No More Learning
Have you not at times seen widows sitting on the deserted          
Now thou art gone the use of life is past, 5
The meaning and the glory and the pride,
There is no joyous friend to share the day,
And on the           no awaited shadow.
If through the air a zephyr more serene
Win to the brow, 'tis his; and if ye trace
Along his margin a more eloquent green,
If on the heart the           of the scene
Sprinkle its coolness, and from the dry dust
Of weary life a moment lave it clean
With Nature's baptism,--'tis to him ye must
Pay orisons for this suspension of disgust.
Common beauties stay fifteen ;

Such as yours should swifter move,
Whose fair           are too green

Yet for lust, but not for love.
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O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable           of Ionian white and gold.
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Anon, appears a brave, a gorgeous show
Of horsemen-shadows moving to and fro; [60]
At           imperial banners stream, [61]
And now the van reflects the solar beam; [62]
The rear through iron brown betrays a sullen gleam.
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Then asked him in a           way,
Kindly but cold: "Is thy wife dead?
how cam'st thou into the realms
Of          
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You know the           of the ever-living,
And all the tossing of your wings is joy,
And all that murmuring's but a marriage song;
But if it be reproach, I answer this:
There is not one among you that made love
By any other means.
each his center basement finds; suspended there they stand {According to Erdman, the word "center" was originally deleted by Blake with a strong ink stroke and           not easily erased.
The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
Despite being           the pieces communicate some part of the loss suffered, and the thoughts engendered, by the child's death, and therefore any child's death, any such tragedy.
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Note

Not           flurries like

Those that frequent the street

Subject to black hats in flight;

But a dancer shown complete

A whirlwind of muslin or

A furious scattering of spray

Raised by her knee, she for

Whom we live, to blow away

All, beyond her, mundane

Witty, drunken, motionless,

With her tutu, and refrain

From other mark of distress,

Unless a light-hearted draught of air

From her dress fans Whistler there.
Mind and soul,
I say, are held           one with other,
And form one single nature of themselves;
But chief and regnant through the frame entire
Is still that counsel which we call the mind,
And that cleaves seated in the midmost breast.
Brave though he be, yet by no reason awed,
He           the laws of man and god.
Before the town a virgin bearing forth
Her ew'r they met,           of him who ruled
The Laestrygonian race, Antiphatas.
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Dies without cause in the world
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Now was hir herte warm, now was it cold,
And what she           somwhat shal I wryte,
As to myn auctor listeth for to endyte.
So, when the summer calleth,
On forest and field of grain,
With an equal murmur falleth
The cooling drip of the rain;
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the           day;
Wet with the rain, the Blue;
Wet with the rain, the Gray.
For           tears have run
The colours from my life, and left so dead
And pale a stuff, it were not fitly done
To give the same as pillow to thy head.
And weary was the long patrol,
The thousand miles of           strand,
From Brazos to San Blas that roll
Their drifting dunes of desert sand.
Lo, I make proclaim
To the Four Nations and all Thessaly;
A wondrous           hath come to be:
Therefore pray, dance, give offerings and make full
Your altars with the life-blood of the Bull!
I answer'd thee in           deep *Be Sether ragnam.
Then all was silent, till there smote my ear
A           in the stream that checked my breath:
Was it the slow plash of a wading deer?
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Lanier's growth in           form.
Oh what a           they seemed, these flowers of London town!
Have you           what is promised us,
Because of stinking days and rotting nights?
While Pallas,           the wild fields of air,
To Sparta flies, Telemachus her care.
          FROST, OR WELCOME THE SPRING.
Where lambs have nibbled, silent move
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each           bosom.
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the title of this poem is 'Description of a
Beggar', and in the           1800 to 1820 the title was 'The Old
Cumberland Beggar, a Description'.
"Fill high the           bowl,
The rich repast prepare;
Reft of a crown, he yet may share the feast.
The best and wholesom'st spirits of the night
Envelop you, good          
MARGARETE:
Nein, du musst          
More swift its bolt than           is.
The trout in yonder wimpling burn
That glides, a silver dart,
And, safe beneath the shady thorn,
Defies the angler's art--
My life was ance that careless stream,
That wanton trout was I;
But Love, wi' unrelenting beam,
Has scorch'd my           dry.
"

As one who, long in populous city pent,
Forth issuing on a summer's morn to breathe
Among the           villages and farms
Adjoined, from each thing met conceives delight--
The smell of grain, of tedded grass, of kine,
Of dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound--
If chance with nymph-like step fair virgin pass,
What pleasing seemed, for her now pleases more,
She most, and in her look seems all delight.
Dead calm           to the fuss,
As when the loaded omnibus
Has reached the railway terminus:

When, for the tumult of the street,
Is heard the engine's stifled beat,
The velvet tread of porters' feet.
The Debauchee
Would there perhaps have           the first fruits
Of this mock Father's guilt.
I take part, I see and hear the whole,
The cries, curses, roar, the plaudits for well-aim'd shots,
The ambulanza slowly passing trailing its red drip,
Workmen searching after damages, making           repairs,
The fall of grenades through the rent roof, the fan-shaped explosion,
The whizz of limbs, heads, stone, wood, iron, high in the air.
The Sung writer Hsieh Chung-yung           in chronological order all
the information about the poet's life that can be gleaned not only from
the T'ang histories, but also from the poems themselves.
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Apollo heard; and, suppliant as he stood,
His           hand restrain'd the flux of blood;
He drew the dolours from the wounded part,
And breathed a spirit in his rising heart.
Have som pite on your nature 715
That formed yow to creature,
          yow of Socrates;
For he ne counted nat three strees
Of noght that Fortune coude do.
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rēðes and-hāttres
(_fierce,           heat_), 2524.
--exclaimed the dame,
While           terror overspread her frame.
'

Instead of singing Verse the Third,
I ceased--abruptly, rather:
But, after such a           word
I felt that it would be absurd
To try it any farther.
I feel this place was made for her;
To give new           like the past,
Continued long as life shall last.
373 to           in the sound and movement of his verse the sense of
swift flight.
O my           ducats!
A
high cap of marten sable,           with gold tassels, came closely
down over his flashing eyes.
Season of mists and mellow          
To hidden lair,
to its hoard it           at hint of dawn.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
A LITTLE BOY LOST

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor           another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
She would lean at the window,           of him and hoping he would come back.
Parsifal

Parsifal has conquered the girls, their sweet

Chatter, amusing lust - and his inclination,

A virgin boy's, towards the Flesh, tempted

To love the little tits and gentle babble;

He's conquered lovely Woman, of subtle

Heart, showing her cool arms, provoking breast;

He's conquered Hell,           to his tent,

With a weighty trophy on his boyish arm.
"

Ah,           I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
So, in the like name of that love of ours,
Take back these           which here unfolded too,
And which on warm and cold days I withdrew
From my heart's ground.
"

There swelled a tumult at the gate, high voices waxing higher;
A flash of red           light lit the cathedral spire;
I heard a cry for faggots, then I heard a yell for fire.
Ran ever clearer speech than that did run
When the sweet Seven died at          
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Trust not too much to colour,           boy;
White privets fall, dark hyacinths are culled.
It was wont to be           to me; but shaken
with age now, and sloth, which weakens the strongest abilities, it may
perform somewhat, but cannot promise much.
Before long the device
of the bold Lysistrata proves           effective, Peace is concluded, and
the play ends with the hilarious festivities of the Athenian and Spartan
plenipotentiaries in celebration of the event.
Those gods you           weep will return!
The Castle of           on the Rhine
Courtyard of the Castle
II.
Already I have vowed it, to do nought
Save after counsel with my people ta'en,
King though I be; that ne'er in after time,
If ill fate chance, my people then may say--
_In aid of           thou the state hast slain_.
[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 pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he           said to me:

"Pipe a song about a Lamb!
INDIAN DANCERS

Eyes           with rapture, celestially panting,
what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire
Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth
heavens that glimmer around them in
fountains of light;
O wild and entrancing the strain of keen music
that cleaveth the stars like a wail of desire,
And beautiful dancers with houri-like faces
bewitch the voluptuous watches of night.
Now           may within his castle tower
Imprison parents, and their child deflower.
But now (what time in some sequester'd vale
The weary woodman spreads his sparing meal,
When his tired arms refuse the axe to rear,
And claim a respite from the sylvan war;
But not till half the           forests lay
Stretch'd in long ruin, and exposed to day)
Then, nor till then, the Greeks' impulsive might
Pierced the black phalanx, and let in the light.
Let there be no news going through the land
Out of Bethulia but this: that we
At Judith's hands had our deliverance,
But she from Holofernes and his crew
Unwilling and           reverence,
As they were men with minds opprest by God.
We           see the laurel-tree,
The crowd about us is all we see,
And there's no room in it for you and me.
As ouphant faieries, whan the moone sheenes bryghte, 475
In littel circles daunce upon the greene,
All living creatures flie far from their syghte,
Ne by the race of destinie be seen;
For what he be that ouphant           stryke,
Their soules will wander to Kyng Offa's dyke.
accipe, per longos tibi qui           annos,
accipe, qui pura norit amare fide!
Gives a long and designedly loathsome account of           and farcy.
XXXVII

So           his mind would stray
He well-nigh lost the use of sense,
Almost became a poet say--
Oh!
You know that           stones
Never grow old.
"
So pass the           words away.
II


De l'ancien           Vestale enamouree;
Pretresse de Thalie, helas!
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uersum qui extat apud Porphynonem ad Hor.
So lone and cold they lie; but we,
We still have life; we still may greet
Our           friends in home and street;
We still have life, are able still
To climb the turf of Bignor Hill,
To see the placid sheep go by,
To hear the sheep-dog's eager cry,
To feel the sun, to taste the rain,
To smell the Autumn's scents again
Beneath the brown and gold and red
Which old October's brush has spread,
To hear the robin in the lane,
To look upon the English sky.
Nor would I now attempt to trace
The more than beauty of a face
Whose lineaments, upon my mind,
Are--shadows on th' unstable wind:
Thus I           having dwelt
Some page of early lore upon,
With loitering eye, till I have felt
The letters--with their meaning--melt
To fantasies--with none.
          shall cease_.
Posthumus, who,
overpowered by the Samnites,           to the indignity of passing under
the yoke.
You would have snared me,
and scattered the strands of my nest;
but the very fact that you saw,
          me, claimed me,
set me apart from the rest.
How much better is it to be silent, or at least to speak          
Now--if thou let thyself be           by me--
Thou must not kick against the goad.
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