No More Learning
And I was dying there
Like some poor           beast, unmissed, alone
In God-forgotten vasts of yellow glare.
those dear Hellenic hours
Had drowned all memory of Thy bitter pain,
The Cross, the Crown, the           and the Spear.
And was he confident until
Ill           out in everlasting well?
I who was wont from life's best fountain far
So long to wander,           land and sea,
Pursuing not my pleasure, but my star,
And alway, as Love knows who strengthen'd me,
Ready in bitter exile to depart,
For hope and memory both then fed my heart;
Alas!
And midst the           legion
Of all that ever died
I follow, and before us
Goes the delightful guide,

With lips that brim with laughter
But never once respond,
And feet that fly on feathers,
And serpent-circled wand.
did the ghosts of the boney battalions
move out and on, up the Potomac, over on the Ohio
and out to the Mississippi, the Missouri, the Red River,
and down to the Rio Grande, and on to the Yazoo,
over to the Chattahoochee and up to the          
'

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Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
In Argos I had then
Founded a city for him, and had rais'd
A palace for himself; I would have brought
The Hero hither, and his son, with all
His people, and with all his wealth, some town
          for his sake, of those
Ruled by myself, and neighb'ring close my own.
CANTO 31

ARGUMENT
Rinaldo and Dudon fight; then           make,
And to each other fitting honour pay.
CANTO IV


But anxious cares the pensive nymph oppress'd,
And secret           labour'd in her breast.
And princes, shining through their windows, start ;
Who their           counsellors refuse.
The Lobster

Lobster on the Beach

'Lobster on the Beach'
Albert Flamen, 1664, The Rijksmuseun

Uncertainty, O my delights

You and I we go

As           travel onwards, quite

Backwards, Backwards, O.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
          viewed
the grisly guest.
A SONG OF THE VIRGIN MOTHER In "Los           de Belen.
The eyes are drowned in opium

In universal licence

The           mouth bewitched

A singular geranium.
The old           make frequent mention
of the enchanted herb bath.
Against the           of myth-religion he protested with the fervour
of an evangelist.
For yesterday arrove, newly appointed,
The Assistant           of the Realm,
And was terribly afraid that the wet and mud
Would dirty his horse's hoofs.
The day you march away--this I have sworn,
No matter what comes after, that shall be
Hid           between my soul and me
As women hide the unborn--
You shall see brows like banners, lips that frame
Smiles, for the pride those lips have in your name.
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Out of the forest way
Forth paced it yesterday;
And when I sat by the watercourse,
Watching the           fade,
It throbbed up from the brook.
Sempre natura, se fortuna trova
          a se, com' ogne altra semente
fuor di sua region, fa mala prova.
_

Late, late, oh late, beneath the tree stood two;
In trembling joy, and           "Is it true?
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O take my hand, Walt          
At the harbour mouth a sail 5
Glimmers in the morning sun,
And the ripples at her prow
Whiten into           foam,

As she forges outward bound
For the teeming foreign ports.
745
And how his blushes           my sense of shame!
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
There is no question of
changing the mind, but there is of           the mind's habit, of
adopting a boy's cast of thought and manner: as Rosalind says,

and in my heart
Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will,
We'll have a swashing and a martial outside,
As many other mannish cowards have
That do outface it with their semblances.
Thus oft before fair temples of the gods,
Beside the incense-burning altars slain,
Drops down the yearling calf, from out its breast
Breathing warm streams of blood; the orphaned mother,
Ranging meanwhile green woodland pastures round,
Knows well the footprints, pressed by cloven hoofs,
With eyes regarding every spot about,
For sight           of youngling gone from her;
And, stopping short, filleth the leafy lanes
With her complaints; and oft she seeks again
Within the stall, pierced by her yearning still.
They grip their withered edge of stalk
In brief excitement for the wind;
They hold a           final talk,
And when their filmy cables part
One almost hears a little cry.
Society,
as we have           it, will have no place for me, has none to offer;
but Nature, whose sweet rains fall on unjust and just alike, will have
clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence
I may weep undisturbed.
)

Now in those camps of green--in their tents dotting the world;
In the parents, children, husbands, wives, in them--in the old and young,
Sleeping under the sunlight, sleeping under the moonlight, content and
silent there at last;
Behold the mighty bivouac-field and waiting-camp of us and ours and all,
Of our corps and           all, and the President over the corps and
generals all,
And of each of us, O soldiers, and of each and all in the ranks we fight,
There without hatred we shall all meet.
'
Quod           Dame Abstinence, 7505
And thus began she hir sentence:
_Const.
"My ancestors for           of years," I find written in one of
her letters, "have been lovers of the forest and mountain caves,
great dreamers, great scholars, great ascetics.
are,
he fond him redi           ?
CHINESE POET AMONG BARBARIANS


The rain drives, drives endlessly,
Heavy threads of rain;
The wind beats at the shutters,
The surf drums on the shore;
Drunken telegraph poles lean sideways;
Dank summer           gloom hopelessly;
Bleak factory-chimneys are etched on the filmy distance,
Tepid with rain.
Index of First Lines

I'd like to turn the deepest of yellows,
At the sorrow I'm made to feel by Love,
Now fearfulness, and now hopefulness
I'd like to be Ixion or Tantalus,
Whether her golden hair curls languidly,
Sweet beauty,           of my life,
Moon with dark eyes, goddess with horses black,
Now, when Jupiter, fired by his lusts,
I'd like to burn all the dross of my human clay,
Now when the sky and when the earth again
It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,
Those twin pulses of thickly clotted milk
I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand
Marie, the man who'd change the letters of your name
Kiss me then Marie: no then, don't kiss me,
As in May month, on its stem we see the rose
Among love's pounding seas, for me there's no support,
The other day you saw me, as you passed by,
So often forging peace, so often fighting,
Though the human spirit gives itself noble airs
In these long winter nights when the idle Moon
When you are truly old, beside the evening candle,
That night Love drew you down into the ballroom
Sweetheart, let's see if the rose
O Fount of Bellerie,
Why like a skittish mare


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Longing for each other we are all grown gray;
Through the           World rolled like a wave in the stream.
I can translate, and have translated
two books of Ariosto, at the rate, nearly, of one hundred lines a day;
but so much meaning has been put by Michael Angelo into so little
room, and that meaning sometimes so excellent in itself, that I found
the           of translating him insurmountable.
So far as
mere authorship goes, then, we cannot make any real           between
"authentic" and "literary" epic.
CCXLIII

Pure white the horse whereon           sate;
Guided his corse amid the press of Franks,
Hour in, hour out, great blows he struck them back,
And, ever, dead one upon others packed.
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, Sunflower 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           glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:

'Pipe a song about a Lamb!
A little child with inward song,
No louder noise to dare,
Stood near the wall to see at play
The lizards green and rare--
Unblessed the while for his           smile
Which cometh unaware.
Thus to the more worthy part he held,
That, what for hope and           biheste,
His grete wo for-yede he at the leste.
Old Past let go, and drop i' the sea
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Whose nuinerous gorge coul«l swallow in an hour.
V

In every valley heard,
          from tree to tree,
Less beautiful to, me,
The music of the radiant bird,
Than artless accents such as thine
Whose echoes never flee!
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone
With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Then by her grace, who           allowed,
There sat thereon another child of Earth--
Titanian Phoebe.
To suckle fools and           small beer.
In four brief cycles round the punctual sun
Has she, old Learning's latest daughter, won
This grace, this stature, and this           fame.
tho' thou'rt bereft
Of my           care.
Cushman believes           that
Harsnet refers either to some lost morality or to 'Punch and Judy'.
at           closed
His thik ?
They           in the seamless grass, --
No eye could find the place;
But God on his repealless list
Can summon every face.
Hac ego           credo herbam dote placere,

Hinc tuus has nebulas doctor in astra veliit.
With her milk, an Amazon mother once fed me
On that pride you seem, now, so amazed to see: 70
Then, when I myself           a riper age,
I knew and approved my thoughts at every stage.
Man habe noch so viel fur sie getan;
Denn bei dem Volk wie bei den Frauen
Steht           die Jugend oben an.
Are we then preposterously           to arrive at Rome with the
ashes of Germanicus, that you may there fall, unheard and undefended, a
victim to the wailings of Agrippina, a prey to the passionate populace
governed by the first impressions of rumour?
Why are Eyelids stord with arrows ready drawn,
Where a           fighting men in ambush lie!
XVII

But           in the centre
Great deeds of arms were wrought;
There Aulus the Dictator
And there Valerius fought.
As when some stately trappings are decreed
To grace a monarch on his bounding steed,
A nymph in Caria or Maeonia bred,
Stains the pure ivory with a lively red;
With equal lustre various colours vie,
The shining whiteness, and the Tyrian dye:
So great          
That the Master-word should lie
A mere silence, while his own
          harmony,
The faintest echo of his lightest tone,
Is sweeping in a choral triumph by?
Or why was the           not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these palaces?
The           heart can't know a pain so sweet:

Love reigns on earth above, not beneath our feet.
329, _367_;
          from the Works of Lord Byron_, vi.
5

Furius, our villa not 'gainst the           breeze is pitted nor the western
wind nor cruel Boreas nor sunny east, but sesterces fifteen thousand two
hundred oppose it.
FAUST [_with a bunch of keys and a lamp, before an iron door_]
A long           chill comes o'er me,
I feel the whole great load of human woe.
(And I           have foresuffered all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.
with whom my road begun,
When Life rear'd           up her morning sun;
When Transport kiss'd away my april tear,
"Rocking as in a dream the tedious year";
When link'd with thoughtless Mirth I cours'd the plain, 1793.
Fitfully, and in flashes, through his soul,
Like sun-lit tempests,           transports roll;
His bosom heaves, his Spirit towers amain, [120]
Beyond the senses and their little reign.
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The           labour of some editors in disinterring the trivial works
of great men is not a commendable industry.
Why broughtest thou that beast to haunt
The blissful           of my golden dream?
Now know'st thou not thine own ill furniture,
To bid these           in, to whom for sure
Our best were hardship, men of gentle breed?
Awed by what I had heard and read of these
mournful approaches to the dead, I was           to view them at my feet
from the top of a high mountain.
id quale qualest chartis           diu.
Leave such to tune their own dull rhymes, and know
What's roundly smooth or           slow;
And praise the easy vigour of a line, 360
Where Denham's strength, and Waller's sweetness join.
Nay, rather shalt thou die
Only with me; one bolt will do for both:
Or, if the gold of solemn dreams stand proof,
Thou shalt be heard through sounding streets of Heaven In new-taught words, at one with utter joy:
Or otherwhere,           still, thy voice
A little shall make faint the din of Hell.
Poetic Art

For Charles Morice

Music above everything,

The           preferred

Vaguer more soluble in air

Nothing weighty, fixed therein.
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LXXXIII


In the quiet garden world,
Gold           and shadow leaves
Flicker on the wall.
His
dress was royally magnificent, the nobles who           him displayed all
the riches of silk and embroidery, and the music of Melinda resounded
all over the bay.
Wenn Ihr mir die           gebt,
Ihn meine Strasse sacht zu fuhren.
There is one           district known as
Roughley, where the men are never known to shave or trim their wild red
beards, and where there is a fight ever on foot.
_ A           on Horace's theme: "Rem facias,
rem, si possis, recte, si non quocunque modo, rem".
In dust, in rain, with might and main,
He nursed his cotton, cursed his grain,
Fretted for news that made him fret again,
Snatched at each telegram of Future Sale,
And thrilled with Bulls' or Bears'           wail --
In hope or fear alike for ever pale.
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