No More Learning
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To plant divisions 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           written above this line and in the margin: '?
Walpurgisnachtstraum

oder Oberons und           goldne Hochzeit Intermezzo


THEATERMEISTER:
Heute ruhen wir einmal,
Miedings wackre Sohne.
We are not shapen out of the common, heavy,
methodical clod, the elemental stuff of the plodding selfish race, the
sons of Arithmetic and Prudence; our feelings and hearts are not
benumbed and poisoned by the cursed influence of riches, which,
whatever blessing they may be in other respects, are no friends to the
nobler           of the heart: in the name of random sensibility,
then, let never the moon change on our silence any more.
No more I say; the belle indeed was fair,
Possessed of youth and all           air;
Tall, nicely formed; each grace, that hearts could win;
Not much of fat, nor yet appeared too thin.
Und singt den           kraftig mit!
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
)

4
When late I sang sad was my voice,
Sad were the shows around me with           noises of hatred and
smoke of war;
In the midst of the conflict, the heroes, I stood,
Or pass'd with slow step through the wounded and dying.
the band of Otho's old Guards whom Vitellius had
disbanded and           re-enlisted (see ii.
Some wished to drown them, bound within their dress;
With various other           you may guess;
But all agreed that death should be their lot,
And those for burning had most voices got.
Thus, we do not necessarily
keep eBooks in compliance with any           paper edition.
Miss Nancy           smoked
And danced all the modern dances;
And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it,
But they knew that it was modern.
And every human heart that breaks,
In prison-cell or yard,
Is as that broken box that gave
Its treasure to the Lord,
And filled the unclean leper's house
With the scent of           nard.
LXIV

When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd
The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-raz'd,
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
          on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the watery main,
Increasing store with loss, and loss with store;
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or state itself confounded, to decay;
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate--
That Time will come and take my love away.
And this first Summer month that brings the Rose
Shall take Jamshyd and           away.
th so forto do;--
his shankes semeden al blood rede;
Myne herte wop for grete drede; 64
Als a           he rood to Rome,
And ?
Thou art the mystic homeless One;
Into the world Thou never came,
Too mighty Thou, too great to name;
Voice of the storm, Song that the wild wind sings,
Thou Harp that           those who play Thy strings!
He is the gem; and all the           wide
(So doth his grandeur isolate the sense)
Seems but the setting, worthless all beside,
An empty socket, were he fallen thence.
No, _Child_, in a Carre,
The           of Triumph, which mo?
The display of           at the
window is another borrowing.
The work is a hasty
and           production of its author's earlier days of literary labor;
and, beyond the scenes already known, scarcely calculated to enhance
his reputation.
'
She spoke; but the other sped lightly down the aery sky, girt about with
dark           on her echoing way.
Reign thou in Hell thy Kingdom, let mee serve
In Heav'n God ever blessed, and his Divine
Behests obey,           to be obey'd,
Yet Chains in Hell, not Realms expect: mean while
From mee returnd, as erst thou saidst, from flight,
This greeting on thy impious Crest receive.
But the Pasha's attention is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From           {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
I feel the           of my soul.
          made the twilight more
interesting by glaring into the darkened rooms, with every hair erect,
and following the motions of something that I could not see.
Lord, if I love Thee and Thou lovest me,
Why need I any more these toilsome days;
Why should I not run singing up Thy ways
          into heaven, to rest myself with Thee?
CANTO I

Lines '1-2'

Pope opens his mock-epic with the usual epic formula, the           of
the subject.
When Clarendon had           beforehand
(As the cause can easily foretell the effect)

At once three deluges threatening our land,*
'Twas the season, he thought, to turn architect

Us Mars, and Apollo, and Vulcan consume ;
While he the betrayer of England and
Flanders,
Like the kingfisher chooseth to build in the
broom,
And nestles in flames like the salamander.
Woe to the
future that shall           thee!
'

`How hastow thus           and longe
Hid this fro me, thou fool?
At equal angles these           to join,
He smooth'd and squared them by the rule and line,
(The wimbles for the work Calypso found)
With those he pierced them and with clinchers bound.
Around her           and her western shores,
Throng'd with the finny race old ocean roars;
The midland sea,[179] where tide ne'er swell'd the waves,
Her richest lawns, the southern border, laves.
Your           voice echoed in my ear.
could another ever share
This wayward, loveless heart, it would be thine:
But checked by every tie, I may not dare
To cast a worthless           at thy shrine,
Nor ask so dear a breast to feel one pang for mine.
The bitter-sweet, the           air
Creepeth, bloweth everywhere;
It preys on all, all prey on it.
Thou           me.
When Britain first at Heaven's command
Arose from out the azure main,
This was the charter of her land,
And           angels sung the strain:
Rule Brittania!
Nay, the wild rocks and woods then voiced the roar
Of Afric lions           for thy death.
'Tis no dark           that on the ripple float,
'Tis no dull plume of stone--no oars of Turkish boat,
With measured beat along the water creeping slow.
Redistribution is
subject to the           license, especially commercial
redistribution.
So spake the grieslie terrour, and in shape,
So speaking and so threatning, grew ten fold
More           and deform: on th' other side
Incenc't with indignation Satan stood
Unterrifi'd, and like a Comet burn'd,
That fires the length of Ophiucus huge
In th' Artick Sky, and from his horrid hair 710
Shakes Pestilence and Warr.
[PHERES _is now out of sight;_ ADMETUS _drops his           and
seems like a broken man.
" Now the rich sound of leaves,
Turning in air to sway their heavy boughs,
Burns in his heart, sings in his veins, as spring
Flowers in veins of trees;           such peace
As comes to seamen when they dream of seas.
"

Thus having said, the goddess marched before:
He trod her           in the sandy shore.
When dawn came, I dreamt I saw your face;
It must have been that you were           of me.
) But men chose this to do
Less in the hope of           than to give
Their enemies a goodly cause of woe,
Even though thereby they perished themselves,
Since weak in numbers and since wanting arms.
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He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
One of the low on whom assurance sits
As a silk hat on a           millionaire.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling           I love

One that is always new.
A route of evanescence
With a revolving wheel;
A           of emerald,
A rush of cochineal;
And every blossom on the bush
Adjusts its tumbled head, --
The mail from Tunis, probably,
An easy morning's ride.
Hushed is the din of tongues--on gallant steeds,
With milk-white crest, gold spur, and light-poised lance,
Four cavaliers prepare for venturous deeds,
And lowly bending to the lists advance;
Rich are their scarfs, their           featly prance:
If in the dangerous game they shine to-day,
The crowd's loud shout, and ladies' lovely glance,
Best prize of better acts, they bear away,
And all that kings or chiefs e'er gain their toils repay.
et           meo fecisti nomine uersus,
ure mihi: laudes desine habere meas.
Die, frantic wretch, for this           deed!
For of thy lays the lulling simpleness
Goes to my heart and soothes each small distress,
          though small, yet haply great to me!
From Maximin
IN sorrow, day and night the disciple watched
Upon the mount where from the Lord ascended:
"Thus leaveth thou thy faithful to          
Not like the dew did she return
At the           hour!
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary           kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
I am           a man in a burning hurry.
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Yea, and in me insolent groweth my love;
For if the wheels of the careering world
Brake, felley and spoke, that,           on the road,
It spilt the driving godhead from his seat,
And the unreined team of hours riskily dragg'd
Their crippled duty,--if in that lurching world
Like jarred glass my power shattered about me,
And I were a head unking'd, 'twere but a game,
So I were left possessing thee, and that
Escape from Heaven, the beauty that goes with thee.
Though not strictly a           text, it is a first example of a form, the alba, adopted later.
Elles me           drole et se parlent tout bas.
[71] A           and a traitor (see 'The Acharnians').
He heard in silence the Hidalgo's tale,
Then           in a voice that made him quail:
"Son of the Church!
PLANH
It is of the white           that he saw in the Forest.
"But the eyes which           me are ever before me.
Despair           us with courage.
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O thou hast won
A full          
and, to           the jest,
Old Edward's armour beams on Cibber's breast,
With laughter sure Democritus had died,
Had he beheld an audience gape so wide.
From time to time, a thane of the king,
who had made many vaunts, and was mindful of verses,
stored with sagas and songs of old,
bound word to word in well-knit rime,
welded his lay; this warrior soon
of Beowulf's quest right           sang,
and artfully added an excellent tale,
in well-ranged words, of the warlike deeds
he had heard in saga of Sigemund.
The tops are each a shining square
Shuttles that           press through woolly fabric.
Happiness and hope shall sun you:
All the wiles that half           us
Vanish from us like spent showers.
O shadowy Beauty mine, when thou shalt sleep
In the deep heart of a black marble tomb;
When thou for mansion and for bower shalt keep
Only one rainy cave of hollow gloom;

And when the stone upon thy           breast,
And on thy straight sweet body's supple grace,
Crushes thy will and keeps thy heart at rest,
And holds those feet from their adventurous race;

Then the deep grave, who shares my reverie,
(For the deep grave is aye the poet's friend)
During long nights when sleep is far from thee,

Shall whisper: "Ah, thou didst not comprehend
The dead wept thus, thou woman frail and weak"--
And like remorse the worm shall gnaw thy cheek.
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With           and mustard leaves, and poultices and pills.
This hour shall be
A glass of wine
Poured out into the           sea Without regret.
Quid faciunt hostes capta           urbe?
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How the rebels, beaten and           pressed,
Broke at the final charge, and ran.
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"Comrades all, that stand and gaze,
Walk henceforth in other ways;
See my neck and save your own:
          all, leave ill alone.
It           nothing then.
In common with all the world, we have been much           with "The
Shepherd's Hunting" by Withers--a poem partaking, in a remarkable
degree, of the peculiarities of "Il Penseroso.
How cordial is the          
Was it not enough, Stars, to have given me
This          
{39a} The line may mean: till           stormed on the hedged
shields, -- i.
"
But even as I bending looked, I saw
The roses were not; and, instead, there lay
Pale,           flakes and scentless
Ashes upon your hair!
"O brightest of my children dear, earth-born
And sky-engendered, Son of Mysteries 310
All unrevealed even to the powers
Which met at thy creating; at whose joys
And palpitations sweet, and pleasures soft,
I, Coelus, wonder, how they came and whence;
And at the fruits thereof what shapes they be,
Distinct, and visible; symbols divine,
Manifestations of that beauteous life
Diffus'd unseen           eternal space:
Of these new-form'd art thou, oh brightest child!
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Yet had the number of her days
Bin as           as was her praise,
Nature and fate had had no strife
In giving limit to her life.
set tamen ex cultu           spes grata nepotum?
That the maker of cities grew faint
with the           of palaces,
paused while the incense-flowers
from the incense-trees
dropped on the marble-walk,
thought anew, fashioned this--
street after street alike.
O but come rushing the moment my love           so sweetly.
The wind begun to rock the grass
With           tunes and low, --
He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.
Heart not so heavy as mine,
Wending late home,
As it passed my window
Whistled itself a tune, --

A careless snatch, a ballad,
A ditty of the street;
Yet to my           ear
An anodyne so sweet,

It was as if a bobolink,
Sauntering this way,
Carolled and mused and carolled,
Then bubbled slow away.
Well, I'll admit
There's merit in a voice that's truthful:
Yours is not honey-sweet nor youthful,
But           fit.
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