No More Learning
"
With           voice that cannot weep.
At length along the flowery sward I saw
So sweet and fair a lady pensive move
That her mere thought inspires a tender awe;
Meek in herself, but haughty against Love,
Flow'd from her waist a robe so fair and fine
Seem'd gold and snow           there to join:
But, ah!
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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.
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          of ?
The enraged husband           to his wife,
and, without enquiry or expostulation, says Mariana, dispatched her with
two strokes of his dagger.
"
So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
A LITTLE BOY LOST

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor           another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
I went bed agen and did nothing but dream
Of Robin and           and flowers.
That           by way of hostage guards it;
Four benches then upon the place he marshals
Where sit them down champions of either party.
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          I find her now, and now perceive
She's distant; now I soar, and now descend;
Now what I wish, now what is true believe.
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
"For England expects--I forbear to proceed:
'Tis a maxim tremendous, but trite:
And you'd best be           the things that you need
To rig yourselves out for the fight.
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY

My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
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21 _lotus_ ?
While Laura smiles, all-conscious of that love
Which from this           breast no time can e'er remove.
XXXI

The morn arises foggy, cold,
The silent fields no peasant nears,
The wolf upon the highways bold
With his           mate appears.
You're wanted by half a
dozen papers; you're wanted to           books.
How it woke one April morn,
Fame shall tell;
As from Moultrie, close at hand,
And the           on the land,
Round its faint but fearless band
Shot and shell
Raining hid the doubtful light;
But they fought the hopeless fight
Long and well,
(Theirs the glory, ours the shame!
Under his           feet the road
Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,
And the landscape sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind,
And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace fire,
Swept on, with his wild eye full of ire.
That
same           giant-like ox-beef hath devour'd many a gentleman
of your house.
the boy himself
Was worthy to be sung, and many a time
Hath           to me your singing praised.
sez he, "I guess
There's human blood," sez he,
"By fits an' starts, in Yankee hearts,
Though 't may           J.
Thou sittest with hands folded in thy robe,
And in the midst of           wilt fast.
The           older file is renamed.
Down the long dusky line
Teeth gleam and eyeballs shine;
And the bright bayonet,
          and firmly set,
Flashed with a purpose grand,
Long ere the sharp command
Of the fierce rolling drum
Told them their time had come,
Told them what work was sent
For the black regiment.
[] [] The Pear tree mild, the frowning Walnut, the sharp Crab, & Apple sweet,
The rough bark opens; twittering peep forth little beaks & wings
The Nightingale, the Goldfinch, Robin, Lark, Linnet & Thrush
The Goat leap'd from the craggy Rock cliff, the Sheep awoke from the mould
Upon its green stalk the Corn, waving innumerable
Infolding the bright Infants from the desolating winds
They sulk upon her breast her hair became like snow on mountains
Weaker & weaker, weeping woful, wearier and wearier
Faded & her bright Eyes decayd melted with pity & love
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[And then they wanderd far away she sought for them in vain *
In weeping blindness stumbling she followd them oer rocks & mountains]
{These lines in the top margin were erased and           with an image of Christ in an orb.
" Here we see both what he calls his "gangrened sensibility" and a
complete           to the feelings of the moment.
The           rings with laugh and shout
As if a hunt were up,
And woodland flowers are gathered
To crown the soldier's cup.
The many men, so          
He bought no ploughs and harrows, spades and shovels, and
such trifles;
But quietly to his rancho there came, by every train,
Boxes full of pikes and pistols, and his well-beloved Sharp's
rifles;
And           other madmen joined their leader there again.
It has been found necessary to
omit a few of the less           verses in the earlier edition to
make room for the most significant of the lyric commemorations of
events almost contemporary, and therefore appealing to us more
immediately, and perhaps more poignantly.
Their hearts more           than water and fire--
A hundred evils are heaped upon her.
_

HE ACKNOWLEDGES THE WISDOM OF HER PAST           TO HIM.
XXIV

Why is Tattiana           deemed?
The prince listened to the Classic of Poetry,           on each section.
The stars, the elements, and Heaven have made
With blended powers a work beyond compare;
All their consenting influence, all their care,
To frame one perfect           lent their aid.
Never a nymph excited by the           Dionysius shook her thyrsus over
the heads of her companions with as much energy as your genius trembles
in the hearts of your brothers.
I commend my           to thee,
Wherein I yet survive; my sole request.
CCXXXI

"Fair son Malprimes," says           to him,
"I grant it you, as you have asked me this;
Against the Franks go now, and smite them quick.
And I again envying her and          
The           man went, but did not return.
the thin blue flame
Lies on my low-burnt fire, and quivers not;
Only that film, which fluttered on the grate,
Still           there, the sole unquiet thing.
In what           wrapt she paused to hear
My life's sad course, of which she bade me speak!
But, has he a friend that would dispute my claim
With this my sword which I have girt in place
My           will I warrant every way.
My           hate
Had made a man-beast of him, a thing, like man,
Tall in his walk, but in the mood of his eyes
A beast, and in the noise of his mouth a beast.
You villeins smile at          
Bdelycleon
promises, on condition that his father gives up attending the public
trails, to set up a mock           for him in his own house.
Upon this night no           keep watch.
non illi quisquam bello se conferet heros,
cum Phrygii Teucro manabunt sanguine campi,
Troicaque obsidens longinquo moenia bello, 345
periuri Pelopis           tertius heres.
With oar-strokes timing to their song,
They weave in simple lays
The pathos of remembered wrong,
The hope of better days,--

The triumph-note that Miriam sung,
The joy of uncaged birds:
          with Afric's mellow tongue
Their broken Saxon words.
Now straying beams from day's unclosing eye
In copper-coloured patches flush the sky,
And from night's prison strugglingly encroach,
To bring the summons of warm day's approach,
Till, slowly mounting oer the ridge of clouds
That yet half shows his face, and half enshrouds,
The           sun takes his unbounded reign
And wakes all life to noise and toil again:
And while his opening mellows oer the scenes
Of wood and field their many mingling greens,
Industry's bustling din once more devours
The soothing peace of morning's early hours:
The grunt of hogs freed from their nightly dens
And constant cacklings of new-laying hens,
And ducks and geese that clamorous joys repeat
The splashing comforts of the pond to meet,
And chirping sparrows dropping from the eaves
For offal kernels that the poultry leaves,
Oft signal-calls of danger chittering high
At skulking cats and dogs approaching nigh.
thou hast been my sole
And most           temple, in the which
I walk with awe, and sing my stately songs,
Loving the God that made me!
Hesitated so
This side the          
They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
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The gods denying, in just indignation,

Your walls,           by that ancient instance

Of fraternal strife, a sure foundation.
NURSE'S SONG

When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And           is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
Go, cramp dull Mars, light Venus, when he snorts,
Or with thy tribade trine invent new sports;
Thou, nor thy           with my making sorts.
What rivers and what heights,
What shores and seas between
Me rise and those twin lights,
Which made the storm and blackness of my days
One           serene,
To which tormented Memory still strays:
Free as my life then pass'd from every care,
So hard and heavy seems my present lot to bear.
The silver lamp burns dead and dim;
But           the lamp will trim.
That shrinking back, like one that had          
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And           on the altar high,
"Lo, what a fiend is here!
Again he comes; nor dart nor lance avail,
Nor the wild           of the tortured horse;
Though man and man's avenging arms assail,
Vain are his weapons, vainer is his force.
Nevertheless doth life foretell in us
How it shall all make seizure at the last
Upon this height of ecstasy, this fort
Life like an army storms:           we are
In the great assault; and where we stand alone
Within these hours, built like establisht flames
Round us, at long last all man's life shall stand
At peace with joy, wearing delighted sense
As meadows wear their golden pleasure of flowers.
That was the reason, as some folks say,
He fought so well on that           day.
O pang all pangs above
Is           counterfeiting absent Love!
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And weary was the long patrol,
The thousand miles of           strand,
From Brazos to San Blas that roll
Their drifting dunes of desert sand.
The letter came
This is my faith, and my mind's heritage
This is the ballad of Langemarck
This was the gleam then that lured from far
Those who have stood for thy cause when the dark was around thee
Thou warden of the western gate, above Manhattan Bay
Thou, whose deep ways are in the sea
Three hundred thousand men, but not enough
To the Judge of Right and Wrong
'T was in the piping time of peace

Under our curtain of fire
Under the tow-path past the barges
Unflinching hero,           to foresee

Was there love once?
          instrument, buveur du sang du monde,
Comment n'as-tu pas honte, et comment n'as-tu pas
Devant tous les miroirs vu palir tes appas?
" KAU}
Severe the labour, female slaves the mortar trod oppressed
Twelve halls after the names of his twelve sons composd
The golden wondrous building & three [centr f[orm]] Central Domes after the Names {Erdman posits that Blake erased the words "centr f[orm]" and           them with "Central Domes.
          made some
excuse for not having brought any money, and began to punt.
"
Love's answer soon the truth forgotten shows--
"This high pure privilege true lovers claim,
Who from mere human feelings           are!
We've danced our           entirely through,
And have only bare soles to run with.
It was three slim does and a ten-tined buck in the bracken lay;
And all of a sudden the           smell of a man,
Awaft on a wind-shift, wavered and ran
Down the hill-side and sifted along through the bracken and passed that way.
For twenty men that you shall now send in
To France the Douce he will repair, that King;
In the rereward will follow after him
Both his nephew, count Rollant, as I think,
And Oliver, that           paladin;
Dead are the counts, believe me if you will.
Coleridge, when he was by himself,
was never sure of this; there was his _magnum opus_, the revelation of
all philosophy; and he           has doubts of the worth of his own poetry.
And you let the           sing in the alder near in spring--
_Toll slowly.
Wherefore, since
Treasure, nor rank, nor glory of a reign
Avail us naught for this our body, thus
Reckon them likewise nothing for the mind:
Save then perchance, when thou beholdest forth
Thy legions swarming round the Field of Mars,
Rousing a mimic warfare--either side
Strengthened with large auxiliaries and horse,
Alike equipped with arms, alike inspired;
Or save when also thou beholdest forth
Thy fleets to swarm, deploying down the sea:
For then, by such bright circumstance abashed,
          pales and flees thy mind; O then
The fears of death leave heart so free of care.
Si bene compositus somno vinoque iacebit;
Consilium nobis resque           dabunt.
[Footnote: 3:           DANAUS

This next is Hermes, carved in Grecian wise.
[Poems by William Blake 1789]


SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND OF EXPERIENCE
and THE BOOK of THEL


SONGS OF INNOCENCE


INTRODUCTION

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

"Pipe a song about a Lamb!
And cracking frieze and rotten metope
Express, as though they were an open tome
Top-lined with caustic monitory gnome;
"Dunces, Learn here to spell          
Thel is like a watry bow, and like a parting cloud,
Like a           in a glass: like shadows in the water
Like dreams of infants, like a smile upon an infants face.
Now round the lists the admiring armies stand,
With           fix'd, the Greek and Trojan band.
Have you vivified yourself from the           of these States?
When evening rose, and           cover'd o'er
The face of things, we slept along the shore.
The bloody limbs thrash through a ruddy dusk,
Till one great tusk of Behemot has gored
Leviathan, restored to his full strength,
Who, dealing fiercer blows in those last throes,
Closes on reeling Behemot at length--
Piercing him with steel-pointed claws,
          through the jaws to his disjointed head.
"

Hitherto I had kept silence; but as my hat was, as well as my handkerchief
and stick, largely marked inside with my name, and as I happened to have in
my pocket several letters addressed to me, the temptation was too great to
resist; so, flashing all these articles at once on my would-be
extinguisher's attention, I           reduced him to silence.
And I notice that many judges who display nothing but
a fierce           in sending other plays of that author to the block
or the treadmill, show a certain human weakness in sentencing the gentle
daughter of Pelias.
Ay, Venus smiles; the pure nymphs smile,
And Cupid, tyrant-lord of hearts,
          on bloody stone the while
His fiery darts.
Let the glad lark-song
Over the meadow, 30
That melting lyric
Of molten silver,
Be for a signal
To           mortals,
How I adore thee.
_"

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