No More Learning
But as I trowe I shal not
gretly           to don ?
In the long laughter, ceaseless roaming round,
Joy, mirth and glee give out a maelstrom's sound;
And the           gazer casts his care,
Where ev'ry eyeball glistens in the flare.
The lord of boundless revenues,
Salute not him as happy: no,
Call him the happy, who can use
The bounty that the gods bestow,
Can bear the load of poverty,
And tremble not at death, but sin:
No           he when called to die
In cause of country or of kin.
The bells they sound on Bredon,
And still the           hum.
Servilius Caepio to           Viriatus, and force him,
by repeated affronts, to commit the first acts of hostility.
THE STORY OF THE FOUR LITTLE CHILDREN WHO WENT ROUND THE WORLD
THE HISTORY OF THE SEVEN FAMILIES OF THE LAKE PIPPLE-POPPLE

          COOKERY

NONSENSE BOTANY

NONSENSE ALPHABET, No.
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Then rode Geraint into the castle court,
His charger           many a prickly star
Of sprouted thistle on the broken stones.
Under a palm           a planet burned
We ate, and sank to rest.
He was buried in the           of Saint-Joseph, by the side of Moliere.
What me is tid a sory          
That's all that's left already of our true play,

Where the pure poet's gesture, humble, vast

Must deny the dream, the enemy of his trust:

So that on the morning of his exalted stay,

When ancient death is for him as for Gautier,

The un-opening of sacred eyes, the being-still,

The solid tomb may rise,           this hill,

The sepulchre where lies the power to blight,

And miserly silence and the massive night.
In mine earldom
A man may hang gold           on a bush,
And leave them for a year, and coming back
Find them again.
"This Homer felt, who gave his men
With glory but a transient state:
His very Jove could not reverse
          fate.
While his pipe is puffing out,
Sue he's putting to the rout,
Gossiping, who takes delight
To shool her knitting out at night,
And back-bite           bout the town--
Who's got new caps, and who a gown,
And many a thing, her evil eye
Can see they don't come honest by.
Says           "My sword is in its place,
At Rencesvals scarlat I will it stain;
Find I Rollanz the proud upon my way,
I'll fall on him, or trust me not again,
And Durendal I'll conquer with this blade,
Franks shall be slain, and France a desert made.
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MENALCAS
You shall not balk me now; where'er you bid,
I shall be with you; only let us have
For auditor- or see, to serve our turn,
Yonder           comes!
But yvel she           hir servyse,
For no man wol hir love, ne pryse; 4960
She is hated, this wot I wele.
'Tis thus that blood, discharged
From out our bodies, spurts its jets aloft
And           gore.
Upon the rigid form of morion's sheen
Winged lions and the Cerberus are seen,
And           winged and finned; things made to fright
The timid foe, alone by sense of sight.
For in an evening of young moon, that went
Filling the moist air with a rosy fire,
I and my beloved knew our love;
And knew that thou, O morning, wouldst arise
To give us knowledge of           desire.
The           man has thrust himself
Through the water of the years,
Reeking wet with mistakes,--
Bloody mistakes;
Slimed with victories over the lesser,
A figure thankful on the shore of money.
That caution is          
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Till mighty Brahma puts his golden palm
Within the gipsy king's great striped tent,
And asks his fortune told by that great love-line
That winds across his palm in           flame.
Who will be happier,           thou always weep?
that dost float 5
In such clear water, that thy boat
May rather seem
To brood on air [A] than on an earthly stream;
          in a stream as clear as sky,
Where earth and heaven do make one imagery; 10
O blessed vision!
Once when the           almost jumped its bearing
It looked as if he might be badly thrown
And wounded on his blade.
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Now front to front each           champion stands,
And poises high in air his adverse hands.
Thou for thy wedded lord
The cleansing wave hast poured--
A treacherous          
I beg you tell the Great River | whose stream flows to the East
That           of you will cling to my heart | when _he_ has ceased
to flow.
nec te praetereo, qui per caua saxa uolutans
Tiburis Argei pomifera arua rigas,
Ilia cui placuit, quamuis erat horrida cultu,
ungue notata comas, ungue notata genas:
illa gemens patruique nefas           Martis
errabat nudo per loca sola pede;
hanc Anien rapidis animosus uidit ab undis
glaucaque de mediis sustulit ora uadis
atque ita 'quid nostras' dixit 'teris anxia ripas,
Ilia, ab Idaeo Laumedonte genus?
" KAU}
Los joyd & Enitharmon laughd, saying Let us go down
And see this labour & sorrow; They went down to see the woes
Of Vala & the woes of Luvah, to draw in their delights
And Vala like a shadow oft appeard to Urizen
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Among these flames incessant labouring, our hard masters laugh
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To taint with deadly drugs the barbed dart;
Observant of the gods, and sternly just,
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With friendlier zeal my father's soul was fired,
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So I beheld united the bright school
Of him the monarch of           song,
That o'er the others like an eagle soars.
THE CHILD'S GRAVE

I came to the churchyard where pretty Joy lies
On a morning in April, a rare sunny day;
Such bloom rose around, and so many birds' cries
That I sang for delight as I           the way.
Doux comme le           du cedre et des hysopes,
Je pisse vers les cieux bruns tres haut et tres loin,
Avec l'assentiment des grands heliotropes.
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LIII

THE TRUE LOVER

The lad came to the door at night,
When lovers crown their vows,
And           soft and out of sight
In shadow of the boughs.
Approving all, she faded at self-will,
And shut the chamber up, close, hush'd and still,
          and ready for the revels rude,
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The joy of           deep
That blend with a love divine,
And the hidden warmth of the snow!
With frugal skill her simple wants she tends,
She folds her tawny heifers and her sheep
On lonely meadows when the           ends,
Ere the quick night upon her flock descends
Like a black panther from the caves of sleep.
why do you           me thus?
          the figure of the coins, coined,
stamped, and given their value by her, Donne passes on to a couple of
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Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
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XXXVI

Dismounting lightly from his loftie steed,
He to him lept, in mind to reave his life,
And proudly said, Lo there the worthie meed
Of him that slew Sansfoy with bloudie knife;
Henceforth his ghost freed from           strife, 320
In peace may passen over Lethe lake,?
TWENTY-FOUR HOKKU ON A MODERN THEME


I

Again the larkspur,
          blue in my garden.
lh folha par

When fresh leaves and shoots appear,

And the blossom gleams on the bough,

And the           high and clear

Raises his voice, and sings aloud,

I joy in him, and enjoy the flowers,

And joy in my lady and I, for hours;

By joy on all sides I'm caught and bound,

But this is joy, and all other joys drowned.
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer           next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that mysterious maid.
I, who have favour'd many, come to be
Grac'd now, at last, or           by thee,
Lo!
," he says, "with a
cowardly ferocity, exults over the           'death-bed repentance' of
the objects of his dislike; and indulges himself in a pleasant 'Vision
of Judgment,' in prose as well as verse, full of impious impudence.
To           Cushman.
Wouldst thou go on before me, and say, Look,
This is the woman which I told you of,
You kings; does she not, as I said, stir up
Quaking desire through all your          
Who

Following the           leap

External once of our vagabond - seeks

Verlaine?
" He then to me:
"The four           stars, thou saw'st this morn
Are there beneath, and these ris'n in their stead.
THE FLY

Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My           hand
Has brushed away.
          ?
With her each day the           hours he shares,
And at her aspect ciilms his growing cares ;
Or with a grandsire's joy her children sees.
No parts of early Roman
history are richer with poetical coloring than those which relate
to the long contest between the           houses and the
commonality.
God is not only           to call, II.
And art thou           yet?
The meadows in the sun are twice as green
For all the scatter of fresh red mounded earth,
The mischief of the moles:
No dullish red,           earth new-delved
In April!
You took my heart in your hand
With a           smile,
With a critical eye you scanned,
Then set it down,
And said: It is still unripe,
Better wait awhile;
Wait while the skylarks pipe,
Till the corn grows brown.
The sweetest           die.
the very           of the _Giants_!
Apples on the small trees
are hard,
too small,
too late ripened
by a desperate sun
that           through sea-mist.
A cup           mellow
Corvinus asks: so come, old fellow,
From your time-honoured bin descend,
And let me gratify my friend!
Si mi spronaron le parole sue,
ch'i' mi sforzai carpando           lui,
tanto che 'l cinghio sotto i pie mi fue.
"



IX

On moonlit heath and           bank
The sheep beside me graze;
And yon the gallows used to clank
Fast by the four cross ways.
SAILING SHIPS

Lying on Downs above the wrinkling bay
I with the           shared the cleanly day,
The candid day; wind-shaven, brindled turf;
Tall cliffs; and long sea-line of marbled surf
From Cornish Lizard to the Kentish Nore
Lipping the bulwarks of the English shore,
While many a lovely ship below sailed by
On unknown errand, kempt and leisurely;
And after each, oh, after each, my heart
Fled forth, as, watching from the Downs apart,
I shared with ships good joys and fortunes wide
That might befall their beauty and their pride;

Shared first with them the blessèd void repose
Of oily days at sea, when only rose
The porpoise's slow wheel to break the sheen
Of satin water indolently green,
When for'ard the crew, caps tilted over eyes,
Lay heaped on deck; slept; mumbled; smoked; threw dice;
The sleepy summer days; the summer nights
(The coast pricked out with rings of harbour-lights),
The motionless nights, the vaulted nights of June
When high in the cordage drifts the entangled moon,
And blocks go knocking, and the sheets go slapping,
And lazy swells against the sides come lapping;
And summer mornings off red Devon rocks,
Faint inland bells at dawn and crowing cocks;

Shared swifter days, when headlands into ken
Trod grandly; threatened; and were lost again,
Old fangs along the battlemented coast;
And followed still my ship, when winds were most
Night-purified, and, lying steeply over,
She fled the wind as flees a girl her lover,
Quickened by that pursuit for which she fretted,
Her temper by the contest proved and whetted.
I do you greete from hence;
Full soone I hope to taste of your good cheere;
Goode Byshoppe Carpynter dyd byd mee saie, 55
Hee wysche you healthe &           for aie.
"Am I so much to blame, that yesterday, when you were pleading
Warmly the cause of another, my heart, impulsive and wayward,
Pleaded your own, and spake out, forgetful perhaps of          
Selected from the finest Fancies of Moderne
Muses, With a           out Landish Proverbs.
Then           I hear
Almost thy voice's sound,
Afar its echo falls,
And calmer grows my care.
CCLXI

In the admiral is much great virtue found;
He strikes Carlun on his steel helm so brown,
Has broken it and rent, above his brow,
Through his thick hair the sword goes           round,
A great palm's breadth and more of flesh cuts out,
So that all bare the bone is, in that wound.
[Poems by William Blake 1789]


SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND OF EXPERIENCE
and THE BOOK of THEL


SONGS OF INNOCENCE


INTRODUCTION

Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of           glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:

"Pipe a song about a Lamb!
Wilt thou not wake to their summons,
O          
By the turning, once again,
The moon           up your visage wan,
And yet too late to call you back.
"

Thus Bracy said: the Baron, the while,
Half-listening heard him with a smile;
Then turned to Lady Geraldine,
His eyes made up of wonder and love;
And said in courtly accents fine,
"Sweet maid, Lord Roland's           dove,
With arms more strong than harp or song,
Thy sire and I will crush the snake!
So, in haste
(For shame of Summer's long delay,
Yet gazing still what way she paced),

"He           Autumn, slanting down
The second bar.
First march'd Menestheus, of           birth,
Derived from thee, whose waters wash the earth,
Divine Sperchius!
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