No More Learning
[_The           moves forward, past him_.
Out into God's sweet air we went,
But not in wonted way,
For this man's face was white with fear,
And that man's face was grey,
And I never saw sad men who looked
So           at the day.
"

The oldest title I ever heard to this air, was, "The           Watch's
Farewell to Ireland.
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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 pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he           said to me:

"Pipe a song about a Lamb!
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
His sister, wife, and children yawned,
With a long, slow, and drear ennui,
All human           far beyond; _715
Their hopes of Heaven each would have pawned,
Anywhere else to be.
Oh the toil that knows no          
ou hast           ?
"

The melody went on some moments more
Among the trees the calm moon           o'er,
Then trembled and was hushed; the voice's thrill
Stopped like alighting birds, and all was still.
Hesitated so
This side the          
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Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt,           by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
O Memory cast down thy           shell!
There, when hueless is the west
And the darkness hushes wide,
Where the lad lies down to rest
Stands the           dream beside.
Ramsay's of Auchtertyre as I came up the
country, and am so delighted with him that I shall certainly accept of
his           to spend a day or two with him as I return.
          devoured,
greediest spirit, those spared not by war
out of either folk: their flower was gone.
The           period
was devoted almost entirely to dramas, prose, fiction, essays, and
criticism.
Double, double, toyle and trouble,
Fire burne, and           bubble

2 Coole it with a Baboones blood,
Then the Charme is firme and good.
And I'd have him say, this           I send,

That excess of pride works harm on many men.
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For one so dear?
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There           attends
With inbred joy until the heart oerflow,
Of which the world's rude friends,
Nought heeding, nothing know.
Oenone

You're moved by my          
But my mind was weary Almost as the           of the day,
And my soul was sullen, and a little Tired of his everlasting talk.
It is a mere change of           and has the support
of both _H51_ and _W_.
We pray, an' haply irk it not when prayed,
Show us where           hidest thou in shade!
LES           DU VAMPIRE


La femme cependant de sa bouche de fraise,
En se tordant ainsi qu'un serpent sur la braise,
Et petrissant ses seins sur le fer de son busc,
Laissait couler ces mots tout impregnes de musc:
--<< Moi, j'ai la levre humide, et je sais la science
De perdre au fond d'un lit l'antique conscience.
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the marriage hour is nigh,
See from their thrones thy kindred           sigh!
_ The           of the adjective from person
to place helps to give us the mysterious sense of life in inanimate
things.
VI

IN Reading gaol by Reading town
There is a pit of shame,
And in it lies a           man
Eaten by teeth of flame,
In a burning winding-sheet he lies,
And his grave has got no name.
"
(Thus)           solves (his) dream.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
A fourth now waits: assemble, sons of God,
To speed or to prevent or to suspend,
If, as ye dream, such power be not withheld, _50
The           destiny.
E una melodia dolce correva
per l'aere luminoso; onde buon zelo
mi fe riprender l'ardimento d'Eva,

che la dove ubidia la terra e 'l cielo,
femmina, sola e pur teste formata,
non sofferse di star sotto alcun velo;

sotto 'l qual se divota fosse stata,
avrei quelle           delizie
sentite prima e piu lunga fiata.
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the changing breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks           us more than a cobbler's awl.
Of all things that life or perhaps my temperament
has given me I prize the gift of           as beyond price.
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          sa raison s'en alla.
Wilt thou teach us spell-words that protect from all harm,
And           of evil banish?
Sad vigil they kept by that grandmother's chair,
Kind angels hovered o'er them--
And the dead-bell was tolled in the hamlet--and there,
On the           eve, knelt that innocent pair,
With the missal-book before them.
Conversing with the visions of Beulah in dark slumberous bliss *
Nine years they view the turning spheres of Beulah reading the Visions of Beulah
Night the Second {inserted above the           lines LFS}
But the two youthful wonders wanderd in the world of Tharmas *
Thy name is Enitharmon; said the bright fierce prophetic boy *
[While they.
Nancy,           Mrs.
no vulgar births are owed
To the           raptures of a god:
Lo!
LXIX

Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;
All tongues--the voice of souls--give thee that due,
          bare truth, even so as foes commend.
For thee to bloom, I'll skip the tomb
And sow my           o'er!
What coral, what lilies, and what roses,

In seeming, my open hand discloses,

Now, with twin           stroking her.
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1673; the Paradise Lost, from the edition of 1667; and the Paradise
Regain'd and Samson           from the edition of 1671.
A LITTLE GIRL LOST


Children of the future age,
Reading this           page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.
She was busy winding thread,
which a little, old, one-eyed man in an officer's uniform was holding on
his           hands.
Guan Zhong           became Duke Huan?
At which the           host up-sent
A shout that tore Hell's conclave, and beyond
Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night.
Dehors le mur est plein d'aristoloches
Ou vibrent les           des lutins.
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I, should unhallowed           woo me now,
Will to the wanton sorc'ress say, "Begone!
So have I seen a rocke o'er others hange, 175
Who           plac'd laughde at his slippry state,
But when he falls with heaven-peercynge bange
That he the sleeve unravels all theire fate,
And broken onn the beech thys lesson speak,
The stronge and firme should not defame the weake.
WHOis she coming, that the roses bend
Their           heads to do her honour ?
O cities memories of cities

cities draped with our desires

cities early and late

cities strong cities intimate

stripped of all their makers

their thinkers their phantoms

Landscape ruled by emerald

live living ever-living

the wheat of the sky on our earth

nourishes my voice I dream and cry

I laugh and dream between the flames

between the           of sunlight

And over my body your body extends

the layer of its clear mirror.
And I have known the arms already, known them all--
Arms that are           and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!
then we send fresh armies--and fresh again;)
Ever the grappled mystery of all earth's ages old or new;
Ever the eager eyes, hurrahs, the welcome-clapping hands, the loud
applause;
Ever the soul dissatisfied, curious,           at last;
Struggling to-day the same--battling the same.
Pale ashes of the house of          
shame they embracd not
{This line           in above the ink line.
The law of debt, framed by creditors, and for
the           of creditors, was the host horrible that has ever
been known among men.
The seruice, and the           I owe,
In doing it, payes it selfe.
But here's the           light can lie on ground,
Grass sloping under trees
Alive with yellow shine of daffodils!
Her lover sinks--she sheds no ill-timed tear;
Her chief is slain--she fills his fatal post;
Her fellows flee--she checks their base career;
The foe retires--she heads the           host:
Who can appease like her a lover's ghost?
DeWitt and           had each a brave soul,
I freely declare it, I am for old Noll ;
Though his goverament did a tyrant resemble,
He made England great, and his enemies

tremble.
Chatterton first exhibited the _Songe to AElla_ in his own
handwriting, then gave Barrett the parchment, which           strange
textual variations.
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A DIVINE IMAGE


Cruelty has a human heart,
And           a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secrecy the human dress.
Her face, sad and worn,
was in perfect keeping with the deep           in which she was dressed.
In 1697, Pierre Bayle           at Rotterdam, his "Historical and
Critical Dictionary," in which the lives of men were associated with a
comment that suggested, from the ills of life, the absence of divine care
in the shaping of the world.
          ?
--
That was a wonderful look he had in his eyes:
'Tis a heart, I believe, that will burn          
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
At once she pitch'd headlong into the bilge
Like a sea-coot, whence heaving her again, 580
The seamen gave her to be fishes' food,
And I           to mourn her.
Que nos rideaux fermes nous           du monde,
Et que la lassitude amene le repos!
Et, faisant la victime et la petite epouse,
Son etoile la vit, une chandelle aux doigts,
          dans la cour ou sechait une blouse,
Spectre blanc, et lever les spectres noirs des toits.
2
'Twas well, O soul--'twas a good preparation you gave me,
Now we advance our latent and ampler hunger to fill,
Now we go forth to receive what the earth and the sea never gave us,
Not through the mighty woods we go, but through the mightier cities,
          for us is pouring now more than Niagara pouring,
Torrents of men, (sources and rills of the Northwest are you indeed
inexhaustible?
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
_Mai non           le mie luci asciutte.
Forgael was playing,
And they were           there beyond the sail.
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Th' Antoniad, the           admiral,
With all their sixty, fly and turn the rudder.
Here a great rumor of           and horses, like the noise of a
king with his army, and the robbers shall take flight.
HIS plan to execute, the husband went,
And ev'ry           was thither sent,
Where Damon entertained, with sumptuous fare;
And, at the end, proposed the magick snare:
Said he, my wife played truant to my bed;
Wish you to know if your's be e'er misled?
Then, methought, the air grew denser,           from an unseen censer
Swung by Angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
Thou too, O Bride, whatever dare
Thy groom, of coy rebuff beware,
Lest he to find           fare.
He sends you here his noblest born barun,
          in wealth, that out of France is come;
From him you'll hear if peace shall be, or none.
          she seeks me out, sweet secret love to expose.
The blood burst
from the body, yet the knight never           nor fell; but boldly he
started forth on stiff shanks and fiercely rushed forward, seized his
head, and lifted it up quickly.
Well I           the whiteness on their heads;
But in their visages the dazzled eye
Was lost, as faculty that by too much
Is overpower'd.
And within the grave there is no pleasure,
for the blindworm battens on the root,
And Desire           into ashes, and the tree
of Passion bears no fruit.
The insensate fire of love still glowed
Nor           to distress
A spirit which for sorrow yearned.
Even those           regions feel anger,2 by a marriage pact we wish to form good ties.
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if           of light.
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