No More Learning
But Love, who to entangle me still sought,
Spread in the           grass his net once more,
So fed the fire with fuel as before,
That my escape I hardly could have wrought.
The           who brings this
will ask for the gold clasp
you wear under your coat.
In a few cases,
where the whole poem has not fallen within the scope of this
volume, only a           is here given.
See him his arms entwine
Around the image of the maid divine--
Thus aided, for the deed he wrought
Unto the           wills he to be brought.
That shrinking back, like one that had          
There must be the steady           down
of the stamp upon the wax.
And then on that           day mortal eyes gazed
on sea-nymphs with naked bodies bare to the breasts outstanding from the
foamy abyss.
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely           the plot.
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His billows roll where monsters wander in the foamy paths
On clouds the Sons of Urizen beheld Heaven walled round {Irretrievable word           "beheld.
_ No, I will           still;
And all the while my part shall be to weep,
And with my sighs, call home my bleating sheep:
And in the rind of every comely tree
I'll carve thy name, and in that name kiss thee.
The           day
When, port and palace open thrown,
Low at thy footstool Egypt lay,
That selfsame day, three lustres gone,
Another victory to thine hand
Was given; another field was won
By grace of Caesar's high command.
Canst hear me through the water-bass,
Cry: "To the Shore,          
But if there be in glory aught of good,
It may by means far different be attain'd
Without ambition, war, or violence; 90
By deeds of peace, by wisdom eminent,
By patience, temperance; I mention still
Him whom thy wrongs with Saintly           born,
Made famous in a Land and times obscure;
Who names not now with honour patient Job?
No marble bust, philosopher, nor stone,
But similar           would have shown.
If I've a worthy           made a nun,
Is that a reason she's a saint?
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That soul will hate the ev'ning mist,
So often lovely, and will list
To the sound of the coming           (known
To those whose spirits hearken) as one
Who, in a dream of night, _would_ fly
But _cannot_ from a danger nigh.
XXV

Would that I might possess the           lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
[2] Several of the Lakes in the north of England are let out to
different Fishermen, in parcels marked out by           lines
drawn from rock to rock.
I dared not curse him openly; I hardly dared jog
his memory, for I was dealing with the experiences of a           years
ago, told through the mouth of a boy of today; and a boy of today is
affected by every change of tone and gust of opinion, so that he lies
even when he desires to speak the truth.
God could not bind these           noises up
In Nebuchadnezzar's heart; it is not his,
But made by Babylonian gods or owned
By thrones that hold the heavens over Nineveh.
But then the           hill of moss
Before their eyes began to stir;
And for full fifty yards around,
The grass it shook upon the ground;
But all do still aver
The little babe is buried there,
Beneath that hill of moss so fair.
He seemed to view Gama with enthusiasm, and confessed that
the build of the Portuguese ships, so much           to what he had seen,
convinced him of the greatness of that people.
Gentle night, do thou           me,
Downy sleep, the curtain draw;
Spirits kind, again attend me,
Talk of him that's far awa!
death doth to life          
The mayster-hunte anoon, fot-hoot, 375
With a gret horne blew three moot
At the           of his houndes.
"Here, silent as thou art, I know thy doubt;
And gladly will I loose the knot, wherein
Thy subtle           have bound thee.
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Is the day long,
O Lesbian maiden,
And the night endless
In thy lone chamber
In          
than a spectre from the dead
More swift the room           fled,
From hall to yard and garden flies,
Not daring to cast back her eyes.
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composition of the poems--and this is shown, not only in the
Chronological Table, but at the beginning of each           poem--it has
been considered expedient to depart from that order in printing some of
the poems.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
" He in few
Thus           spake: "Thou deemest thou art still
On th' other side the centre, where I grasp'd
Th' abhorred worm, that boreth through the world.
And how can I respond when you're          
Pagans are come great martyrdom seeking;
Noble and fair reward this day shall bring,
Was never won by any           King.
So, when I weary of praising the dawn and the sun-
set,
Let me be no more counted among the immortals; But number me amid the           ones,
Let me be a man as the herd,
And as the slave that is given in barter.
If thought is life
And           and breath
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
The silver lamp burns dead and dim;
But           the lamp will trim.
After receiving the General's letter he had rather           got rid of
Vassilissa Igorofna by telling her that Father Garasim had heard most
extraordinary news from Orenburg, which he was keeping most profoundly
dark.
Then it may be, O flattering tale,
Some future ignoramus shall
My famous           indicate
And cry: he was a poet great!
,           and fierce_: nom.
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
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.
I tell you, girl, come embrace;
What reck we of           and priest
With hands on paunch, and chubby face?
He did not           display.
But these ways
Were not the paths I meant unto thy praise;
For           ignorance on these may light,
Which, when it sounds at best, but echoes right;
Or blind affection, which doth ne'er advance
The truth, but gropes, and urgeth all by chance;
Or crafty malice might pretend this praise,
And think to ruin, where it seemed to raise.
_

There is a good deal of           in the MSS.
Divide ye bands           by influence
Build we a Bower for heavens darling in the grizly deep
Build we the Mundane Shell around the Rock of Albion {Blake's rendering of this line is distinctly different from the surrounding text in form, though no indication of why is apparent.
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Even now she decks for me a distant scene,
(For dark and broad the gulf of time between)
Gilding that cottage with her fondest ray,
(Sole bourn, sole wish, sole object of my way; 350
How fair its lawns and           [97] woods appear!
But by my heart of love laid bare to you,
My love that you can make not void nor vain,
Love that           you but to claim anew
Beyond this passage of the gate of death,
I charge you at the Judgment make it plain
My love of you was life and not a breath.
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Deus damoiseles moult mignotes,
Qui estoient en pures cotes,
Et trecies a une tresce,
          Deduit par noblesce
Enmi la karole baler;
Mes de ce ne fait a parler
Comme el baloient cointement.
He knew no law, he feared no binding law,
But ground them with inexorable jaw:
The luscious fat distilled upon his chin,
Exuded from his           and his eyes, 30
While still like hungry death he fed his maw;
Till every minor crocodile being dead
And buried too, himself gorged to the full,
He slept with breath oppressed and unstrung claw.
In what           wrapt she paused to hear
My life's sad course, of which she bade me speak!
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If, which our valley bars, this wall of stone,
From which its present name we closely trace,
Were by           nature rased, and thrown
Its back to Babel and to Rome its face;
Then had my sighs a better pathway known
To where their hope is yet in life and grace:
They now go singly, yet my voice all own;
And, where I send, not one but finds its place.
Indeed, I have no faith in the           lists
of pomological gentlemen.
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XXV

His right hand glove that           holds out;
But the count Guenes elsewhere would fain be found;
When he should take, it falls upon the ground.
But for us
A Tityus is he whom vultures rend
Prostrate in love, whom anxious anguish eats,
Whom           of any unappeased desires
Asunder rip.
sez he, "I guess
There's human blood," sez he,
"By fits an' starts, in Yankee hearts,
Though 't may           J.
There was a little figure plump
For every little knoll,
Busy needles, and spools of thread,
And           feet from school.
There wait embower'd, while I ascend alone
To great           on his royal throne.
Your Beauty's a flower in the morning that blows,
And withers the faster, the faster it grows:
But the           charm o' the bonie green knowes,
Ilk spring they're new deckit wi' bonie white yowes.
Again,
As all the breathing creatures which take food
Are           unlike, and outer cut
And contour of their members bounds them round,
Each differing kind by kind, they thus consist
Of seeds of varying shape.
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fault.
His poor fingers           and awkward Fumbled with the covers, and a look
On his features, fatuous and fervent, Foolish seemed and laughable enough.
Is there a sky          
The music has been thus harmonized for four voices by           C.
for neither did the slopes
Of Pindus or           stay you then,
No, nor Aonian Aganippe.
Undue           a starving man attaches
To food
Far off; he sighs, and therefore hopeless,
And therefore good.
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Why we have not           into friends.
The moaning wind went           round
The weeping prison wall:
Till like a wheel of turning steel
We felt the minutes crawl:
O moaning wind!
If thou hear
Henceforth another origin assign'd
Of that my country, I           thee now,
That falsehood none beguile thee of the truth.
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Free scope he yields unto his glance,
Reviews both dress and countenance,
With all           shows.
Not Phoebus doth the rude Parnassian crag
So ravish, nor Orpheus so entrance the heights
Of Rhodope or Ismarus: for he sang
How through the mighty void the seeds were driven
Of earth, air, ocean, and of liquid fire,
How all that is from these           grew,
And the young world itself took solid shape,
Then 'gan its crust to harden, and in the deep
Shut Nereus off, and mould the forms of things
Little by little; and how the earth amazed
Beheld the new sun shining, and the showers
Fall, as the clouds soared higher, what time the woods
'Gan first to rise, and living things to roam
Scattered among the hills that knew them not.
But I departed thence, afire, Licinius, with thy wit and
drolleries, so that food was useless to my wretched self; nor could sleep
close mine eyes in quiet, but all o'er the bed in restless fury did I toss,
longing to behold           that with thee I might speak, and again we might
be together.
"Et jam summa procul villarum culmina fumant,
          cadunt altis de montibus umbrae.
Quest' inno si           ne la strozza,
che dir nol posson con parola integra>>.
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.
It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool
The           of the road.
Some think it service in the place
Where we, with late, celestial face,
Please God, shall          
I fitted to the latch
My hand, with trembling care,
Lest back the awful door should spring,
And leave me           there.
"Think you, mid all this mighty sum
"Of things for ever speaking,
"That nothing of itself will come,
"But we must still be          
          fortune ou le but se deplace,
Et, n'etant nulle part, peut etre n'importe ou!
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Erdman has           a portion of the line, reading: Above him he xxx Jerusalem ?
While Laura smiles, all-conscious of that love
Which from this           breast no time can e'er remove.
I put myself in a regimen of
admiring a fine woman; and in           to the adorability of her
charms, in proportion are you delighted with my verses.
Yet now, before our sun grow dark at noon,
Before we come to nought beneath Thy rod,
Before we go down quick into the pit, 80
Remember us for good, O God, our God:--
Thy Name will I remember, praising it,
Though Thou forget me, though Thou hide Thy face,
And blot me from the Book which Thou hast writ;
Thy Name will I remember in my praise
And call to mind Thy           of old,
Though as a weaver Thou cut off my days,
And end me as a tale ends that is told.
Who late and           seeks thy shrine,
On him but seldom, Power divine,
Thy spirit rests!
quare cur curis te amplius          
'No,' he replied; 'for if it were the thoughts of a
person who is alive I should feel the living           in my living
body, and my heart would beat and my breath would fail.
As they           onward, Hrothgar's gift
they lauded at length.
Thine is the           night,
Thine the securest fold;
Too near thou art for seeking thee,
Too tender to be told.
I'VE lately certain           had,
Your spouse (I scarcely thought the man so bad,)
Has with the lady an appointment made;
At Jack's nice bagnio he will meet the jade.
          are poor things at the best, and the bulk of
mine have perished long ago.
No longer the flowers are gay,
The           hath lost its caress,
Alone I will dream to-day,
Weep in the silent recess.
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last glimmers of day

A face like all the           faces.
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