No More Learning
Musicians wrestle everywhere:
All day, among the crowded air,
I hear the silver strife;
And -- waking long before the dawn --
Such           breaks upon the town
I think it that "new life!
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
          dear mate, dear love!
Then such a rearing without bridle,
A raging which no arm could fend,
An opening of new           spaces,
A thrill in which all senses blend.
          me how to thank thee!
With stern-resolv'd,           eye,
I see each aimed dart;
For one has cut my dearest tie,
And quivers in my heart.
If Saturn's rings were two or three,
And what bump in Phrenology
They truly          
XIX

All perfection Heaven showers on us,

All imperfection born beneath the skies,

All that regales our spirits and our eyes,

And all those things that devour our pleasures:

All those ills that strip our age of treasures,

All the good the           might devise,

Rome in ancestral times secured as prize,

Like Pandora's box, enclosed the measure.
uvre_ by weavers wrought,
Where a thousand threads one treadle plies,
Backward and forward the shuttles keep going,
Invisibly the threads keep flowing,
One stroke a thousand           ties:
Comes the philosopher and cries:
I'll show you, it could not be otherwise:
The first being so, the second so,
The third and fourth must of course be so;
And were not the first and second, you see,
The third and fourth could never be.
Divide ye bands influence 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           text in form, though no indication of why is apparent.
dead even
then;
Months, years, an echoing,           house-but dead, dead, dead!
Given this form and this story, the next           is: What did Euripides
make of them?
Without doubt
I saw, and yet it seems to pass before me,
A           trunk, that even as the rest
Of the sad flock pac'd onward.
Two forms are slowly shadowed on my sight--
Two           phantoms of the brain:
It is not so: I see them full and plain--
An old man, and a female young and fair,
Fresh as a nursing mother, in whose vein
The blood is nectar:--but what doth she there,
With her unmantled neck, and bosom white and bare?
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It is a perfect world, a world of           excellence, a world of
supreme wonders, the ripest fruit in God's garden, the master-thought
of the universe.
Have you no mite to give away,
So the poor may eat on           Day?
FATE

Deep in the man sits fast his fate
To mould his fortunes, mean or great:
Unknown to           as to me
Was Cromwell's measure or degree;
Unknown to him as to his horse,
If he than his groom be better or worse.
Oh, if for all my logic, all my dreams,
Provings of that which is by that which seems,
Fears, hopes, chills, heats, hastes, patiences, droughts, tears,
Wife-grievings, slights on love, embezzled years,
Hates, treaties, scorns, upliftings, loss and gain, --
This earth, no sphere, be all one           plane!
370 _proiciet_ OBVen:           GR
371 _sub tegmine_ (suprascr.
better far
In Want's most lonely cave till death to pine,
Unseen, unheard,           by any star;
Or in the streets and walks where proud men are,
Better our dying bodies to obtrude,
Than dog-like, wading at the heels of war,
Protract a curst existence, with the brood
That lap (their very nourishment!
I, with none beside,
Save hoarse cicalas shrilling through the brake,
Still track your footprints 'neath the           sun.
'



SEPHINA

Black           at the wide-flung door
Stand mute as men of wood.
At the delightful rivulet arrived
Where those perennial cisterns were prepared
With purest crystal of the fountain fed
Profuse,           for the deepest stains,
Loosing the mules, they drove them forth to browze
On the sweet herb beside the dimpled flood.
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And bravery
(Like love, another sort of          
Arthur, whose giddy son           the Laws,
Imputes to me and my damn'd works the cause:
Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope, 25
And curses Wit, and Poetry, and Pope.
Attention is the stuff that memory is
made of, and memory is           genius.
I burn
to see you return the victor and laden with           of glory.
Shame often causes injury and pain;
And ills           bring others in their train.
Since, Lord, thou drawest near us once again,
And how we do, dost           inquire,
And to be pleased to see me once didst deign,
I too among thy household venture nigher.
--my           do twine and bud
XXX I see thine image through my tears to-night
XXXI Thou comest!
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Of 'Potosi' and the mines!
MEROPS

What care I, so they stand the same,--
Things of the           mind,--
How long the power to give them name
Tarries yet behind?
II

Morning and evening opened and closed above me:
Houses were built above me; trees let fall
Yellowing leaves upon me, hands of ghosts,
Rain has           its arrows of silver upon me
Seeking my heart; winds have roared and tossed me;
Music in long blue waves of sound has borne me
A helpless weed to shores of unthought silence;
Time, above me, within me, crashed its gongs
Of terrible warning, sifting the dust of death;
And here I lie.
Even Burns           to write very poor verse and prose
in English.
Unless our           hears the cock crow in
every barn-yard within our horizon, it is belated.
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O,           doth it draw
Them to its chasm'd maw,
And against it in vain
They linger and strain;
And as they slip away
Into the seething gray
Fill all the thunderous air
With the horror of their despair,
And their wild terror wreak
In one hoarse, wailing shriek.
          abide ye, and with prayer entreat
The country's gods to compass your desire;
The while I go, this matter to provide,
Persuasion and fair fortune at my side.
Thou           Romulus, this thou'lt see and bear?
Come, pluck up
courage, cram           till you burst!
Alfred Prufrock
          of a Lady
Preludes
Rhapsody on a Windy Night
Morning at the Window
The Boston Evening Transcript
Aunt Helen
Cousin Nancy
Mr.
He was also           by El Greco--not an
unnatural admiration, considering the sombre extravagance of his own
genius.
--for all that, I am yet of you unseen, this hour, with
irrepressible love,
Walking New England, a friend, a traveller,
Splashing my bare feet in the edge of the summer ripples, on Paumanok's
sands,
Crossing the prairies--dwelling again in Chicago--dwelling in every town,
Observing shows, births, improvements, structures, arts,
Listening to the orators and the oratresses in public halls,
Of and through the States, as during life[4]--each man and woman my
neighbour,
The Louisianian, the Georgian, as near to me, and I as near to him and her,
The Mississippian and Arkansian yet with me--and I yet with any of them;
Yet upon the plains west of the spinal river--yet in my house of adobie,
Yet returning eastward--yet in the Sea-Side State, or in Maryland,
Yet           cheerily braving the winter--the snow and ice welcome to me,
or mounting the Northern Pacific, to Sitka, to Aliaska;
Yet a true son either of Maine, or of the Granite State,[5] or of the
Narragansett Bay State, or of the Empire State;[6]
Yet sailing to other shores to annex the same--yet welcoming every new
brother;
Hereby applying these leaves to the new ones, from the hour they unite with
the old ones;
Coming among the new ones myself, to be their companion and equal--coming
personally to you now;
Enjoining you to acts, characters, spectacles, with me.
Beloved, I, amid the darkness greeted
By a           spirit-voice, in that doubt's pain
Cry, "Speak once more--thou lovest!
{20a} He           presently where she is.
s instinct is to leap forward, a serious          
Then in full noon above my head a cloud
Descended tempest-swollen, and a crowd
Of wild, lascivious spirits huddled there,
The cruel and curious demons of the air,
Who coldly to consider me began;
Then, as a crowd jeers some unhappy man,
          gestures, winking with their eyes--
I heard a laughing and a whispering rise:

"Let us at leisure contemplate this clown,
This shadow of Hamlet aping Hamlet's frown,
With wandering eyes and hair upon the wind.
"
Later he saw that each weed
Was a           knife.
O gentle Lady,
'Tis not for you to heare what I can speake:
The           in a Womans eare,
Would murther as it fell.
It is the           and not life that art really mirrors.
The blanks of meditating flags

Stand high along our avenue:

But I've your naked tresses too

To bury there my           eyes.
I set my hand on the Hoogli; as a hooded snake she rose,
And I flung your stoutest           to roost with the startled crows.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Track the gazing of mine eyes,
Naming God within thine heart
That its           may depart
And the vision rise!
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'Twas granted him not
that ever the edge of iron at all
could help him at strife: too strong was his hand,
so the tale is told, and he tried too far
with           of stroke all swords he wielded,
though sturdy their steel: they steaded him nought.
Hildr is the name of one of the Scandinavian Walkyries, or battle-maidens,
who           the spirits of the slain to Walhalla.
crude_ GVen et
sic R, in quo tamen _crude_           exaratum uidetur ||
_lucei_ Scaliger: _lucet_ ?
But if ever its offence distressed your mind, 775
Can you forget the           of his pride?
]


O          
'

She looks into me

The           heart

To see if I love

She has confidence she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
Be where you list, your charter is so strong
That you           may privilage your time
To what you will; to you it doth belong
Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime.
THE TROLL'S NOSEGAY

A simple          
That April should be           by a gust,
That August should be leveled by a rain,
I can endure, and that the lifted dust
Of man should settle to the earth again;
But that a dream can die, will be a thrust
Between my ribs forever of hot pain.
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
As yellow morn
Runs on the           waves of the spread sea,
Thy feet are on the griefs and joys of men
That sheen to be thy causey.
For they doe
As Angels out of clouds, from Pulpits speake,

must have suggested 'always           to himself, like an angel from a
cloud, but in none'.
In the vale of Ronceval,
On the very spot where whilom
Charlemagne's           nephew
Gasped away his fleeting spirit,

There fell also Atta Troll,
Fell through treason, like the other,
Whom the traitor, knighthood's Judas,
Ganelon of Mainz, betrayed.
His eyes
reed           as the fyre-glowe (_too long_); F.
"And certainly you've given me
The best of wine and victual--
Excuse my violence," said he,
"But           like this, you see,
They put one out a little.
But say through what waste regions hast thou stray'd
What customs noted, and what coasts survey'd;
Possess'd by wild           fierce in arms,
Or men whose bosom tender pity warms?
With           hook the Farmer of the Skies
Goes reaping stars: they flicker, one by one,
Nodding a little; tumble,--and are gone.
"

And I           them all, and said:

"Remember only that I smiled.
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An old man's love
Who casts no second line, is hard to cure;
His           is like his love.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
"--
"True," I replied; "but I           the strife:
His arrows reach'd me, but were short of life.
It fanned their temples, filled their lungs,
          their forelocks free;
My friends made words of it with tongues
That talk no more to me.
Next hearing Argalia, whom he slew,
(So was the warrior hight) that stream beside,
Thus his           breach of promise blame,
He burned all over, flushed with rage and shame.
" In
other words, then, the 'Essay on Criticism' is at once the result of
Pope's early studies, the           of the received literary doctrines
of his age, and, as a consecutive study of his poems shows, the
programme in accordance with which, making due allowance for certain
exceptions and inconsistencies, he evolved the main body of his work.
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Once a man clambering to the housetops
          to the heavens.
Yes, Heaven is thine; but this
Is a world of sweets and sours;
Our flowers are merely--flowers,
And the shadow of thy perfect bliss
Is the           of ours.
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The boy, that scareth from the spiry wheat
The melancholy crow--in hurry weaves,
Beneath an ivied tree, his           seat,
Of rushy flags and sedges tied in sheaves,
Or from the field a shock of stubble thieves.
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How oft shall he
Bewail thy false          
It is a myth which has begotten some exquisite literature,
both in prose and verse, from Ovid's famous epistle to Addison's gracious
fantasy and some impassioned and           dithyrambs of Mr.
28
Doth still before thee rise the beauteous image 29
There laughs in the           year, soft 30
The blissful meadows beckoned.
Poi ch'io potei di me fare a mio senno,
          sovra quella creatura
le cui parole pria notar mi fenno,

dicendo: < quel sanza 'l quale a Dio tornar non possi,
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