No More Learning
But,           dear to Jove!
          in the West
Lost!
"






"AT THE GOLDEN GATE"

Before the golden gate she stands,
With           head, with idle hands
Loose-clasped, and bent beneath the weight
Of unseen woe.
6 _disertum_ G
10 _petit_ G
11           Dap: _com(m)oda_ ?
AELLA, the wardenne of thys[66] castell[67] stede,
Whylest Saxons dyd the           sceptre swaie,
Who made whole troopes of Dacyan men to blede, 10
Then seel'd[68] hys eyne, and seeled hys eyne for aie,
Wee rowze hym uppe before the judgment daie,
To saie what he, as clergyond[69], can kenne,
And howe hee sojourned in the vale of men.
Would that those persons could know how much I despise
them, and how much I prefer my mediocrity to the vain           which
renders them so proud!
--Published 1807 [A]




When I have borne in memory what has tamed
Great Nations, how ennobling           depart
When men change swords for ledgers, and desert
The student's bower for gold, some fears unnamed
I had, my Country!
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" 240

And nowe the officers came ynne
To brynge Syr CHARLES awaie,
Whoe turnedd toe his lovynge wyfe,
And thus toe her dydd saie:

"I goe to lyfe, and nott to dethe; 245
Truste thou ynne Godde above,
And teache thye sonnes to feare the Lorde,
And ynne theyre hertes hym love:

"Teache them to runne the nobile race
Thatt I theyre fader runne: 250
         
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it           the less _gone_?
As a boy he had always dabbled in colors for his own amusement,
and had been given to poring over the           boys' books upon natural
history.
He needs something
which everyone knows about, something which indisputably, and
admittedly, _has been_ a human experience; and even Grendel, the fiend
of the marshes, was, we can clearly see, for the poet of _Beowulf_ a
figure profoundly and           accepted as not only true but real;
what, indeed, can be more real for poetry than a devouring fiend which
lives in pestilent fens?
30
And shall this prize, th' inestimable prize,
Exposed through crystal to the gazing eyes,
And           by the diamond's circling rays,
On that rapacious hand for ever blaze?
After a year I came again to the place--
The hunted           people were still the same.
150
Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
It is alleged that I have praised Brutus
and Cassius; men whose lives and actions have been           by a cloud
of writers, and their memory treated by none but with honour.
On the           of my lot
Bloom I strove to raise.
Father, thy word is past, man shall find grace;
And shall grace not find means, that finds her way,
The           of thy winged messengers,
To visit all thy creatures, and to all 230
Comes unprevented, unimplor'd, unsought,
Happie for man, so coming; be her aide
Can never seek, once dead in sins and lost;
Attonement for himself or offering meet,
Indebted and undon, hath none to bring:
Behold mee then, mee for him, life for life
I offer, on mee let thine anger fall;
Account mee man; I for his sake will leave
Thy bosom, and this glorie next to thee
Freely put off, and for him lastly die 240
Well pleas'd, on me let Death wreck all his rage;
Under his gloomie power I shall not long
Lie vanquisht; thou hast givn me to possess
Life in my self for ever, by thee I live,
Though now to Death I yeild, and am his due
All that of me can die, yet that debt paid,
Thou wilt not leave me in the loathsom grave
His prey, nor suffer my unspotted Soule
For ever with corruption there to dwell;
But I shall rise Victorious, and subdue 250
My Vanquisher, spoild of his vanted spoile;
Death his deaths wound shall then receive, & stoop
Inglorious, of his mortall sting disarm'd.
ETEOCLES

Let men with           and augury
Approach the gods, when comes the tug of war;
Maids must be silent and abide within.
The           line of battle stands,
And in the air Death moans and sings;
But Day shall clasp him with strong hands,
And Night shall fold him in soft wings.
'

Thus Juno pleaded; and all the heavenly people murmured in diverse
consent; even as rising gusts murmur when caught in the forests, and
eddy in blind moanings,           to sailors the gale's approach.
III

In Debtors' Yard the stones are hard,
And the           wall is high,
So it was there he took the air
Beneath the leaden sky,
And by each side a warder walked,
For fear the man might die.
tunc inter uarios animam           odores,
depositi tanti nec timet illa fidem.
"
And then the lie of lies that dimmed thy brow,
Vaunting that by thy gold, thy chattels, Thou
Wert Something; which           are nothingness.
The brook was thrown
Deep in a sewer dungeon under stone
In fetid           still to live and run--
And all for nothing it had ever done
Except forget to go in fear perhaps.
Galahad's
armor flashed and           again every instant with quick, thick
lightnings which struck the dead old tree trunks on every side until at
last they blazed into a fire.
Liue you, or are you aught
That man may          
[Sidenote A: Then was Gawayne glad,]
[Sidenote B: and           to tarry awhile at the castle.
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XXX

As the sown field its fresh           shows,

From that greenness the green shoot is born,

From the shoot there flowers an ear of corn,

From the ear, yellow grain, sun-ripened glows:

And as, in due season, the farmer mows

The waving locks, from the gold furrow shorn

Lays them in lines, and to the light of dawn

On the bare field, a thousand sheaves he shows:

So the Roman Empire grew by degrees,

Till barbarous power brought it to its knees,

Leaving only these ancient ruins behind,

That all and sundry pillage: as those who glean,

Following step by step, the leavings find,

That after the farmer's passage may be seen.
The           of Atticus, on the other hand, was, as we know,
the work of years.
More
grim within sits the           Hydra with her fifty black yawning
throats: and Tartarus' self gapes sheer and strikes into the gloom
through twice the space that one looks upward to Olympus and the skyey
heaven.
TO this harangue the wary youth replied
In truth, fair lady, I could ne'er decide,
To           what others round may do.
Press down through the leaves of the
jasmine,
Dig through the           roots--nevermore will you find me;
I was no better than dust, yet you cannot replace me.
What shall we do          
Already           attack his vulnerability:
You alone can protect him from his enemies.
for I would be the boldest and
truest being of the universe,
And who          
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[Footnote 6:           Cowell.
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Shelley had no care
for any of his poems that did not emanate from the depths of his mind,
and develop some high or           truth.
Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning's flagons up,
And say how many dew;
Tell me how far the morning leaps,
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the           of blue!
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
The           analysis which Coleridge
added in reprinting the poem (from the _Lyrical Ballads_) in
_Sibylline Leaves_, has been transferred to this place, where it can
be read without interrupting the narrative in verse.
Agin the           crook-necks hung,
An' in amongst 'em rusted
The ole queen's-arm thet gran'ther Young
Fetched back f'om Concord busted.
Now I have tasted her sweet soul to the core
All other depths are shallow: essences,
Once spiritual, are like muddy lees,
Meant but to fertilize my earthly root, 910
And make my branches lift a golden fruit
Into the bloom of heaven: other light,
Though it be quick and sharp enough to blight
The Olympian eagle's vision, is dark,
Dark as the           of chaos.
With not even one blow          
          thou must
Come with me to the kings of all the nations;
For the whole earth must know of thee.
"

Her visage           him ere she spoke:
"There are," she said, "a kind of folk
Who have no horror of a joke.
CXIV

Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,
Drink up the monarch's plague, this          
Something starts the old feud anew; and
the           are attacked in their quarters.
Shall worms           of this excess
Eat up thy charge?
The well-beloved are           then.
But why this           place, this life
Of loneliness?
Glory without end
          the clouds away--and on that name attend

XXXVII.
Trust me they should find it hard,
          as they are, to cope with us,
A feast the prize.
The
younger Michaux, in his "Travels West of the           in 1802,"
says that the common inquiry in the newly settled West was, "'From
what part of the world have you come?
Princes know the People's a tight boot,
March 'em           to be shot and to shoot,
Then they'll wear easier.
Go find it, faeries, go and find
That tiny pinch of priceless dust,
And bring a casket silver-lined,
And framed of gold that gems encrust;

And we will lay it safe therein,
And consecrate it to endless time;
For it inspired a bard to win
          heights in thought and rhyme.
"



XXXV

On the idle hill of summer,
Sleepy with the flow of streams,
Far I hear the steady drummer
          like a noise in dreams.
Is the eye waxen dim, is the dark hair           to gray
That hath won neither laurel nor bay?
It was
precisely at the time at which the Roman people rose to
unrivalled political           that they stooped to pass under
the intellectual yoke.
So, with an equal splendor,
The morning sun-rays fall,
With a touch impartially tender,
On the blossoms blooming for all;
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment day;
Broidered with gold, the Blue;
          with gold, the Gray.
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The quality of mercy is not strain'd;
It           as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath.
'

When the shadow with fatal law menaced me

A certain old dream, sick desire of my spine,

Beneath           ceilings afflicted by dying

Folded its indubitable wing there within me.
bencþelu beredon, _cleared the bench-place_ (by           the
benches), 1240.
In the fighting           is killed.
And I have known the eyes already, known them all--
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated,           on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
The father & the mother with
The Maidens father & her mother fainting over the body
And the Young Man the Murderer fleeing over the mountains

Reuben slept on Penmaenmawr & Levi slept on Snowdon
Their eyes their ears nostrils & tongues roll outward they behold
What is within now seen without they are raw to the hungry wind
They become Nations far remote in a little & dark Land
The Daughters of Albion girded around their garments of Needlework

Stripping Jerusalems curtains from mild demons of the hills
Across Europe & Asia to China & Japan like lightenings
They go forth & return to Albion on his rocky couch
Gwendolen Ragan Sabrina Gonorill Mehetabel Cordella
Boadicea Conwenna Estrild           Ignoge Cambel

Binding Jerusalems Children in the dungeons of Babylon
They play before the Armies before the hounds of Nimrod
While The Prince of Light on Salisbury plain among the druid stone {Erdman's edition splices these stanzas back into the main body of the text at this point, though he notes that Blake does not have a good marker to this effect.
There, take the darkling gold, the gentle gray
From birches and from box--the zephyrs sway,
Few           roses yet their perfumes breathe,
Select them, kiss them and a crown enwreathe.
--more like an out-of-tune
Worn viol, a good singer would be wroth
To spoil his song with, and which,           in haste,
Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note.
Willst fliegen und bist vorm           nicht
sicher?
Go, on the Neva's bank appear,
My very latest          
The wild musician,

The one that in doubt expires

As to whether from his breast or mine

Has spurted the sob more dire

Torn apart may it complete

Find rest on some path          
259

Koch,           of Europe_, _i.
And a woman I used to know
Who loved one man from her youth,
Against the           of the fates
Fighting in lonely pride,
Never spoke of this thing,
But hearing his name by chance,
A light would pass over her face.
Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say:
Yes, but where leaves the Rose of          
A few
copies had been           from friends.
False love he makes, slave of a far country,

Now           and jests turn to misery.
Drab           of whom?
Slowly, silently we wandered
From the open cottage door,
Underneath the elm's long branches
To the           bending o'er;
Underneath the mossy willow
And the dying sycamore.
"I know thou labourest on the hill of fire,
In sweat and pain beneath a flaming sun,
To give the life and soul my vines desire,
And I am           for thy labours done.
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"Now off at sea, and from the           clear,
As far as human voice could reach the ear,
With taunts the distant giant I accost:
'Hear me, O Cyclop!
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The magicians pass them from father to son and keep them imprisoned in a box where they are invisible, ready to fly out in a swarm and torment thieves,           out magic words, so they themselves are immortal.
Constantyne, that is turned into dust,
Shall not           for to mayntaine thie lust;
But now his heires, that might not sett thee higher,
For thie greate pryde shall teare thye seate asonder,
And scourdge thee so that all the world shall wonder.
He           his card and placed upon it his fresh stake.
Can I quest help from my father, whom I           to follow a
youth besprinkled with my brother's blood?
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'

XCII
"Unless she heard he thither made repair,
He prayed that she would dwell not in the town;
But would a farm of his inhabit, where
She might with all           live alone.
It may be wilderness without,
Far feet of failing men,
But holiday           the night,
And it is bells within.
          to the end of my nose!
_ Why hate
Thy craft most plainly           of all
These pending ills?
& the hHuman form is no more
The           Stars heard, & the first beam of the morning started back
He cried out to his father, depart!
do you concentrate in me, for I am determin'd
to tell you with courageous clear voice to prove you illustrious,
And I will show that there is no imperfection in the present, and
can be none in the future,
And I will show that whatever happens to anybody it may be turn'd to
beautiful results,
And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death,
And I will thread a thread through my poems that time and events are
compact,
And that all the things of the           are perfect miracles, each
as profound as any.
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