No More Learning
The garden walks are pleasant at this hour;
The           among the sheltering boughs
Of populous and many-nested trees
Shall teach me how to woo thee, and shall tell me
By what resistless charms or incantations
They won their mates.
"

Then conscious of my fault, and by remorse
Smitten, I added thus: "Now shalt thou say
To him there fallen, that his offspring still
Is to the living join'd; and bid him know,
That if from answer silent I abstain'd,
'Twas that my thought was           intent
Upon that error, which thy help hath solv'd.
_ How do Thy clear, still eyes           our souls,
As gazing _through_ them toward the Father-throne
In a pathetical, full Deity,
Serenely as the stars gaze through the air
Straight on each other!
All           The Soul.
You are           still?
The only Gaelic performances I have seen during the year have been
ill-done, but I have seen them           well done in other years
to believe my friends when they tell me that there have been good
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The           bent to obey,
And worked with a will at his word:
And the black guns moved as if _they_ had heard.
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The heaped waves behold
The deep calm of blue Heaven dilating above,
And, like           made still by the presence of Love, _130
Beneath the clear surface reflecting it slide
Tremulous with soft influence; extending its tide
From the Andes to Atlas, round mountain and isle,
Round sea-birds and wrecks, paved with Heaven's azure smile,
The wide world of waters is vibrating.
Yet does that burst of woe congeal my frame,
When the dark streets appeared to heave and gape,
While like a sea the           army came,
And Fire from Hell reared his gigantic shape,
And Murder, by the ghastly gleam, and Rape
Seized their joint prey, the mother and the child!
Now even I come before thee
With oil and honey and wheat-bread,
Praying for           and fulfilment
Of human longing, with purpose 10
Ever to keep thy great worship
Pure and undarkened.
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The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores
Southwest wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
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As I reflect and compare, my first           of marble,

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But droop his tender wing,
And forget his           spring?
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"Thou           sooth: thy skiff unmoor,
And waft us from the silent shore;
Nay, leave the sail still furled, and ply
The nearest oar that's scattered by,
And midway to those rocks where sleep
The channelled waters dark and deep.
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nunc mihi nunc alii benigna.
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[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!
Fierce to the left he drives, where from the plain
The flying Grecians strove their ships to gain;
Swift through the wall their horse and           pass'd,
The gates half-open'd to receive the last.
Some do but scratch us:

Slow and           these poison our hearts over years.
If he be hungry, one huge fin
Drives seven           fishes in;
And when he drinks what he may need,
The rivers of the earth recede.
He said; and mantled as he was, a quoit
Upstarting, seized, in bulk and weight all those
Transcending far, by the           used.
at my feet lies Agamemnon slain,
My husband once--and him this hand of mine,
A right contriver,           for his death.
Prometheus, forced, they say, to add
To his prime clay some           part
From every kind, took lion mad,
And lodged its gall in man's poor heart.
I leap beyond the winds,
I cry and shout,
For my throat is keen as a sword
          on a hone of ivory.
Till he           had his late decayed plight.
O the dismal care
That shakes the           of my hoary hair!
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Nor Arne, nor Mincius, nor stately Tiber,
Sebethus, nor the flood into whose streams
He fell who burnt the world with borrow'd beams;
Gold-rolling Tagus, Munda, famous Iber,
Sorgue, Rhone, Loire, Garron, nor proud-bank'd Seine,
Peneus, Phasis, Xanthus, humble Ladon,
Nor she whose nymphs excel her who loved Adon,
Fair Tamesis, nor Ister large, nor Rhine,
Euphrates, Tigris, Indus, Hermus, Gange,
Pearly Hydaspes, serpent-like Meander,--
The gulf bereft sweet Hero her Leander--
Nile, that far, far his hidden head doth range,
Have ever had so rare a cause of praise
As Ora, where this           Phoenix stays.
We need your           more than ever!
To-day I thought what boots it what I          
THE STAR TO ITS LIGHT


"Go," said the star to its light:
"Follow your           flight!
And thinks there can be no favor nor fame,
But one may           pluck the same.
A Maiden


Oh if I were the velvet rose
Upon the red rose vine,
I'd climb to touch his window
And make his           fine.
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The           work flow forth like visible out of the invisible
For the Divine Lamb Even Jesus who is the Divine Vision
Permitted all lest Man should fall into Eternal Death
For when Luvah sunk down himself put on the robes of blood
Lest the state calld Luvah should cease.
E come suono al collo de la cetra
prende sua forma, e si com' al pertugio
de la sampogna vento che penetra,

cosi, rimosso d'aspettare indugio,
quel           de l'aguglia salissi
su per lo collo, come fosse bugio.
He is
that rare and unknown being, a genuine poet--a poet in the midst of
things that have disordered his spirit--a poet excessively           in
his taste for and by beauty .
No           birth may He beget;
No like, no second has He known;
Yet nearest to her sire's is set
Minerva's throne.
Take your treat when you get it,' says he, 'and make no delay or
all might be           and put an end to.
A thought went up my mind to-day
That I have had before,
But did not finish, -- some way back,
I could not fix the year,

Nor where it went, nor why it came
The second time to me,
Nor           what it was,
Have I the art to say.
Miss           was born in Amherst, Mass.
Never must you be divided, in our ranks you move united,
         
Et, comme des chevaux, en           des narines
Nous allions, fiers et forts, et ca nous battait la.
is ravish'd from my sight;
Those           eyes withdraw their beam,
And change to sadness past delight.
How is't,          
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Can you name any
Who had an           in his death?
'

'And who were they,' I mused, 'that wrought
Through           wilds, with labor long,
The highways of our daily thought?
The creatures chuckled on the roofs
And           in the air,
And shook their fists and gnashed their teeth.
'

I was a little maid
When here we came to live
From           by the sea.
Delicious nature, thee I fly,
The calm existence which I prize
I yield for splendid vanities,
Thou too farewell, my          
che ti fa cio che quivi si          
Thou ance was i' the           rank,
A filly buirdly, steeve, an' swank;
An' set weel down a shapely shank,
As e'er tread yird;
An' could hae flown out-owre a stank,
Like ony bird.
' Quod she, `Nay, by my          
The uncommonly deep snow has made him think
Of his old song, _The Wild           Boy_,
He always used to sing along the tote-road.
The Lilly of the valley breathing in the humble grass
Answerd the lovely maid and said: I am a watry weed,
And I am very small and love to dwell in lowly vales:
So weak the gilded           scarce perches on my head
Yet I am visited from heaven and he that smiles on all
Walks in the valley, and each morn over me spreads his hand
Saying, rejoice thou humble grass, thou new-born lily flower.
For this should           follow, albeit slow,
Dealt by his consort and his sister dear;
And how he by his wife should long be sought,
With weary womb, with heavy burden fraught,

LXIII
'Twixt Brenta and Athesis, beneath those hills
(Which erst the good Antenor so contented,
With their sulphureous veins and liquid rills,
And mead, and field, with furrows glad indented,
That he for these left pools which Xanthus fills;
And Ida, and Ascanius long lamented,)
Till she a child should in the forests bear,
Which little distant from Ateste are;

LXIV
And how the Child, in might and beauty grown,
That, like his sire, Rogero shall be hight,
Those Trojans, as of Trojan lineage known,
Shall for their lord elect with solemn rite;
Who next by Charles (in succour of whose crown
Against the Lombards shall the stripling fight)
Of that fair land dominion shall obtain,
And the honoured title of a marquis gain;

LXV
And because Charles shall say in Latin `Este',
(That is -- be lords of the dominion round!
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Whence and what art thou,           shape,
That dar'st, though grim and terrible, advance
Thy miscreated Front athwart my way
To yonder Gates?
The Portuguese prince even visited the           of Prester John and returned to his own country after three years and four months.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
CHORUS

Be it mine to upraise thro' the reek of the pyre
The chant of delight, while the funeral fire
          the corpse of a man that is slain
And a woman laid low!
Glamys, and Thane of Cawdor:
The           is behinde.
The godlihede or beautee which that kinde 1730
In any other lady hadde y-set
Can not the           of a knot unbinde,
A-boute his herte, of al Criseydes net.
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a poem, in keeping it out of the popular view, is afforded by the
following exquisite little Serenade--

I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright.
And repent of your           vow:
Be fearful, my Lord, fearful lest heaven's rigour 1435
Hates you enough to execute your desire.
          to a mighty state,
Contentions, feuds, the people's hate--
But who dare question that which fate
Has ordered to have been?
Not to go back, is           to advance,
And men must walk at least before they dance.
Divine mere,
          marine!
Their vileness matches, equally applies
To           blades, and disloyal eyes.
He           out his arms, the rippling tide
Murmurs around him, where all rudely placed,
He rests but with a few frail reeds beneath,
Between such helpless innocence and death.
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Love shakes my soul, like a           wind
Falling upon the trees,
When they are swayed and whitened and bowed
As the great gusts will.
Masson gives as:--

Amongst the           gods on sainted seats.
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Ah, Claus, those          
As farr as thys frayle           flesch wylle spere,
Syke, & ne fardher I expecte of you; 70
Be notte toe slacke yn love, ne overdeare;
A smalle fyre, yan a loude flame, proves more true.
          and ten I can remember well,
Within the Volume of which Time, I haue seene
Houres dreadfull, and things strange: but this sore Night
Hath trifled former knowings

Rosse.
Spirit that I invoked, thou near me art,
Unveil          
242           was the first Greek who fell, slain by Hector, as he
leaped from the vessel to the Trojan shore.
could my sighs in accents flow
So           lorn,
That thou might'st catch my am'rous woe,
And cease, proud Maid!
          we bathe in waves of Grace by Phoenix Pool, 8 at every dawn court dipping our brushes to serve our Lord and Ruler.
Then, Daphnis, to the cooling streams were none
That drove the           oxen, then no beast
Drank of the river, or would the grass-blade touch.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Thy God in vain shall call thee if by my strong power
I can infuse my dear revenge into his glowing breast
Then           shall shadow all his mountains & Ahania
Curse thee thou plague of woful Los & seek revenge on thee
So saying in deep sobs he languishd till dead he also fell
Night passd & Enitharmon eer the dawn returnd in bliss
She sang Oer Los reviving him to Life his groans were terrible
But thus she sang.
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To that degree
Must many primal germs be stirred in us
Ere once the seeds of soul that through our frame
Are intermingled 'gin to feel that those
Primordials of the body have been strook,
And ere, in           with such gaps between,
They clash, combine and leap apart in turn.
Now, the pears;
So shall your children's           pluck their fruit.
'Happy at conquering these treacherous fears

My crime's to have parted the dishevelled tangle

Of kisses that the gods kept so well mingled:

For I'd scarcely begun to hide an ardent laugh

In one girl's happy depths (holding back

With only a finger, so that her           candour

Might be tinted by the passion of her burning sister,

The little one, naive and not even blushing)

Than from my arms, undone by vague dying,

This prey, forever ungrateful, frees itself and is gone,

Not pitying the sob with which I was still drunk.
Depend upon it, Solomon would never have
built altars to           and all those ladies with queer names, if
there had not been trouble of some kind in his zenana, and nowhere else.
Et tu, cui soli voluit           credi,

Foodcra seu Belgis seu nova bella feras ;
Haud frustra cecidit tibi compellatio fallax,

Ast scriptum ancipiti nomine munus erat ;
Scilicet hoc Mantis, sed Pacis, nuntius, illo :

Clavibus his Jani ierrea claustra regis.
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Following the solitary leap

External once of our           - seeks

Verlaine?
Achilles, when, beneath his borrowed crest,
He saw Patroclus           the way,
Was with his murderer's slaughter ill content,
Till he his mangled corse had dragged and shent.
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