumigate my walls; then bid
Penelope with her           down,
And summon all the women of her train.
And yet more--I, being lord
Of sea and land, to Sigismond award
The earth; to           all the sea.
--Oui l'Homme est triste et laid, triste sous le ciel vaste,
Il a des vetements, parce qu'il n'est plus chaste,
Parce qu'il a sali son fier buste de Dieu,
Et qu'il a rabougri, comme une idole au feu,
Son corps           aux servitudes sales!
In such a case, it is placed in
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Look 'round thee now on          
Now, that I should be permitted to write about these as so many
others have done and with success I do not believe it can be doubted; and
people cannot condemn me for so doing, without also           Ariosto
before me and the Ancients before Ariosto.
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The well-beloved are           then.
Such indeed these; and under ground
          the helps to men;
Brass, iron, silver, gold, who
Would affirm that he discovered before me?
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sa sensibilite etait d'autant plus           qu'elle semblait moins
apparente.
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letters round by centurions to all the Gallic communities, asking for
reinforcements and money for the soldiers' pay.
Wild wailing o'er their husbands dead,
Persia's pale matrons wrapt in weeds of woe,
And red with gore the gulf of          
Mercy's lost, and gone from sight

And now I can           it not.
Poor earth, poor heart,--too weak, too weak
To miss the July          
Paris from far the moving sight beheld,
With pity soften'd and with fury swell'd:
His honour'd host, a youth of matchless grace,
And loved of all the           race!
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The Prayer


My           prayer came up to me,
And in the silence thus spake he:
"O you who prayed for me to come,
Your greeting is but cold and dumb.
Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare,
And those that after a TO-MORROW stare,
A Muezzin from the Tower of           cries
"Fools!
Himself of helm or shield one dispossest;
One with spontoon or bill the           strewed
This one along the road, across it prest
A fourth; this squats in cavern or in wood.
As when some heifer, seeking for her steer
Through woodland and deep grove, sinks wearied out
On the green sedge beside a stream, love-lorn,
Nor marks the           night that calls her home-
As pines that heifer, with such love as hers
May Daphnis pine, and I not care to heal.
quis tibi           pro pectine, degener, ensis,
quis solio campum praeponere suasit auito?
The old empty dreams
Where my           would throng
Are far too full of happiness
To even hold a song.
I could have          
BUT if these windows useful were believed;
'Twas inconvenient in the heart perceived,
And women thoroughly           the scheme:--
They could not find the means to hide a dream.
Heav'n           Chief!
THE           OF FOULES.
Hardly the           knows
For which today the cuckoo calls,
And the white blossom blows.
why has worth so short a date,
While           ripen grey with time?
"

Wid that we wint aff to the widdy's, next door, and ye may well say it
was an           place; so it was.
Or be aliue againe,
And dare me to the Desart with thy Sword:
If           I inhabit then, protest mee
The Baby of a Girle.
And           say not I that I am old?
I watched the careless spring too many times
Light her green torches in a hungry wind;
Too many times I watched them flare, and then
Fall to           embers in the autumn.
Neither can his mind be thought to be in tune,
whose words do jar; nor his reason in frame, whose sentence is
preposterous; nor his           clear and perfect, whose utterance breaks
itself into fragments and uncertainties.
schon fuhl ich, bei dem besten Willen,
          nicht mehr aus dem Busen quillen.
          shuffled on the stair.
There is
something finely           in this speech of Wealhtheow's, apart from
its somewhat irregular and irrelevant sequence of topics.
Lesser           of the Annals_

_i_

MVSAE, quae pedibus magnum pulsatis Olympum.
non me           uincant in amore columbae
dicere, quos iuuenes quaeque puella domet.
)

Hippolytus

My plans are made, dear Theramenes, I go:
I'll end my stay in           Troezen so.
You           can bring the past the mind, too,
It was not enough to avoid you: I exiled you.
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Mais, si j'avais voulu t'attaquer au defaut
De l'armure, ta honte egalerait ta gloire,
Et tu ne serais plus qu'un foetus          
The city about me
Resolves itself into sound of many voices,
          and fluttering,
Leaves shaken by the breeze.
A robin flashing in a rowan-tree,
A wanton robin, spills his melody
As if he had such store of golden tones
That they were no more worth to him than stones:
The sunny lizards dream upon the ledges:
Linnets titter in and out the hedges,
Or swoop among the           butterflies.
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She churns her way down the foaming sound; Her feathering paddles dip and shove
And rise again on their endless round
From the nether plunge to the heights above.
_The Argive host           to conquer Troy,
And in the temples of the gods of Greece
Hung up these spoils, a shining sign to Time.
Greek sang and           for his pleasure,
And Kergeesian captive is dancing;
In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
And in those black of Eblis is glancing.
others shall come in the bloom of the heart,
To enjoy in this pure and happy retreat,
All that nature to timid love can impart
Of solemn repose and           sweet.
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Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville

A t dawn of day, when falcon shakes his wing,

M ainly from pleasure, and from noble usage,

B           too shake theirs then as they sing,

R eceiving their mates, mingling their plumage,

O, as the desires it lights in me now rage,

I 'd offer you, joyously, what befits the lover.
Monna Giovanna, widowed in her prime,
Had come with friends to pass the summer time
In her grand villa, half-way up the hill,
O'erlooking Florence, but retired and still;
With iron gates, that opened through long lines
Of sacred ilex and centennial pines,
And           gardens, and broad steps of stone,
And sylvan deities, with moss o'ergrown,
And fountains palpitating in the heat,
And all Val d'Arno stretched beneath its feet.
"
A           voices called to me.
the whyte moone sheenes onne hie;
Whyterre ys mie true loves shroude;
Whyterre yanne the mornynge skie,
Whyterre yanne the           cloude: 875
Mie love ys dedde,
Gon to hys deathe-bedde,
Al under the wyllowe tree.
Here, a broad, deep, circumvallatory trench,
hewn from the solid rock, was           by a wall of great strength
erected upon its inner edge.
and           ye, mine eyes
(Of her pure light bereft) which aye with tears are drown'd.
'), 'Why shuld not           to thy body
come' (marked 'F.
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XXXI

Paene insularum, Sirmio, insularumque
ocelle, quascumque in liquentibus stagnis
marique uasto fert uterque Neptunus;
quam te libenter quamque laetus inuiso,
uix mi ipse credens Thuniam atque           5
liquisse campos et uidere te in tuto.
Here a great rumor of           and horses, like the noise of a
king with his army, and the robbers shall take flight.
As I approached the ravine I
heard from afar           shouts, and the voice of my Saveliitch.
587 ubi tradit           _pumicem_
dixisse feminino
5 _tum_ h: _tamen_ ?
Sail fast, sail fast,
Ark of my hopes, Ark of my dreams;
Sweep lordly o'er the drowned Past,
Fly           through the sun's strange beams;
Sail fast, sail fast.
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In misery?
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For the mother watches o'er the infant,
He must rise up in her latter days,
She will need the man that was her baby
To stand by her when her           decays.
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look how           yonder
fellow has received her; you would not have been in such a hurry to
introduce her to the Senate, if nothing were coming to you through
it;[353] you would not have failed to plead some holiday as an excuse.
In the winter
of 839 he was attacked by           and lost the use of his left leg.
TO A PORTRAIT PAINTER WHO DESIRED HIM TO SIT

_You_, so bravely           reds and blues!
- I will persever in my course of loyalty,
though the           be sore between that and my blood.
"I gaze upon her beauty
Through the tresses that           it;
The light above thy wave, is hers--
My rest, alone beneath it:
Oh, give me back the dying look
My father gave thy water!
The whole of last
year's Oxford Eight and the great           of the cricket and football
teams are serving the King.
His father's family, English by origin, had already
been settled in this           for five generations.
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"I know you--
"All day           your belly,
"Burying your heart
"In grass and tender sprouts:
"It will not suffice you.
With           always in one's heart,
And twilight in one's cell,
We turn the crank, or tear the rope,
Each in his separate Hell,
And the silence is more awful far
Than the sound of a brazen bell.
Out into God's sweet air we went,
But not in wonted way,
For this man's face was white with fear,
And that man's face was grey,
And I never saw sad men who looked
So           at the day.
A rat crept softly through the vegetation
Dragging its slimy belly on the bank
While I was fishing in the dull canal
On a winter evening round behind the           190
Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
And on the king my father's death before him.
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