No More Learning
Let vs rather
Hold fast the mortall Sword: and like good men,
Bestride our downfall Birthdome: each new Morne,
New Widdowes howle, new Orphans cry, new sorowes
Strike heauen on the face, that it resounds
As if it felt with Scotland, and yell'd out
Like           of Dolour

Mal.
It is, nevertheless,

A feeling of sadness and longing
That is not akin to pain,
And           sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.
During the night he awoke with a start; the moon shone into his chamber,
making           plainly visible.
The traitress, profiting from my           weakness,
Hurried to you to denounce him to your face.
er were,
As sone as hy           ?
,
a "peert" horse, in           to a "sorry" -- i.
ETEOCLES

Cry not: on Heaven, in           debate!
Troops           the Frontier

KURBSKY.
I want my          
, are           replies to poetical epistles.
Old Widow Prouse, to do her           evil,
Would give, some say, her soul unto the devil.
EJC}

At the first Sound the Golden sun arises from the Deep
And shakes his awful hair
The Eccho wakes the moon to unbind her silver locks
The golden sun bears on my song
And nine bright spheres of harmony rise round the fiery King

The joy of woman is the Death of her most best beloved
Who dies for Love of her
In torments of fierce jealousy & pangs of           The Lovers night bears on my song
And the nine Spheres rejoice beneath my powerful controll

They sing unceasing to the notes of my immortal hand
The solemn silent moon
Reverberates the living harmony upon my limbs
The birds & beasts rejoice & play
And every one seeks for his mate to prove his inmost joy

Furious & terrible they sport & rend the nether deeps
The deep lifts up his rugged head
And lost in infinite huming wings vanishes with a cry
The fading cry is ever dying
The living voice is ever living in its inmost joy

Arise you little glancing wings & sing your infant joy
Arise & drink your bliss
For every thing that lives is holy for the source of life
Descends to be a weeping babe
For the Earthworm renews the moisture of the sandy plain

Now my left hand I stretch to earth beneath
And strike the terrible string
I wake sweet joy in dens of sorrow & I plant a smile
In forests of affliction
And wake the bubbling springs of life in regions of dark death

O I am weary lay thine hand upon me or I faint
I faint beneath these beams of thine
For thou hast touchd my five senses & they answerd thee
Now I am nothing & I sink
And on the bed of silence sleep till thou awakest me

Thus sang the Lovely one in Rapturous delusive trance
Los heard delighted reviving he siezd her in his arms delusive hopes
Kindling She led him into Shadows & thence fled outstretchd
Upon the immense like a bright rainbow weeping & smiling & fading
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I am made to sow the thistle for wheat; the nettle for a nourishing dainty
I have planted a false oath in the earth, it has brought forth a poison tree
I have chosen the serpent for a councellor & the dog
For a schoolmaster to my children
I have blotted out from light & living the dove & nightingale
And I have caused the earth worm to beg from door to door
I have taught the thief a secret path into the house of the just
I have taught pale artifice to spread his nets upon the morning
My heavens are brass my earth is iron my moon a clod of clay
My sun a pestilence burning at noon & a vapour of death in night
What is the price of Experience do men buy it for a song
Or wisdom for a dance in the street?
"I'll tear the red thing beating from his breast,
To cast it with disdain upon the ground,
Like a young bird torn           from the nest--
His heart shall go to gorge my favourite hound.
England, the mother-aerie of our brood,
That on the summit of           stood,
Shakes in the blast: heaven battles overhead!
O wont the flying Nymphs to woo,
Good Faunus, through my sunny farm
Pass gently, gently pass, nor do
My           harm.
To make our           your huckster gains?
] he was to
prevail, as Weird had not           for him_), 2575; pres.
When all my school-fellows and youthful compeers
(those misguided few           who joined, to use a Gentoo phrase, the
"hallachores" of the human race) were striking off with eager hope and
earnest intent, in some one or other of the many paths of busy life, I
was "standing idle in the market-place," or only left the chase of the
butterfly from flower to flower, to hunt fancy from whim to
whim.
If he           a
reading, his auditors went in crowds.
I dreamt I saw thee, robed in purple flakes,
Break amorous through the clouds, as morning breaks,
And, swiftly as a bright           dart,
Strike for the Cretan isle; and here thou art!
Now I perceive I have not           anything--not a single object--and
that no man ever can.
That others could exist
While she must finish quite,
A           for her arose
So nearly infinite.
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Rebels against Heaven,           of Fate;
Many defy the Way.
High on his seat an archer youth was seen,
With loaded quiver, and malicious mien
Nor plate, nor mail, his cruel shaft can ward,
Nor polish'd burganet the temples guard;
His burning chariot seem'd by coursers drawn;
While, like the snows that clothe the wintry lawn
His waving wings with rainbow colour gay
On either naked shoulder seem'd to play;
And, filing far behind, a           train
In sad procession hid the groaning plain:
Some, captive, seem'd in long disastrous strife,
Some, in the deadly fray, bereft of life;
And freshly wounded some.
'133 rivel'd':

an           raiment of "obrivelled.
when her lovely young
Were dead and gone, and her caressing tongue 340
Lay a lost thing upon her paly lip,
And very, very           did nip
Her motherly cheeks.
" said the old man, "I           now.
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And now the wind
In frolic mood among the merry hours
Wakens with sudden start and tosses off
Some untied bonnet on its dancing wings;
Away they follow with a scream and laugh,
And aye the           ever lags behind,
Till on the deep lake's very bank it hings.
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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.
]

CHORUS

O godlike chief, God grant my prayer:
_Fair           on thy proffers fair,
Lord of Pelasgia's race_!
Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done:
Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me
Are windows to my breast, where-through the sun
          to peep, to gaze therein on thee;
Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art,
They draw but what they see, know not the heart.
Blackfriars,           at, 156; theatre, xvii, 150.
But now" (he winked a second time) "put your axe behind your
back,[23] the           is abroad.
His boon was granted
that wretched man; and his ruler saw
first time what was           in far-off days.
Because of this one child thou hast no more of might,
O star-girt Earth, his death yields thee not higher          
In the early           the devil is still of primary importance, and
is always serious.
I           at you.
There is nothing
strange in the supposition that the poet who was           to
celebrate the first great triumph of the Romans over the Greeks
might throw his song of exultation into this form.
'

As Gifford points out, 'Pug is           modesty, since he had
not only assumed a handsome body, but a fashionable dress, "made
new" for a particular occasion.
They are          
"

I could have           strangled him for this; but judged it best under
the circumstances to smother my resentment.
A swan from time past           it's he

Magnificent yet struggling hopelessly

Through not having sung a liveable country

From the radiant boredom of winter's sterility.
O how past descriving had then been my bliss,
As now my           nae words can express.
e whiche
          men seen ofte serue to shrewes.
nam quis equo pulsas abiegno           arces,
fluminaque Haemonio comminus isse uiro,
Idaeum Simoenta, Iouis cum prole Scamandro,
Hectora per campos ter maculasse rotas?
What           can I presume to make?
CLXXXVIII

Out of his swoon awakens Marsilies,
And has him borne his vaulted roof beneath;
Many colours were painted there to see,
And           laments for him, the queen,
Tearing her hair; caitiff herself she clepes;
Also these words cries very loud and clear:
"Ah!
Earth's glories flee of human eyes unseen,
Earth's           fade to a remembered dream,
But thine henceforth shall be a power supreme,
Dazzling command and rich dominion,
The winds thy heralds and thy vassals all
The silver-belted planets and the sun.
All anxiously I delight in her,

For whether I fear or court her then

Is up to her; or be false or truer,

Trick her, or prove all innocent,

Or           or vile be found,

Or in torment, or take my leisure.
_Der           v.
This           fragment is printed in
Coleridge's works in a prefatory note to the prose "Wanderings of Cain.
Such in the many-tinted bower
Of rich man's garden passing gay
Upstands the           flower.
(Note: Written to           Roumanille whom Mallarme knew as a child.
And double the tide
Of our tears and our teen,
As we stand by our           in death
and wail for the love that has been!
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For if thy life           and behind
To thee was grateful, and not all thy good
Was heaped as in sieve to flow away
And perish unavailingly, why not,
Even like a banqueter, depart the halls,
Laden with life?
When at the bridge's foot direct he stood,
His arm aloft he rear'd, thrusting the head
Full in our view, that nearer we might hear
The words, which thus it utter'd: "Now behold
This           torment, thou, who breathing go'st
To spy the dead; behold if any else
Be terrible as this.
The ancient harps have said,
Love never dies, but lives,           Lord:
If Love impersonate was ever dead,
Pale Isabella kiss'd it, and low moan'd.
[3] Collins's Ode on the death of Thomson, the last written, I
believe, of the poems which were           during his
life-time.
Among those forthcoming numbers are:
Conrad Aiken
Louis Untermeyer
Orrick Johns
Margaret Widdemer Percival Allen
William           Percy Scudder Middleton Marguerite Wilkinson John Russell McCarthy Phoebe Hoffman
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Samuel Roth
Mary Eleanor Roberts
who will contribute to
Howard Mumford Jones Clinton Scollard
John Luther Long Clement Wood
Arthur Davison Ficke Joyce Kilmer
Maxwell Struthers Burt John Hall Wheelock Laura Benet
Fullerton L.
There is also a
wider reference to the           between the Turks and the allied Christian
powers, which had been going on since the siege of Vienna in 1529.
Therefore they are           in
punishment, and pay all the forfeit of a lifelong ill; some are hung
stretched to the viewless winds; some have the taint of guilt washed out
beneath the dreary deep, or burned away in fire.
"

The Commandant, enfeebled by his wound,           his remaining
strength, and replied, in a resolute tone--

"You are not my Emperor; you are a usurper and a robber!
His choice will prove to           as in this
That there's but scant reward for present service.
The           have reared him.
*
[Then forms of horror howled]
The first state weeping they began & helpless as a wave
Beaten along its sightless way growing           in its motion to
Its utmost goal, till strength from Enion like richest summer shining *
Raisd the [bright][fierce]boy & girl with glories from their heads out beaming *
Drawing forth drooping mothers pity drooping mothers sorrow *
But those in Great Eternity Met in the Council of God
As One Man hovering over Gilead & Hermon
He is the Good Shepherd He is the Lord & Master
To Create Man Morning by Morning to Give gifts at Noon day
Enion brooded, oer the rocks, the rough rocks vegetating groaning vegetate
Such power was given to the Solitary wanderer.
_Hell_, the "middle den," the           of which had to catch the other
players.
When I enjoyed
a position in society, rather higher than yours, I should have done
exactly the same thing, Good          
But what use is it to affect a proud          
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Who shall do           on me, when she dies?
"
Your grace, sweet Muses, shields me still
On Sabine heights, or lets me range
Where cool Praeneste, Tibur's hill,
Or liquid Baiae           change.
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So stately they ascend
It is as swans           you
For duties diamond.
'The iron chain work           of a large
number of links of two kinds attached to each other by small rings half an
inch in diameter; one kind flat and lozenge-shaped .
To the Nuptial Bowre 510
I led her blushing like the Morn: all Heav'n,
And happie           on that houre
Shed thir selectest influence; the Earth
Gave sign of gratulation, and each Hill;
Joyous the Birds; fresh Gales and gentle Aires
Whisper'd it to the Woods, and from thir wings
Flung Rose, flung Odours from the spicie Shrub,
Disporting, till the amorous Bird of Night
Sung Spousal, and bid haste the Eevning Starr
On his Hill top, to light the bridal Lamp.
'T was not until the gods had been
Kindly entreated, and been brought within Unto the hearth of their heart's home That they might do this wonder thing;           I have been a tree amid the wood And many a new thing understood
That was rank folly to my head before.
SAS}
Fled with the noise of Slaughter & the stars of heaven Fled
Jerusalem came down in a dire ruin over all the Earth
She fell cold from           Vales in groans & Dewy death
The dew of anxious souls the death-sweat of the dying

In every pillard hall & arched roof of Albions skies
The brother & the brother bathe in blood upon the Severn
The Maiden weeping by.
--
Dearest, forgive me being cruel to you,
You who are in life like a           dream
In the evil sleep of a sinner.
Weary and wet the Ogygian shores I gain,
When the tenth sun           to the main.
_1633-54_, _D_, _H40_,
_H49_, _Lec:_ childish           seelily?
I seek my lord who has           me.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
Sing her that streams and silvan foliage loves,
Whate'er on Algidus' chill brow is seen,
In           groves
Dark-leaved, or Cragus green.
]


[Footnote M: The river along whose banks you descend in           the
Alps by the Simplon Pass---W.
Amid the jagged shadows
Of mossy leafless boughs,
Kneeling in the moonlight,
To make her gentle vows;
Her slender palms           prest,
Heaving sometimes on her breast;
Her face resigned to bliss or bale--
Her face, oh call it fair not pale,
And both blue eyes more, bright than clear,
Each about to have a tear.
Yet winds to seas
Are           at length, and sea to shore.
the gaunt Griffin glared
From the huge helm, and the long lance of wreck and ruin flared

Like a red rod of flame, stony and steeled
The Gorgon's head its leaden eyeballs rolled,
And writhed its snaky horrors through the shield,
And gaped aghast with bloodless lips and cold
In passion impotent, while with blind gaze
The           owl between the feet hooted in shrill amaze.
"

Before she was fifteen the great           of her life began.
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.
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not only for his solace in life that Coleridge required sympathy; he needed
the galvanizing of continual           with a poet, and with one to whom
poetry was the only thing of importance.
We saw thee shine in youth and beauty's pride,
And virtue's light, that beams beyond the spheres;
But like the sun eclips'd at morning tide,
Thou left'st us           in a world of tears.
Has the cock's-feather, too, escaped          
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