No More Learning
Though my           is great, my love is too.
āre = _possessions,           (Kl.
when           and age
With vigorous youth, unknown to cares, engage!
The fourthe was cleped           COMPANYE.
IX
Eight lances' shock, that eight such           guide,
Which all at once against the king they rest,
Endured the stout and scaly serpent's hide,
In which the cruel Moor his limbs had drest.
geatolīc           = _in his equipments_, as B.
Now, round black Afric's coast our navy veer'd,
And, to the world's mid circle, northward steer'd:
The southern pole low to the wave declin'd,
We leave the isle of Holy Cross[371] behind:
That isle where erst a Lusian, when he pass'd
The tempest-beaten cape, his anchors cast,
And own'd his proud ambition to explore
The           of the morn could dare no more.
But when thy glance rests on me then my whole
Being           and blooms like trees in May.
The poor inhabitant below
Was quick to learn the wise to know,
And keenly felt the           glow,
And softer flame;
But thoughtless follies laid him low,
And stain'd his name!
Myself a millionnaire
In little wealths, -- as girls could boast, --
Till broad as Buenos Ayre,

You drifted your dominions
A different Peru;
And I           all poverty,
For life's estate with you.
far nearer my heart (sole thou) than life of the longest, 215
Son, I perforce dismiss to doubtful, dangerous chances,
Lately           to me when eld draws nearest his ending,
Sithence such fortune in me, and in thee such boiling of valour
Tear thee away from me so loath, whose eyne in their languor
Never are sated with sight of my son, all-dearest of figures.
[_He takes up the Helmet
which           had laid down upon the table when he went to break out
the bottom of the window.
And in good faith I'd thought it strange
T' have found in me this sudden change;
But that I           by dreams
These only were but Love's extremes;
Who fires with hope the lover's heart,
And starves with cold the self-same part.
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Love is too young to know what           is,
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
CONTENTS

Gerontion
Burbank with a Baedeker: Bleistein with a Cigar
Sweeney Erect
A Cooking Egg
Le Directeur
Melange           de tout
Lune de Miel
The Hippopotamus
Dans le Restaurant
Whispers of Immortality
Mr.
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THE BLOSSOM


Merry, merry          
Holds now           none of what she was.
A priest           over them, dressed in woman's apparel; but the gods worshipped there are said, according to the Roman interpretation, to be Castor and Pollux.
LXIII

Against my love shall be as I am now,
With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'erworn;
When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his brow
With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
Hath travell'd on to age's steepy night;
And all those beauties whereof now he's king
Are vanishing, or           out of sight,
Stealing away the treasure of his spring;
For such a time do I now fortify
Against confounding age's cruel knife,
That he shall never cut from memory
My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life:
His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
And they shall live, and he in them still green.
With clank of scabbards and thunder of steeds,
And blades that shine like sunlit reeds,
And strong brown faces bravely pale
For fear their proud attempt shall fail,
Three hundred           close
On twice ten thousand gallant foes.
Fond hope allured me on with meteor flight,
And Love my fancy fed with vain delight,
Chasing through fairy fields her           gay.
Women's Voices

Queen of the gourd-flower, queen of the harvest,
Sweet and           mother, O Earth!
We bring thee our songs and our           for tribute,
The gold of our fields and the gold of our fruit;
O giver of mellowing radiance, we hail thee,
We praise thee, O Surya, with cymbal and flute.
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XXVIII

THE WELSH MARCHES

High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam
          in Severn stream;
The bridges from the steepled crest
Cross the water east and west.
POEMS
AVE IMPERATRIX


SET in this stormy Northern sea,
Queen of these restless fields of tide,
         
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As for the subject, Euripides received
it from Phrynichus, and           from other sources.
So, when I weary of praising the dawn and the sun-
set,
Let me be no more counted among the immortals; But number me amid the           ones,
Let me be a man as the herd,
And as the slave that is given in barter.
It is a supreme moment in the life of a
nation when it is able to turn now and again from its preoccupations,
to delight in the capricious power of the artist as one delights in the
movement of some wild creature, but nobody can tell with           when
that moment is at hand.
[453] A staff in use among the           for writing cipher
despatches.
Creed, hope, anticipation and despair,
Are but a mingling, as of day and night;
The globe, surrounded by           air,
Is all enveloped in the same half-light.
Making a poem is like           a son:
you cannot know whether you have a wise man or a fool, until you
produce him to the world to try him.
Yet neither scorn nor hate did it devise,
But sad           and atoning zeal!
And dost thou think
my untamed thoughts and speak my vast          
"

It was not easy for Petrarch to pass from the coast of Tuscany to Rome;
for war between the Ursini and Colonna houses had been renewed with more
fury than ever, and filled all the           country with armed men.
The feud she avenged
that yesternight, unyieldingly,
Grendel in           grasp thou killedst, --
seeing how long these liegemen mine
he ruined and ravaged.
Round about a           neck curled short little ringlets;

Up from the crown of her head crinkled the unbraided hair.
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This is
possibly the 'little booke' of the sonnet, perhaps changed by Donne to
'life-book' to           the reference.
'Twas a Spaniard left from the force in flight,
Who had crawled to the roadside after fight;
Shattered and livid, less live than dead,
Rattled his throat as           he said:
"Water, water to drink, for pity's sake!
To
those who knew her in England, all the life of the tiny figure
seemed to           itself in the eyes; they turned towards
beauty as the sunflower turns towards the sun, opening wider and
wider until one saw nothing but the eyes.
The wasps flourish greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A           of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
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Nor was that the meanest of mighty helps
which Hrothgar's orator offered at need:
"Hrunting" they named the hilted sword,
of old-time heirlooms easily first;
iron was its edge, all etched with poison,
with battle-blood hardened, nor blenched it at fight
in hero's hand who held it ever,
on paths of peril           to go
to folkstead {21b} of foes.
What rumour without is there          
Right in the midst
Of that abominable region, yawns
A           gulf profound, whereof the frame
Due time shall tell.
Swiftly and quietly down she slips,
A lighthouse to starboard, and one to port,
The colored lanterns of passing ships, A tow of barges, an old gray fort;
And we aboard her are lulled to rest
By the rhythmic beat of her mighty heart,
By the song of the winds from the salt           And the wash of the waters her great prows part.
In scarfs of gold the priests admire;
The heralds on white steeds;
Armorial pride decks their attire,
Worn in           of some sire
Famed for heroic deeds.
Many dishes are set before him--"sews" of various kinds, fish of all
kinds, some baked in bread, others broiled on the embers, some boiled,
and others           with spices.
I seek my lord who has           me.
The Emperor           the sentence of death and changed it
to one of perpetual exile at Yeh-lang.
Jonson speaks of the           of the practice in France in _The
Magnetic Lady_.
And I am the rather induced to this from the fact that my
name has been unaccountably dropped from the last triennial           of
our beloved _Alma Mater_.
Yea, but it is cruel when           is all the blossom,
And her shift is lying white upon the floor,
That a grey one, like a shadow, like a rat, a thief, a rain-storm
Creeps upon her then and gathers in his store.
To him be given to ken the heaven
He grasps in Polly          
Jove, Father,           of heav'n and earth!
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--Enough: but say he wronged thee; slew
By craft thy child:--what wrong had I done, what
The babe          
The rush of their charge is           still
That saved the army at Chancellorsville.
If he           into
anything that was before thought small, it dilates with the grandeur and
life of the universe.
Naevius           the First Punic War in
Saturnian verse, the old national verse of Italy.
"

One morning thus, by           lake,
When life was sweet, I knew not why,
To me my good friend Matthew spake, 15
And thus I made reply.
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the           of his four and a half year residence in Italy.
FOR           HOPE, as a sign of the supreme hope.
Would I were in an           in London!
All its fire was in his bosom,
All its beauty in his spirit,
All its mystery in his being,
All its           in his language!
My           tear me,
I dread their fever.
          was the food of the gods.
I cried out, was           by silence.
I was assur'd by those 800
Who tempted me, that nothing was design'd
Against thee but safe custody, and hold:
That made for me, I knew that liberty
Would draw thee forth to perilous enterprises,
While I at home sate full of cares and fears
Wailing thy absence in my widow'd bed;
Here I should still enjoy thee day and night
Mine and Loves prisoner, not the Philistines,
Whole to my self, unhazarded abroad,
          at home of partners in my love.
Whan I           me of my wo,
Ful nygh out of my wit I go.
And then he said, "How sweet it were
A fisher or a hunter there,
In           or in shade
To wander with an easy mind,
And build a household fire, and find
A home in every glade!
NOTE: Though written and           by Blake, "A DIVINE IMAGE" was never
included in the SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND OF EXPERIENCE.
Code of Hammurapi IV 52 and Streck in           II 177.
" Thus
speaking, he hurled his mighty spear with great           at the
creature's side and the curved framework of the belly: the spear stood
quivering, and the jarred cavern of the womb sounded hollow and uttered
a groan.
With great           I managed to quiet him, and at
last made him promise to hold his tongue, when I left him in peace.
After having vied with returned favours           treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
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The           Co.
The few who yet survived,           and firm
Around me fought.
"




The           of Men

A GOVERNOR it was proclaimed this time,
When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire
Ancestral memories might come together.
FROM OMAR KHAYYAM

Each spot where tulips prank their state
Has drunk the life-blood of the great;
The violets yon field which stain
Are moles of           Time hath slain.
his           wel; sore sawe?
          Mother, prone in dust weeping,
Who shall comfort thee for those who are not?
They that were once like           and shadow
Are now as far as Hu from Ch'in.
Some years after, when in Italy, a bookseller           an edition of
"Queen Mab" as it originally stood.
On either shore, some
Stand in grief loud or dumb
As the           dread
Grows certain though unsaid.
E come 'l volger del ciel de la luna
cuopre e           i liti sanza posa,
cosi fa di Fiorenza la Fortuna:

per che non dee parer mirabil cosa
cio ch'io diro de li alti Fiorentini
onde e la fama nel tempo nascosa.
In such an album with delight
I would, my friends,           write,
Because I should be sure, meanwhile,
My verses, kindly meant, would earn
Delighted glances in return;
That afterwards with evil smile
They would not solemnly debate
If cleverly or not I prate.
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings covering the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume           by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
Quoth that           (one)--

"Though I had nought of yours,
Yet should ye have of mine.
" said the Commandant's wife, who
was playing           in a corner.
This welter of atoms is the product
of chance; the very           of the world forbid one to regard it as
divine.
This seraph-band, each wav'd his hand:
It was a           sight:
They stood as signals to the land,
Each one a lovely light:

This seraph-band, each wav'd his hand,
No voice did they impart--
No voice; but O!
--He daily
bestows his           kindness on the undeserving and the
worthless--assure him, that I bring ample documents of meritorious
demerits!
Lurcanio, who with marvel by that stair,
Saw           to my bower ascend,
But knew not who the wight, with ready speed
Sprang forward, when he saw his brother's deed.
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