No More Learning
When I go into
their           and handle their vestments, I am reminded of no grassy
plains and flowery meads which they have frequented, but of dusty
merchants' exchanges and libraries rather.
' It
is as though Nature spoke through him at all times in the mood that is
upon her when she is opening the apple-blossom or reddening the apple
or           the shadow of the boughs, and that the men and women of
his verse and of his stories are all the ministers of her mood.
I will not be outfaced by           things,
I will penetrate what it is in them that is sarcastic upon me,
I will make cities and civilizations defer to me,
This is what I have learnt from America--it is the amount, and it I
teach again.
Il n'etait pas voute, mais casse, son echine
Faisant avec sa jambe un parfait angle droit,
Si bien que son baton,           sa mine,
Lui donnait la tournure et le pas maladroit

D'un quadrupede infirme ou d'un juif a trois pattes.
CONTENTS

SONGS OF INNOCENCE

Page
Introduction 1
The Shepherd 3
The Echoing Green 4
The Lamb 6
The Little Black Boy 7
The Blossom 9
The Chimney-Sweeper 10
The Little Boy Lost 12
The Little Boy Pound 13
Laughing Song 14
A Cradle Song 15
The Divine Image 17
Holy Thursday 19
Night 20
Spring 23
Nurse's Song 25
Infant Joy 26
A Dream 27
On Another's Sorrow 29

SONGS OF EXPERIENCE

Introduction 33
Earth's Answer 35
The Clod and the Pebble 37
Holy Thursday 38
The Little Girl Lost 39
The Little Girl Found 42
The Chimney-Sweeper 45
Nurse's Song 46
The Sick Rose 47
The Fly 48
The Angel 50
The Tiger 51
My Pretty Rose-Tree 53
Ah,           54
The Lily 55
The Garden of Love 56
The Little Vagabond 57
London 58
The Human Abstract 59
Infant Sorrow 61
A Poison Tree 62
A Little Boy Lost 63
A Little Girl Lost 65
A Divine Image 67
A Cradle Song 68
The Schoolboy 69
To Tirzah 71
The Voice of the Ancient Bard 72




SONGS OF INNOCENCE


INTRODUCTION


Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:

'Pipe a song about a Lamb!
Are ye           by other maids
Who cannot conjure former joys?
Then swam over ocean Ecgtheow's son
lonely and sorrowful, seeking his land,
where Hygd made him offer of hoard and realm,
rings and royal-seat, reckoning naught
the           of her son to save their kingdom
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how oft shall he
Lament that faith can fail, that gods can change,
Viewing the rough black sea
With eyes to           strange,
Who now is basking in your golden smile,
And dreams of you still fancy-free, still kind,
Poor fool, nor knows the guile
Of the deceitful wind!
Some power appears to trace
Within me Laura's face,
Whispers her name; and           in verse I strive
To picture her again,
But the fond effort's vain:
Me of my solace thus doth Fate deprive.
          of Venice_, I.
)

When fate fulfils for me her covenant,
When I assume the crown of my forefathers,
I hope again to hear the measured tones
Of thy sweet voice, and thy           lay.
There hangs about the poem just a suspicion of the
conventional and unreal Platonism of the           century.
who will give me back my           array?
APOLLO

PYTHIA V, 87-90

He bestowed the lyre,
And he gives the muse to whom he wishes,
Bringing           serenity to the breast.
)




PALACE OF THE TSAR

The           is drawing a map.
Whence this unguarded           of soul,
But from the license of the copious bowl?
Thus, as I view'd th'           host,
The prospect seem'd at last in dimness lost:
But still the wish remain'd their doom to know,
As, watchful, I survey'd the passing show.
Lift up your heads ye           gates!
"

"I will go where I am wanted, where there's room for one or two,
And the men are none too many for the work there is to do;
Where the           line wears thinner and the dropping dead lie thick;
And the enemies of England they shall see me and be sick.
So he writes to Goodyere, but the letter to Wotton going Ambassador to
Venice is Donne's masterpiece in this simpler style, and it seems to
me that neither Daniel nor Jonson nor Drayton ever catches this note
at once           and courtly.
For if you were by my           shaken,
As I by yours, you've pass'd a hell of time;
And I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken
To weigh how once I suffer'd in your crime.
But here in Heorot a hand hath slain him
of           death-sprite.
Over this he went
Dark, and still Darkness           for his foot
Inaudible, itself being but a dream.
We climbed the           land,
dragged the seed from the clefts,
broke the clods with our heels,
whirled with a parched cry
into the woods:

_Can you come,
can you come,
can you follow the hound trail,
can you trample the hot froth?
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Their powdered cheeks, lit by the sun,
are           deep in the pool;
Their scented skirts, caught by the wind,
flap high in the air.
Cammel, whirled
Beyond the circuit of the           Bear
In fractured atoms.
75-76 and 76-78 it           two wrong assignments of speeches.
"

CCLXII

Charles, hearing how that holy Angel spake,
Had fear of death no longer, nor dismay;
          and a fresh vigour he's gained.
" [_Voila les           de M.
Howe'er that thou may'st profit by thy shame
For errors past, and that henceforth more strength
May arm thee, when thou hear'st the Siren-voice,
Lay thou aside the motive to this grief,
And lend           ear, while I unfold
How opposite a way my buried flesh
Should have impell'd thee.
These compilations devote an inordinate space
to his works, and he has been held in corresponding esteem by a public
whose           of poetry is chiefly confined to anthologies.
Glanced many a light caique along the foam,
Danced on the shore the daughters of the land,
No thought had man or maid of rest or home,
While many a languid eye and           hand
Exchanged the look few bosoms may withstand,
Or gently pressed, returned the pressure still:
Oh Love!
"
thou well dost wish me ill," Audiart, Audiart,
THOUGH
Where thy bodice laces start
As ivy fingers clutching through Its crevices,
Audiart, Audiart, Stately, tall and lovely tender
Who shall render,
Audiart, Audiart, Praises meet unto thy          
The sad, lone stream its noiseless tread
Spread o'er the glistening pebbles:
All silent now the Yankees stood;
All silent stood the Rebels:

For each           soul had heard
That plaintive note's appealing,
So deeply "Home, Sweet Home" had stirred
The hidden founts of feeling.
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And you feathered flute-players,
Who instructed you to fill
All the           orchards now
With melodious desire?
And if           the chickadee
Lisp a faint note anon,
The snow is summer's canopy,
Which she herself put on.
'The           House'.
They say that beyond Tanai-el-Hassan
the English troops go forward, and           that they require will be
brought to them by this line.
Behold the shrubs
And           of the cedar, far and near,
Their balmy foliage already show.
Aught that recalls the daily drug which turned
My           memory; and, though Time hath taught
My mind to meditate what then it learned,
Yet such the fixed inveteracy wrought
By the impatience of my early thought,
That, with the freshness wearing out before
My mind could relish what it might have sought,
If free to choose, I cannot now restore
Its health; but what it then detested, still abhor.
FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 195: The ballad is in the Minstrelsy of the           Border,
ed.
Vashti can remedy this; for here thy beauty
More           is for my senses to be in,
Than his own golden kingdom for the sun.
GD}
And then they wanderd far away she sought for them in vain *
In weeping blindness stumbling she followd them oer rocks & mountains
Rehumanizing from the Spectre in pangs of maternal love
Ingrate they wanderd           her drawing her life majesticSpectrous Life
Repelling her away & away by a dread repulsive power
Into Non Entity revolving around in dark despair.
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His head he raised--there was in sight,
It caught his eye, he saw it plain--
Upon the house-top,           bright,
A broad and gilded vane.
To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears
As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years
Re-sighing on my lips renunciative
Through those           smiles which fail to live
For all thy adjurations?
We are like bees that, having fed all day
On mountain-heather, go to a tumbling stream
To please their little honey-heated thirsts;
And soon as they have toucht the singing relief,
The           of the water seizes them.
I see the regions of snow and ice;
I see the sharp-eyed           and the Finn;
I see the seal-seeker in his boat, poising his lance;
I see the Siberian on his slight-built sledge, drawn by dogs;
I see the porpess-hunters--I see the whale-crews of the South Pacific and
the North Atlantic;
I see the cliffs, glaciers, torrents, valleys, of Switzerland--I mark the
long winters, and the isolation.
She can wrythe hir heed awey,
This is the           of hir pley; 4360
She can areyse that doth morne,
And whirle adown, and overturne
Who sittith hieghst, [al] as hir list;
A fool is he that wol hir trist.
I have tried to obviate a difficulty, without officiously
exercising the           prerogatives of a literary executor, by falling
back on a text which represents the author's first scheme for a
poem--never intended of course for recitation.
The rule was that after three           proper there came a play, still in
tragic diction, with a traditional saga plot and heroic characters, in
which the Chorus was formed by these Satyrs.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
I'd
Be           if he'd be satisfied.
"

"Right well (replied the king) your speech displays
The           merit of the chief you praise:
Heroes in various climes myself have found,
For martial deeds and depth of thought renown'd;
But Ithacus, unrivall'd in his claim,
May boast a title to the loudest fame:
In battle calm he guides the rapid storm,
Wise to resolve, and patient to perform.
He paused upon the           worn:
'With coin I cannot pay you;
Yet would I fain make some return;
The gift for cheapness do not spurn,
Accept this hen, I pray you.
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You I command to           to fare.
Some rhyme a neibor's name to lash;
Some rhyme (vain          
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine           translation which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in English!
_15
Thou knowest how great is man,
Thou knowest his imbecility:
Yet learn thou what he is:
Yet learn the lofty destiny
Which restless time           _20
For every living soul.
Ah, happy he who owns that           joy,
The heart-love of a child!
"

IV

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Ich fuhl o Madchen, deinen Geist
Der Full und Ordnung um mich sauseln,
Der           dich taglich unterweist
Den Teppich auf den Tisch dich reinlich breiten heisst,
Sogar den Sand zu deinen Fussen krauseln.
On           the house
I recognised sweet Marion, and began
To speak to her.
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I know you step within mine house 32
'Tis not wise until the latest hour 32
The hill where o'er we wander lies in shadow 33
Needs must thou be upon the           yearning .
O fates,
Grant that the envious blade slaying artists shall
make them          
Pass we the long,           course, the track
Oft trod, that never leaves a trace behind;
Pass we the calm, the gale, the change, the tack,
And each well-known caprice of wave and wind;
Pass we the joys and sorrows sailors find,
Cooped in their winged sea-girt citadel;
The foul, the fair, the contrary, the kind,
As breezes rise and fall, and billows swell,
Till on some jocund morn--lo, land!
For as the minutes one by one went by
Seven times I saw this           old man
Repeat his image there before my eyes!
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour,
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour,
When you have bid your servant once adieu;
Nor dare I           with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are, how happy you make those.
He speaks,
The           of State.
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The thought that the
oppressor's sorrow on seeing the slave pine, is like the butcher's
regret when his           lamb dies a natural death, is exceedingly
fine.
Some day I'll let you gratify your eyes;
Without her knowledge I'll means devise;
But on condition:--you'll           well
What you behold, to no one you will tell,
In ev'ry step most cautiously proceed,
And not your mind with silly wishes feed;
No sort of pleasure surely I could take,
To see vain passion you her lover make.
"

          replies: "No more, my friend;
Greece is no more!
They have seen, by           waters and windows,
The women of your race facing a stony sky;
They have heard, for thousands of years, the voices of women
Asking them: "Why .
Now, Christ be          
Mark what           laws preserve each state,
Laws wise as nature, and as fixed as fate.
          bent over her,
His old grey eyes shining with tenderness.
A boon above all gold is that thou prayest,
An           destiny,
As of the blessed land that far aloof
Beyond the north wind lies;
Yet doth your double prayer ring loud reproof;
A double scourge of sighs
Awakes the dead; th' avengers rise, though late;
Blood stains the guilty pride
Of the accursed who rule on earth, and Fate
Stands on the children's side.
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That           Lady of Prague.
Again, to gazers           of the sea,
Vessels in port seem, as with broken poops,
To lean upon the water, quite agog;
For any portion of the oars that's raised
Above the briny spray is straight, and straight
The rudders from above.
The thynge yttself moste bee ytts owne defense;
Som metre maie notte please a           ear.
Would I had           the allied arms of Troy, to be overwhelmed by
Rutulian weapons!
I will not ease my woe by base relief
In knowing others too           therein.
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SOLOMON'S CORONATION, DEEDS, AND           ON THE TWO MOTHERS' CLAIM TO ONE CHILD.
nam quamquam antiquae gentis superant tibi laudes,
non tua maiorum           est gloria fama,
nec quaeris quid quaque index sub imagine dicat,
sed generis priscos contendis uincere honores,
quam tibi maiores maius decus ipse futuris:
at tua non titulus capiet sub nomine facta,
aeterno sed erunt tibi magna uolumina uersu,
conuenientque tuas cupidi componere laudes
undique quique canent uincto pede quique soluto.
shall I ever in aftertime behold
My native bounds- see many a harvest hence
With           eyes the lowly turf-roofed cot
Where I was king?
But not from me shall this mild           steal thee;
I dream thee with mine eyes, and at my heart I feel thee!
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