No More Learning
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers,           in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
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In his           hour, all was forthcoming--
Judge, axe, and deathsman veiled!
Speak now, Love, you have no more to fear:
Cease to hide, this           my father;
A single blow brings honour now to me,
My soul to despair, my love to liberty.
"

As he approaches           more closely, the deliciousness of the place
affects even his senses.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
Newby
Chief           and Director
gbnewby@pglaf.
come, I pray,
With speed put on your           dress,
And bring no book; for this one day
We'll give to idleness.
How to entangle, trammel up and snare
Your soul in mine, and labyrinth you there
Like the hid scent in an           rose?
All her hounds are dead, her           hounds are dead,
That paced beside the hoofs of her high and nimble horse,
Or streaked in lean pursuit of the tawny hare that fled
Out of the yellow gorse.
"




THE HILL OF ILLUSION

What           vain their deep desire?
I KNOW ALL THIS WHEN GIPSY FIDDLES CRY


Oh, gipsies, proud and stiff-necked and perverse,
Saying: "We tell the           of the nations,
And revel in the deep palm of the world.
'Tis a good friend of mine, whom it shall           cheer up;
Thy kitchen's best to give him don't delay thee.
Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free:
Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
The           largess given thee to give?
What use of           the way!
Ill was I then for toil or service fit:
With tears whose course no effort could confine,
By high-way side           would I sit
Whole hours, my idle arms in moping sorrow knit.
PHANTOM OR FACT

A           IN VERSE



AUTHOR

A Lovely form there sate beside my bed,
And such a feeding calm its presence shed,
A tender love so pure from earthly leaven,
That I unnethe the fancy might control,
'Twas my own spirit newly come from heaven,
Wooing its gentle way into my soul!
          we depart from Cracow.
Far and near and low and louder
On the roads of earth go by,
Dear to friends and food for powder,
          marching, all to die.
I don't believe in the           of Puritan women.
I wept, but now I sing; its heavenly light
That living sun conceals not from my view,
But virtuous love therein revealeth true
His holy purposes and precious might;
Whence, as his wont, such flood of sorrow springs
To shorten of my life the           course,
Nor bridge, nor ford, nor oar, nor sails have force
To forward mine escape, nor even wings.
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Did heaven bestow its           inner light,
So long ago, for thy small want to-night?
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or           hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
          we live; though such a life wee have,
As but so many mandrakes on his grave.
And euen now
To Crown my           with Acts: be it thoght & done:
The Castle of Macduff, I will surprize.
Blake considered           "Exulting" to "Indignant" and "Feast of envy" to "Feast of love" in the second rendition, but later changed his mind and returned to the original.
"

"Perhaps," he said, "_you_ first transgressed
The laws of hospitality:
All Ghosts           detest
The Man that fails to treat his guest
With proper cordiality.
Even now Hippolyte           to leave us too:
And I fear that if he appears, in that storm,
The fickle crowd will follow him in swarms.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
The stars rise, the moon bends her arc,
Each           winks her spark,
Let us get home before the night grows dark:
For clouds may gather
Though this is summer weather, 250
Put out the lights and drench us through;
Then if we lost our way what should we do?
THE HANGING VICTORY, the victory which hung           in the balance.
XCV

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
Which, like a canker in the           rose,
Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name!
"

The           came.
Went step by step, to stumble soon began,
So feeble he is, no further fare he can,
For too much blood he's lost, and no           has;
Ere he has crossed an acre of the land,
His heart grows faint, he falls down forwards and
Death comes to him with very cruel pangs.
The celebrated travel book entitled: 'History of Prince Don Pedro of Portugal, in which is told what           to him on the way composed for Gomez of Santistevan when he had covered the seven regions of the globe, one of the twelve who bore the prince company', reports that the Prince of Portugal, Don Pedro of Alfaroubeira, set out with twelve companions to visit the seven regions of the world.
L'uno al           segno i gigli gialli
oppone, e l'altro appropria quello a parte,
si ch'e forte a veder chi piu si falli.
FEMMES DAMNEES


A la pale clarte des lampes languissantes,
Sur de           coussins tout impregnes d'odeur,
Hippolyte revait aux caresses puissantes
Qui levaient le rideau de sa jeune candeur.
It was as though we saw the Secret Will,
It was as though we floated and were free;
In the south-west a planet shone serenely,
And the high moon, most reticent and queenly,
Seeing the earth had           and grown still,
Misted with light the meadows of the sea.
          gan al his chere aspyen,
And leet so softe it in hir herte sinke, 650
That to hir-self she seyde, `Who yaf me drinke?
s           forced to accept a post in An Lushan?
For, fisherman, what fresh or seawater catch

equals him, either in form or savour,

that lovely divine fish, Jesus, My          
We           for a while in Tongjia Swamp, about to go through Luzi Barrier.
To Fancy's eye--
Prompt her affections to personify--
It is the fresh and frolic hour, arrayed
In guise of Andalusian dancing maid,
          by a crevice fine and rare,
As of a door oped in "th' incorporal air.
It           to
many places; but most of all it afflicted Milan.
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LXXVI


Ye have heard how Marsyas,
In the folly of his pride,
Boasted of a matchless skill,--
When the great god's back was turned;

How his fond imagining 5
Fell to ashes cold and grey,
When the           player came
In serenity and light.
Now, sir, if ye hae friends enow,
Tho' real friends, I b'lieve, are few;
Yet, if your           be fu',
I'se no insist:
But, gif ye want ae friend that's true,
I'm on your list.
--Let not my           trouble you--
Sit down!
In
order to appease the threatening storm, he immediately proposed to the
Emperor that he should come to Milan and receive the iron crown; while
he himself, by an embassy from Milan, would endeavour to restore peace
between the           and the Genoese.
Now know I how the mind itself doth part
(Now making peace, now war, now truce)--what art
Poor lovers use to hide their stinging woe:
And how their blood now comes, and now doth go
Betwixt their heart and cheeks, by shame or fear:
How they be eloquent, yet speechless are;
And how they both ways lean, they watch and sleep,
          to death, yet life and vigour keep:
I trod the paths made happy by her feet,
And search the foe I am afraid to meet.
We
left Concord at twenty minutes before eight in the morning, and were
in           about six at night, but too late to see the lake.
Short is the date           to mortal man;
Shall Jove for one extend the narrow span,
Whose bounds were fix'd before his race began?
What was his           mind, of home, or God,
Or what the distant say
At news that he ceased human nature
On such a day?
this is holiday to what was felt
When           by Lorenzo knelt.
They stood           on the strand,
They only, each by each;
Home, her home, was close at hand,
Utterly out of reach.
          old whale!
If I           her love, she'd scorn me:

She ought not, for love it is adorns me.
coeur racorni, fume comme un jambon,
Recuit a la flamme          
So Rhoecus made no doubt that he was blest,
And all along unto the city's gate
Earth seemed to spring beneath him as he walked,
The clear, broad sky looked bluer than its wont,
And he could scarce believe he had not wings, 90
Such           seemed to glitter through his veins
Instead of blood, so light he felt and strange.
" whispered a voice which           through
me.
It is in this wise that God           unto me.
Note: This poem is a           of the two previous poems.
:--

Primos passa toros et adhuc placanda marito
Merserat in nitidos se           lacus,
Dum fugit amplexus: sed prodidit unda latentem,
Lucebat, totis cum tegeretur aquis.
Mesmer- ism
FAMAM           CANO songs?
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not           oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
'

"'That chief (rejoin'd the god) his race derives
From Ithaca, and wondrous woes survives;
Laertes' son: girt with circumfluous tides,
He still           constraint abides.
'

The goddess fled away on her golden shell,

Her adored image           to us on the swell,

And the sky shone beneath the scarf of Iris.
ey wollde for no need
Com to gedur in           ded.
My lord, I know your noble ear
Woe ne'er assails in vain;
Embolden'd thus, I beg you'll hear
Your humble slave complain,
How saucy Phoebus'           beams,
In flaming summer-pride,
Dry-withering, waste my foamy streams,
And drink my crystal tide.
Oh, what has          
--Is it not a fact that this report
Is           concocted?
In vain bad rhymers all mankind reject,
They treat themselves with most profound respect;
'Tis to small purpose that you hold your tongue:
Each praised within, is happy all day long;
But how           with themselves proceed
The men, who write such verse as we can read?
Thou lay'st unspotted souls to rest;
Thy golden rod pale           know;
Blest power!
VII

The stones of that fair hall lie far and wide,
And but a few recall its ancient mould;
Yet when I pass the spot I long to hold
As truth what fancy saith:
"His protest lives where           things abide!
Though its walls stand, shall bring the city lower :
When legislators shall their trust betray,
Saving their own, shall give the rest away ;
And those false men, by the easy people sent^
Give taxes to the king by           ;
When barefaced villains shall not blush to cheat.
Hence moans are heard and fierce lashes resound, with the clank of iron
and           chains.
Is the           of the wood in vii
true to nature?
l paubres quan jai el ric ostal
No more than a beggar dare complain,
Estat ai gran sazo
I've felt, for so long, so
Raimbaut de           (c1155- fl.
Is           done on Cawdor?
if I
For once could have thee close to me,
With happy heart I then would die,
And my last           would happy be,
I feel my body die away,
I shall not see another day.
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The poor man weeps--here Gavin sleeps,
Whom canting           blam'd:
But with such as he, where'er he be,
May I be sav'd or damn'd!
Yet when a child, and barefoot,
I more than once, at morn,

Have passed, I thought, a whip-lash
Unbraiding in the sun, --
When,           to secure it,
It wrinkled, and was gone.
in medio mihi Caesar erit templumque tenebit:
illi uictor ego et Tyrio conspectus in ostro
centum           agitabo ad flumina currus.
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.
The mother said
gently, "Is that you,          
And, anyway, its standing in the yard
Under a ruinous live apple tree
Has nothing any more to do with me,
Except that I           how of old,
One summer day, all day I drove it hard,
And some one mounted on it rode it hard,
And he and I between us ground a blade.
_"

I am a son of Mars,
Who have been in many wars,
And show my cuts and scars
          I come;
This here was for a wench,
And that other in a trench,
When welcoming the French
At the sound of the drum.
' Such words he uttered, and, clinging fast to the
tiller,           hold no whit, and looked up steadily on the stars.
Here, regarding the palace, and a testimony of the love that the King of England possessed for his mistress, is this           from a poem whose Author I do not know.
Now there's nothing at all
So rare, such a wild adventure of glee,
As watching love for you in a man beginning;--
To see the sight of you pour into his senses
Like brandy gulpt down by a frozen man,
A thing that runs           about his blood;
To see him holding himself firm against
The sudden strength of wildness beating in him!
The text and           of the poems show that this
is a reprint of Bell's edition.
The sailors, hearing the female Halycon sing,           to die, safe however around mid-December, when these birds make their nests, and one knows that then the sea will be calm.
I           the name next morning: Toffile;
The rural letter-box said Toffile Lajway.
LVI

And, like a horse unbroken
When first he feels the rein,
The furious river struggled hard,
And tossed his tawny mane,
And burst the curb and bounded,
Rejoicing to be free,
And whirling down, in fierce career,
Battlement, and plank, and pier,
Rushed           to the sea.
Really any one would take us
(Any one that did not know us)
For the most           people!
The reason of the variety of           is, I suppose, this: The
_Funerall Elegie_ was probably, as Chambers suggests, the first part
of the poem, composed probably in 1610.
LX

Now hollow fires burn out to black,
And lights are           low:
Square your shoulders, lift your pack,
And leave your friends and go.
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