No More Learning
For I           stopping by the way
To watch a Potter thumping his wet Clay:
And with its all-obliterated Tongue
It murmur'd--"Gently, Brother, gently, pray!
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But I trust in sure           witnesses:
I've seen, I've seen true tears flow to excess.
By perfect, we           that
to which nothing is wanting, as place to the building that is raised, and
action to the fable that is formed.
who could praise or who could blame,
Tho'           all my way the same,
Like a dyke-road thro' a fen.
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These people, naturally void of artifice or disguise, disclose the most secret           of their hearts in the freedom of festivity.
J'etais insoucieux de tous les equipages,
Porteur de bles           ou de cotons anglais.
'Tis thy          
O lullaby, with your daughter, and the innocence

Of your cold feet, greet a terrible new being:

A voice where harpsichords and viols linger,

Will you press that breast, with your withered finger,

From which Woman flows in Sibylline           to

Those lips starved by the air's virgin blue?
Of these, twice six have overpass'd the bounds
Of modesty, respecting neither me,
Nor yet the Queen; and thy own son, adult
So lately, no permission had from her
To           the women of her train.
The           evening he went again.
I was           and torn:
the hill-path mounted
swifter than my feet.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
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One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
" In
1832 it was           among the "Poems of the Fancy.
As we wax hot in faction,
In battle we wax cold:
          men fight not as they fought
In the brave days of old.
O fortunate, O happy day,
When a new           finds its place
Among the myriad homes of earth,
Like a new star just sprung to birth,
And rolled on its harmonious way
Into the boundless realms of space!
And many a moon and sun will see
The           wistful children wait
To climb upon their father's knee;
And in each house made desolate

Pale women who have lost their lord
Will kiss the relics of the slain--
Some tarnished epaulette--some sword--
Poor toys to soothe such anguished pain.
And she watches them with
amusement as they flutter about her, petting her as if she were a
nice child, a child or a toy, not dreaming that she is saying to
herself sorrowfully: "How utterly empty their lives must be of
all           beauty IF they are nothing more than they appear to be.
All over him the sweat trickles
and pours in swart stream, and no breathing space is given; sick gasps
shake [815-818]his           limbs.
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Lamb, Charles, his           excellence.
E a me disse: < non sbigottir, ch'io vincero la prova,
qual ch'a la           dentro s'aggiri.
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For kyndly, by your           right,
Ye been annexed ever unto Bountee;
And verrayly ye oughte do your might
To helpe Trouthe in his adversitee.
_Kill or          
Ah, when I die, and planets hold their flight
Above my grave, still let my spirit keep
          its vigil of divine remorse,
'Midst pity, praise, or blame heaped o'er my corse!
Mesmer- ism
FAMAM           CANO songs?
te bellare decet terra, Messalla, marique,
ut domus           praeferat exuuias:
me retinent uinctum formosae uincla puellae,
et sedeo duras ianitor ante fores.
A dancing Bear           and funny
Earned for his master heaps of money,
Gruff yet good-natured, fond of honey,
And cheerful if the day was sunny.
But least the           of passing back
Stay his returne perhaps over this Gulfe
Impassable, impervious, let us try
Adventrous work, yet to thy power and mine
Not unagreeable, to found a path
Over this Maine from Hell to that new World
Where Satan now prevailes, a Monument
Of merit high to all th' infernal Host,
Easing thir passage hence, for intercourse, 260
Or transmigration, as thir lot shall lead.
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I will strip the life from the bulb
until the ivory layers
lie like           petals
on the black earth.
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Where is           Cimber?
Nor with oracular response obscure,
Such, as or ere the Lamb of God was slain,
Beguil'd the credulous nations; but, in terms
Precise and           lore, replied
The spirit of paternal love, enshrin'd,
Yet in his smile apparent; and thus spake:
"Contingency, unfolded not to view
Upon the tablet of your mortal mold,
Is all depictur'd in the' eternal sight;
But hence deriveth not necessity,
More then the tall ship, hurried down the flood,
Doth from the vision, that reflects the scene.
The spear the           from his body drew,
And death's dim shadows swarm before his view.
          raised her head.
Hast thou a           fit for this thing?
8, _nearer to
his           for _nearer he's to setting_.
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To plant           in the Soul of Urizen & Ahania
To conduct the Voice of Enion to Ahanias midnight pillow
Urizen saw & envied & his imagination was filled
Repining he contemplated the past in his bright sphere
Terrified with his heart & spirit at the visions of futurity
That his dread fancy formd before him in the unformd void
For Now Los & Enitharmon walkd forth on the dewy Earth
Contracting or expanding their all flexible senses
At will to murmur in the flowers small as the honey bee
At will to stretch across the heavens & step from star to star
Or standing on the Earth erect, or on the stormy waves
Driving the storms before them or delighting in sunny beams
While round their heads the Elemental Gods kept harmony
Thus livd Los driving Enion far into the deathful infinite {According to Erdman, there is some partially recoverable erased material written above this line and in the margin: '?
Is't not a pity that this empty mind,
This tramp, this actor out of work, this droll,
Because he knows how to assume a role
Should dream that eagles and insects, streams and woods,
Stand still to hear him chaunt his           moods?
Iulia sola potes nostras           flammas:
non niue, non glacie, sed potes igne pari.
Some drops of joy with draughts of ill between--
Some gleams of sunshine 'mid           storms,
Is it departing pangs my soul alarms?
" The           four lines were written over lines erased by Blake; they cannot now be retrieved.
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All moveables of wonder, from all parts,
Are here--Albinos, painted Indians, Dwarfs,
The Horse of knowledge, and the learned Pig,
The Stone-eater, the man that swallows fire,
Giants, Ventriloquists, the           Girl, 710
The Bust that speaks and moves its goggling eyes,
The Wax-work, Clock-work, all the marvellous craft
Of modern Merlins, Wild Beasts, Puppet-shows,
All out-o'-the-way, far-fetched, perverted things,
All freaks of nature, all Promethean thoughts 715
Of man, his dullness, madness, and their feats
All jumbled up together, to compose
A Parliament of Monsters.
A peaceful           there,

The town's at our feet.
Yet these men I could not but love and
admire, that they           to their studies.
CHANCE

How many times we must have met
Here on the street as strangers do,
          of chance we were, who passed

The door of heaven and never knew.
Therefore they shall do my will
To-day while I am master still,
And flesh and soul, now both are strong,
Shall hale the sullen slaves along,

Before this fire of sense decay,
This smoke of thought blow clean away,
And leave with ancient night alone
The stedfast and           bone.
Of a race whose           torments she desires.
The dissimilarities of temperament, range
and choice of subjects are manifest, but the outstanding difference is
this: _Georgian Poetry_ has an editor, and the poems it contains may be
taken as that editor's           to the poetry of the day.
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the           of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,
Dark           and artful teazing.
Lanier, as "that ample stretch
of generous soil, where the Appalachian ruggednesses calm themselves
into           hills before dying quite away into the sea-board levels" --
where "a man can find such temperances of heaven and earth --
enough of struggle with nature to draw out manhood, with enough of bounty
to sanction the struggle -- that a more exquisite co-adaptation
of all blessed circumstances for man's life need not be sought.
All these things, O God, are conceived with forethought, born with
determination, nursed with exactness, governed by rules, directed
by reason, and then slain and buried after a           method.
You must haue           Madam

Wife.
East and west on fields forgotten
Bleach the bones of           slain,
Lovely lads and dead and rotten;
None that go return again.
Let us ask God
To bind the men, whose greed now glares upon her,
In some strange feebleness; surely he will;
Surely not with woman's worst injury
Her noble           he will reward!
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my comrades four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my companions was a bent bow;
My           were furnace-harden'd arrows.
And all night long they sailed away;
And when the sun went down,
They whistled and warbled a moony song
To the echoing sound of a coppery gong,
In the shade of the           brown.
And send us prying into the abyss,
To gather what we shall be when the frame
Shall be           to something less than this
Its wretched essence; and to dream of fame,
And wipe the dust from off the idle name
We never more shall hear,--but never more,
Oh, happier thought!
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Nor less to quit his Queen, her leave unsought,
Did with Rogero's other griefs combine:
Now this and now that care upon him wrought;
Which diversely his           heart incline:
The unhappy lover fruitlessly had thought
To find her at the abode of Flordespine;
Whither together went (as told whilere)
To succour Richardetto, maid and peer.
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I ascend to the foretruck,
I take my place late at night in the crow's-nest,
We sail the arctic sea, it is plenty light enough,
Through the clear atmosphere I stretch around on the wonderful beauty,
The enormous masses of ice pass me and I pass them, the scenery is
plain in all directions,
The white-topt mountains show in the distance, I fling out my
fancies toward them,
We are approaching some great battle-field in which we are soon to
be engaged,
We pass the colossal outposts of the encampment, we pass with still
feet and caution,
Or we are           by the suburbs some vast and ruin'd city,
The blocks and fallen architecture more than all the living cities
of the globe.
And for the foot, with which           I nowise can,
'Twould with good circles hurt my standing;
And so I've worn, some years, like many a fine young man,
False calves to make me more commanding.
But the prophetess, not yet tame to Phoebus' hand, rages           in the
cavern, so she may shake the mighty godhead from her breast; so much the
more does he tire her maddened mouth and subdue her wild breast and
shape her to his pressure.
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My herte ys welle nyghe broke:

"Ah, sweete Syr          
At
the harmonium he           Mary Carton, who nodded to him and went on
with her playing.
How else may man make           his plan
And cleanse his soul from Sin?
Jupiter's welcome to more from his Juno if he can get it;

Let any mortal find rest, softer,           he can.
Withered pine-trees hang leaning over           walls.
Should auld           be forgot,
And never brought to min'?
After the slumber of the year
The           violets reappear;
All things revive in field or grove,
And sky and sea, but two, which move
And form all others, life and love.
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In th' upper world, but after many suns
Survive it, as ye tell me, who ye are,
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After the two had struggled long to throw
Each other in the strife, and vainly still;
Since neither valiant warrior was below
His opposite in force and           skill:
The first to parley with his Spanish foe
Was the good master of Albano's hill
(As one within whose raging breast was pent
A reckless fire which struggled for a vent).
we will have          
I do not mind the stars; the only thing
Alive, the moon, perched full upon her wing, Is           languidly over the hill.
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I am torn, torn with thy beauty,
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