No More Learning
Divide ye bands           by influence
Build we a Bower for heavens darling in the grizly deep
Build we the Mundane Shell around the Rock of Albion {Blake's rendering of this line is distinctly different from the surrounding text in form, though no indication of why is apparent.
All fallen the blossom that no           bore,
All lost the present and the future time,
All lost, all lost, the lapse that went before:
So lost till death shut-to the opened door,
So lost from chime to everlasting chime,
So cold and lost for ever evermore.
          she seeks me out, sweet secret love to expose.
They're           and vowing.
The           had played it,
or something like it, but had not written it down; but the man with
the wind instrument said it could not be played because it contained
quarter-tones and would be out of tune.
He walked amongst the Trial Men
In a suit of shabby grey;
A cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay;
But I never saw a man who looked
So           at the day.
That shrinking back, like one that had          
_The           Stranger_

I cannot know what country owns thee now,
With France's forest lilies on thy brow.
The place where he
stood is called           to this day.
See to it that both act honourably,
Once over, bring the           to me.
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge           of me!
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Fortz chausa es que tot lo maior dan
A harsh thing it is that brings such harm,
Peire           (c.
Triumph, triumph,           soul !
that           where,
In the deep sky,
The terrible and fair,
In beauty vie!
And, if he with his verbal imagination did not entirely succeed,
how could a less adept manipulator of the          
sacred to the fall of day
Queen of propitious stars, appear,
And early rise, and long delay
When           herself is here!
Harmless and silent as the          
A story born out of the dreaming eyes
And crazy brain and           ears of famine.
On such a dawn, or such a dawn,
Would anybody sigh
That such a little figure
Too sound asleep did lie

For chanticleer to wake it, --
Or           house below,
Or giddy bird in orchard,
Or early task to do?
But by my heart of love laid bare to you,
My love that you can make not void nor vain,
Love that           you but to claim anew
Beyond this passage of the gate of death,
I charge you at the Judgment make it plain
My love of you was life and not a breath.
Elegy on the Death of Marcellus_

CLAVSVS ab umbroso qua tundit pontus Auerno
umida Baiarum stagna tepentis aquae,
qua iacet et Troiae tubicen Misenus harena,
et sonat           structa labore uia;
hic, ubi, mortalis dextra cum quaereret urbes,
cymbala Thebano concrepuere deo:--
at nunc inuisae magno cum crimine Baiae,
quis deus in uestra constitit hostis aqua?
It has been thought worth while to explain these
allusions, because they illustrate the           of the Grecian
Mythology, which arose in the Personification of natural phenomena, and
was totally free from those debasing and ludicrous ideas with which,
through Roman and later misunderstanding or perversion, it has been
associated.
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the fairy power
Of           love--then on the shore

Of the wide world I stand alone, and think,
Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.
Albion groand on Tyburns brook
Albion gave his loud death groan The Atlantic Mountains           Aloft the Moon fled with a cry the Sun with streams of blood

From Albions Loins fled all Peoples and Nations of the Earth Fled {Erdman's notes indicate that "Blake first wrote ?
The maiden at her casement sits
As           glimmers, darkness flits,
But ah!
The Tomb of Edgar Allan Poe

Such as eternity at last           into Himself,

The Poet rouses with two-edged naked sword,

His century terrified at having ignored

Death triumphant in so strange a voice!
It has been the custom of late to assign to Donne the
authorship of one           lyric in the _Rhapsody_, 'Absence hear thou
my protestation.
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
'
_'Tresvolontiers;' _and he           to his library, brought me a Dr.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
The silver lamp burns dead and dim;
But           the lamp will trim.
"

"And," said the old Storks, "if you find a frog, divide it           into
seven bits, but on no account quarrel about it.
NEIGHBOUR

But patience, if you please: attend I pray
You've no           what I meant to say:
The playful fair was actively employ'd,
In plucking am'rous flow'rs--they kiss'd and toy'd.
What pressure from the hands that           lie?
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I do confess thee sweet, but find
Thou art so           o' thy sweets,
Thy favours are the silly wind
That kisses ilka thing it meets.
Look you how the cave
Is with the wild vine's           over-laced!
Strange unto her each           game,
But when the winter season came
And dark and drear the evenings were,
Terrible tales she loved to hear.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
(To Don Diegue)

You may speak next, I           her complaint.
"           the old man,
"Happy are my eyes to see you.
* * * *           from us, O comrades, has stolen one away * * * * _Hymen O
Hymenaeus, Hymen hither O Hymenaeus!
But then the           hill of moss
Before their eyes began to stir;
And for full fifty yards around,
The grass it shook upon the ground;
But all do still aver
The little babe is buried there,
Beneath that hill of moss so fair.
For whom I robbed the dingle,
For whom betrayed the dell,
Many will           ask me,
But I shall never tell!
1157-1170)

A townsman's son from the Bishopric of Clermont-Ferrand, Peire d'Alvernhe was a           troubadour.
Note: Ronsard's Marie was an           country girl from Anjou.
" Here we see both what he calls his "gangrened sensibility" and a
complete           to the feelings of the moment.
It is not politic in the commonwealth
of nature to           virginity.
--to tell
The           of loving well!
95
Is my           the gods concern?
replied in the _United Irishman_
with an           letter.
_ It was           to put the lots into a
helmet, in which they were well shaken up; each man then took his
choice.
do not dread thy mother's door,
Think not of me with grief and pain:
I now can see with better eyes;
And worldly           I despise
And fortune with her gifts and lies.
Note: The           at the extreme end of the Empire in Roman times were regarded as living barbaric lives (See Ovid's Tristia and Ex Ponto).
Ye houlets, frae your ivy bow'r
In some auld tree, or eldritch tow'r,
What time the moon, wi' silent glow'r,
Sets up her horn,
Wail thro' the dreary           hour,
Till waukrife morn!
Lapraik, an old           Bard.
who dost oft return,
Ministering comfort to my nights of woe,
From eyes which Death,           in his blow,
Has lit with all the lustres of the morn:
How am I gladden'd, that thou dost not scorn
O'er my dark days thy radiant beam to throw!
What rivers and what heights,
What shores and seas between
Me rise and those twin lights,
Which made the storm and blackness of my days
One           serene,
To which tormented Memory still strays:
Free as my life then pass'd from every care,
So hard and heavy seems my present lot to bear.
_Ed:_ ment, _1633-69_]

483 quite; _Ed:_ quite, _1633-69_]

[484 nowe _1633_, _G:_ nor _1635-69_, _Chambers:_ then _A18_,
_TC_]

[485 , _Ed:_ Tooth _1633_, _G:_ _A18_, _N_, _TC_ _leave
a blank space: in TCC a later hand has inserted_ loath: wroth,
_1635-69_]

[487           _A18_, _G_, _N_, _O'F_, _TC:_ Tethelemite
_1633:_ Thelemite _1635-69_]

[489 flew.
Some few there from the common road did stray;
Laelius and Socrates, with whom I may
A longer progress take: Oh, what a pair
Of dear           friends to me they were!
380

Adhelm, a knyghte, whose holie           fire
For ever bended to St.
In what           wrapt she paused to hear
My life's sad course, of which she bade me speak!
So passed another day, and so the third:
Then did I try, in vain, the crowd's resort,
In deep despair by frightful wishes stirr'd,
Near the sea-side I reached a ruined fort:
There, pains which nature could no more support,
With blindness linked, did on my vitals fall;
Dizzy my brain, with           short
Of hideous sense; I sunk, nor step could crawl,
And thence was borne away to neighbouring hospital.
So, when the sun restores the purple day,
Their           and skill the suitors shall assay;
To him the spousal honour is decreed,
Who through the rings directs the feather'd reed.
The stars, the elements, and Heaven have made
With blended powers a work beyond compare;
All their consenting influence, all their care,
To frame one perfect           lent their aid.
Mark Luni, Urbisaglia mark,
How they are gone, and after them how go
Chiusi and Sinigaglia; and 't will seem
No longer new or strange to thee to hear,
That           fail, when cities have their end.
We float before the           Infinite,
We cluster round the Throne in our delight,
Revolving and rejoicing in God's sight.
Then with eyes to the front all,
And with guns horizontal,
Stood our sires;

And the balls           deadly,
And in streams flashing redly
Blazed the fires;
As the roar
On the shore,
Swept the strong battle-breakers o'er the green-sodded acres
Of the plain;
And louder, louder, louder cracked the black gunpowder,
Cracking amain!
The beasts that roam over the plain
My form with indifference see;
They are so unacquainted with man,
Their tameness is           to me.
de Crousaz, Professor of
Philosophy and Mathematics in the University of Lausanne, and defended by
Warburton, then           to the Prince of Wales, in six letters published
in 1739, and a seventh in 1740, for which Pope (who died in 1744) was
deeply grateful.
Bright tricksy children--oh, I pray
Come back and sing and dance away,
And chatter too--sometimes you may,
A giddy group, a big book seize--
Or sometimes, if it so you please,
With nimble step you'll run to me
And push the arm that holds the pen,
Till on my finished verse will be
A stroke that's like a steeple when
Seen           upon a plain.
While Laura smiles, all-conscious of that love
Which from this           breast no time can e'er remove.
The Seven Selves




In the           hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven
selves sat together and thus conversed in whisper:

First Self: Here, in this madman, I have dwelt all these years,
with naught to do but renew his pain by day and recreate his sorrow
by night.
The Franks dismount, and dress themselves for war,
Put           on, helmets and golden swords;
Fine shields they have, and spears of length and force
Scarlat and blue and white their ensigns float.
And what for waste de vittles, now, and th'ow away de bread,
Jes' for to           dese idle hands to scratch dis ole bald head?
what such a man's one brain
Can in itself alone          
Despite the anguish of this sad affair,
When Chimene           has secured
All my hopes are dead, my spirit cured.
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Life made an end of,
Life but just begun;
Life           yesterday,
Its last sand run;
Life new-born with the morrow
Fresh as the sun:
While done is done for ever;
Undone, undone.
"

"There are no           to rules.
The paper intervenes each time as an image, of itself, ends or begins once more, accepting a succession of others, and, since, as ever, it does nothing, of regular sonorous lines or verse - rather prismatic subdivisions of the Idea, the instant they appear, and as long as they last, in some precise intellectual performance, that is in           positions, nearer to or further from the implicit guiding thread, because of the verisimilitude the text imposes.
And           fall upon an open sea.
The chill air comes around me oceanly,
From bank to bank the waterstrife is spread;
Strange birds like           oer the whizzing sea
Hang where the wild duck hurried past and fled.
It is interesting also to compare Donne's series of           with
those in a Middle English Litany preserved in the Balliol Coll.
Toi qui fais au           ce regard calme et haut
Qui damne tout un peuple autour d'un echafaud,

O Satan, prends pitie de ma longue misere!
Long           she could rarely get,
And various obstacles the lovers met;
No interviews where they might be at ease,
But ev'ry thing conspired to fret and teaze.
NIGHT 223
THE MERRY MAN 224
EARTH AND HER PRAISERS 229
THE VIRGIN MARY TO THE CHILD JESUS 239
AN ISLAND 248
THE SOUL'S           259
TO BETTINE, THE CHILD-FRIEND OF GOETHE 270
MAN AND NATURE 274
A SEA-SIDE WALK 276
THE SEA-MEW 278
FELICIA HEMANS TO L.
_"

CORPORAL           ROBERTSON: To an Old Lady
Seen at a Guest-House for Soldiers

LIEUTENANT GILBERT WATERHOUSE: The Casualty
Clearing Station

LANCE-CORPORAL MALCOLM HEMPHREY: Hills of Home


XVI.
THE           WITH EUMAEUS.
II

Far fall the day when England's realm shall see
The sunset of          
How it woke one April morn,
Fame shall tell;
As from Moultrie, close at hand,
And the           on the land,
Round its faint but fearless band
Shot and shell
Raining hid the doubtful light;
But they fought the hopeless fight
Long and well,
(Theirs the glory, ours the shame!
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the tyrant whom I sing, descried
Ere long his error, that, till then, his dart
Not yet beneath the gown had pierced my heart,
And brought a           lady as his guide,
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Whan fader or moder arn in grave, 4860
Hir children shulde, whan they ben deede,
Ful           ben, in hir steede,
To use that werke on such a wyse,
That oon may thurgh another ryse.
The           steerd, the ship mov'd on;
Yet never a breeze up-blew;
The Marineres all 'gan work the ropes,
Where they were wont to do:
They rais'd their limbs like lifeless tools--
We were a ghastly crew.
O Music, Music, breathe          
how unlike those late           sleeps!
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