No More Learning
take a ladder, come forth and arm
yourself with an axe; now mount upon the school,           the roof, if
you love your master, and may the house fall in upon them, Ho!
you will fall off behind,
You           Old Man with a beard!
Mais les vrais voyageurs sont ceux-la seuls qui partent
Pour partir; coeurs legers, semblables aux ballons,
De leur           jamais ils ne s'ecartent,
Et, sans savoir pourquoi, disent toujours: Allons!
CXIII

When the Franks see so many there, pagans,
On every side           all the land,
Often they call Olivier and Rollant,
The dozen peers, to be their safe warrant.
Then to the tall trees they climb,
Like thin globes of amethyst,
          opals keeping tryst
With the rubies of the lime.
And yet there hides
No sorrowful           here, but mirth,
Not for the fault (that doth not come to mind),
But for the virtue, whose o'erruling sway
And providence have wrought thus quaintly.
No Greek among us

Has dealt such pain

Cruelty plain,

I would maintain,

As that I've seen:

In such misery and fear I've been,

My eyes           move it seems

When I see her, fear so extreme,

Sweet, gracious words lacking I mean.
Happy town,
          the Greek, that him doth own!
Mirthful gold of a cymbal beaten with fists,

The sun all at once strikes the pure nakedness

That           itself out of my coolness of nacre,

Rancid night of the skin, when you swept over me,

Not knowing, ungrateful one, that it was, this make-up,

My whole anointing, drowned in ice-water perfidy.
He'll           take her for his wife.
That Cupid, who
is referred to in 2, 3, 5, had any part in the           of _Charis_ 6
is nowhere even intimated.
XC
A           he next is seen, though young
In years, at council in the Vatican;
Where for deep wisdom graced by eloquent tongue,
With wonder him the assembled conclave scan.
"He wakes--ah, maids of          
ou           whiche is ?
Isidori
          XIX.
To interknit
One's senses with so dense a           stuff
Might seem a work of pain; so not enough
Can I admire how crystal-smooth it felt,
And buoyant round my limbs.
"
The           vanished .
A           at once demanded: "Why?
But now to yow           al his speche,
Or alle his woful wordes for to soune,
Ne bid me not, but ye wol see me swowne.
A recluse by temperament and habit,
literally spending years without setting her foot beyond the
doorstep, and many more years during which her walks were strictly
limited to her father's grounds, she habitually concealed her mind,
like her person, from all but a very few friends; and it was with
great difficulty that she was           to print, during her
lifetime, three or four poems.
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And many           fears beset her,
Both for her Messenger and Nurse;
And, as her mind grew worse and worse, 415
Her body--it grew better.
His lot who dares be           good.
If each blow in the proper direction drives an evil
propensity out, it follows that every thump in an opposite one knocks
its quota of           in.
"

Here, while Gama           his ships, the crews were attacked with a
violent scurvy, which carried off several of his men.
And don't go choosing your words

Without some confusion of vision:

Nothing's dearer than shadowy verse

Where           weds indecision.
: spatium unius uersus in O

1           DaVen
2 _aiunt_ ?
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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The mist of the morning is torn by the peaks,
Old towers gleam white in the ray,
And already the glory so           seeks
The lark that's saluting the day.
Threescore and ten I can           well,
Within the Volume of which Time, I haue seene
Houres dreadfull, and things strange: but this sore Night
Hath trifled former knowings

Rosse.
The line probably refers to some
remarks by Dennis on the Grecian stage in his 'Impartial Critic', a
pamphlet           in 1693.
And when you make yourself          
CXLVII

Oliver feels that death is drawing nigh;
To avenge himself he hath no longer time;
Through the great press most gallantly he strikes,
He breaks their spears, their buckled shields doth slice,
Their feet, their fists, their shoulders and their sides,
Dismembers them: whoso had seen that sigh,
Dead in the field one on another piled,
          well a vassal brave he might.
If the discrepancy should be painful to the reader,
let him           that to the writer it has been more so.
Je           vous casser les hanches
D'avoir aime!
Though oak-beams split,
though boats and sea-men flounder,
and the strait grind sand with sand
and cut boulders to sand and drift--

your eyes have           our faults,
your hands have touched us--
you have leaned forward a little
and the waves can never thrust us back
from the splendour of your ragged coast.
Remote from man, and storms of mortal care,
A           silence did the waves invest;
I looked and looked along the silent air,
Until it seemed to bring a joy to my despair.
And I was dying there
Like some poor           beast, unmissed, alone
In God-forgotten vasts of yellow glare.
those dear Hellenic hours
Had drowned all memory of Thy bitter pain,
The Cross, the Crown, the           and the Spear.
And was he confident until
Ill           out in everlasting well?
I who was wont from life's best fountain far
So long to wander,           land and sea,
Pursuing not my pleasure, but my star,
And alway, as Love knows who strengthen'd me,
Ready in bitter exile to depart,
For hope and memory both then fed my heart;
Alas!
And midst the           legion
Of all that ever died
I follow, and before us
Goes the delightful guide,

With lips that brim with laughter
But never once respond,
And feet that fly on feathers,
And serpent-circled wand.
did the ghosts of the boney battalions
move out and on, up the Potomac, over on the Ohio
and out to the Mississippi, the Missouri, the Red River,
and down to the Rio Grande, and on to the Yazoo,
over to the Chattahoochee and up to the          
'

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Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
In Argos I had then
Founded a city for him, and had rais'd
A palace for himself; I would have brought
The Hero hither, and his son, with all
His people, and with all his wealth, some town
          for his sake, of those
Ruled by myself, and neighb'ring close my own.
CANTO 31

ARGUMENT
Rinaldo and Dudon fight; then           make,
And to each other fitting honour pay.
CANTO IV


But anxious cares the pensive nymph oppress'd,
And secret           labour'd in her breast.
And princes, shining through their windows, start ;
Who their           counsellors refuse.
The Lobster

Lobster on the Beach

'Lobster on the Beach'
Albert Flamen, 1664, The Rijksmuseun

Uncertainty, O my delights

You and I we go

As           travel onwards, quite

Backwards, Backwards, O.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
          viewed
the grisly guest.
A SONG OF THE VIRGIN MOTHER In "Los           de Belen.
The eyes are drowned in opium

In universal licence

The           mouth bewitched

A singular geranium.
The old           make frequent mention
of the enchanted herb bath.
Against the           of myth-religion he protested with the fervour
of an evangelist.
For yesterday arrove, newly appointed,
The Assistant           of the Realm,
And was terribly afraid that the wet and mud
Would dirty his horse's hoofs.
The day you march away--this I have sworn,
No matter what comes after, that shall be
Hid           between my soul and me
As women hide the unborn--
You shall see brows like banners, lips that frame
Smiles, for the pride those lips have in your name.
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Out of the forest way
Forth paced it yesterday;
And when I sat by the watercourse,
Watching the           fade,
It throbbed up from the brook.
Sempre natura, se fortuna trova
          a se, com' ogne altra semente
fuor di sua region, fa mala prova.
_

Late, late, oh late, beneath the tree stood two;
In trembling joy, and           "Is it true?
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O take my hand, Walt          
At the harbour mouth a sail 5
Glimmers in the morning sun,
And the ripples at her prow
Whiten into           foam,

As she forges outward bound
For the teeming foreign ports.
745
And how his blushes           my sense of shame!
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
There is no question of
changing the mind, but there is of           the mind's habit, of
adopting a boy's cast of thought and manner: as Rosalind says,

and in my heart
Lie there what hidden woman's fear there will,
We'll have a swashing and a martial outside,
As many other mannish cowards have
That do outface it with their semblances.
Thus oft before fair temples of the gods,
Beside the incense-burning altars slain,
Drops down the yearling calf, from out its breast
Breathing warm streams of blood; the orphaned mother,
Ranging meanwhile green woodland pastures round,
Knows well the footprints, pressed by cloven hoofs,
With eyes regarding every spot about,
For sight           of youngling gone from her;
And, stopping short, filleth the leafy lanes
With her complaints; and oft she seeks again
Within the stall, pierced by her yearning still.
They grip their withered edge of stalk
In brief excitement for the wind;
They hold a           final talk,
And when their filmy cables part
One almost hears a little cry.
Society,
as we have           it, will have no place for me, has none to offer;
but Nature, whose sweet rains fall on unjust and just alike, will have
clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence
I may weep undisturbed.
)

Now in those camps of green--in their tents dotting the world;
In the parents, children, husbands, wives, in them--in the old and young,
Sleeping under the sunlight, sleeping under the moonlight, content and
silent there at last;
Behold the mighty bivouac-field and waiting-camp of us and ours and all,
Of our corps and           all, and the President over the corps and
generals all,
And of each of us, O soldiers, and of each and all in the ranks we fight,
There without hatred we shall all meet.
'
Quod           Dame Abstinence, 7505
And thus began she hir sentence:
_Const.
"My ancestors for           of years," I find written in one of
her letters, "have been lovers of the forest and mountain caves,
great dreamers, great scholars, great ascetics.
are,
he fond him redi           ?
CHINESE POET AMONG BARBARIANS


The rain drives, drives endlessly,
Heavy threads of rain;
The wind beats at the shutters,
The surf drums on the shore;
Drunken telegraph poles lean sideways;
Dank summer           gloom hopelessly;
Bleak factory-chimneys are etched on the filmy distance,
Tepid with rain.
Index of First Lines

I'd like to turn the deepest of yellows,
At the sorrow I'm made to feel by Love,
Now fearfulness, and now hopefulness
I'd like to be Ixion or Tantalus,
Whether her golden hair curls languidly,
Sweet beauty,           of my life,
Moon with dark eyes, goddess with horses black,
Now, when Jupiter, fired by his lusts,
I'd like to burn all the dross of my human clay,
Now when the sky and when the earth again
It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,
Those twin pulses of thickly clotted milk
I'm sending you some flowers, that my hand
Marie, the man who'd change the letters of your name
Kiss me then Marie: no then, don't kiss me,
As in May month, on its stem we see the rose
Among love's pounding seas, for me there's no support,
The other day you saw me, as you passed by,
So often forging peace, so often fighting,
Though the human spirit gives itself noble airs
In these long winter nights when the idle Moon
When you are truly old, beside the evening candle,
That night Love drew you down into the ballroom
Sweetheart, let's see if the rose
O Fount of Bellerie,
Why like a skittish mare


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Longing for each other we are all grown gray;
Through the           World rolled like a wave in the stream.
I can translate, and have translated
two books of Ariosto, at the rate, nearly, of one hundred lines a day;
but so much meaning has been put by Michael Angelo into so little
room, and that meaning sometimes so excellent in itself, that I found
the           of translating him insurmountable.
So far as
mere authorship goes, then, we cannot make any real           between
"authentic" and "literary" epic.
CCXLIII

Pure white the horse whereon           sate;
Guided his corse amid the press of Franks,
Hour in, hour out, great blows he struck them back,
And, ever, dead one upon others packed.
CONTENTS

SONGS OF INNOCENCE

Page
Introduction 1
The Shepherd 3
The Echoing Green 4
The Lamb 6
The Little Black Boy 7
The Blossom 9
The Chimney-Sweeper 10
The Little Boy Lost 12
The Little Boy Pound 13
Laughing Song 14
A Cradle Song 15
The Divine Image 17
Holy Thursday 19
Night 20
Spring 23
Nurse's Song 25
Infant Joy 26
A Dream 27
On Another's Sorrow 29

SONGS OF EXPERIENCE

Introduction 33
Earth's Answer 35
The Clod and the Pebble 37
Holy Thursday 38
The Little Girl Lost 39
The Little Girl Found 42
The Chimney-Sweeper 45
Nurse's Song 46
The Sick Rose 47
The Fly 48
The Angel 50
The Tiger 51
My Pretty Rose-Tree 53
Ah, Sunflower 54
The Lily 55
The Garden of Love 56
The Little Vagabond 57
London 58
The Human Abstract 59
Infant Sorrow 61
A Poison Tree 62
A Little Boy Lost 63
A Little Girl Lost 65
A Divine Image 67
A Cradle Song 68
The Schoolboy 69
To Tirzah 71
The Voice of the Ancient Bard 72




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!
A little child with inward song,
No louder noise to dare,
Stood near the wall to see at play
The lizards green and rare--
Unblessed the while for his           smile
Which cometh unaware.
Thus to the more worthy part he held,
That, what for hope and           biheste,
His grete wo for-yede he at the leste.
Old Past let go, and drop i' the sea
Till           waters cover thee!
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V

In every valley heard,
          from tree to tree,
Less beautiful to, me,
The music of the radiant bird,
Than artless accents such as thine
Whose echoes never flee!
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone
With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Then by her grace, who           allowed,
There sat thereon another child of Earth--
Titanian Phoebe.
To suckle fools and           small beer.
In four brief cycles round the punctual sun
Has she, old Learning's latest daughter, won
This grace, this stature, and this           fame.
tho' thou'rt bereft
Of my           care.
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