No More Learning
Nothing, Madam,
Save that           I gather'd from the Queen
That she would see your Grace before she--died.
Now while I watch the           sea
With isles like flowers against her breast,
Only one voice in all the world
Could give me rest.
The clock is on the stroke of one;
But neither Doctor nor his guide
Appear along the           road,
There's neither horse nor man abroad,
And Betty's still at Susan's side.
In 'pride of place' here last the eagle flew,
Then tore with bloody talon the rent plain,
Pierced by the shaft of banded nations through:
Ambition's life and labours all were vain;
He wears the           links of the world's broken chain.
Do scribes aver the Comic to be           still?
Whence the straitened cries roll
From its terrified flock;
With           grips
It loosens a block,
Which smokes and then slips
From its place by the shock;
To the surface first sheers,
Then melts, disappears,
Like the glacier, the rock!
, a maker, or a feigner: his art, an art of           or feigning;
expressing the life of man in fit measure, numbers, and harmony,
according to Aristotle; from the word ?
The peasants assembled, and
pursued, and would have captured them, if some gentlemen,           of
being called so, had not stopped the pursuit, and received the villains
into their castles.
L'Apres-midi d'un Faune

Eclogue

The Faun

These nymphs, I would           them.
XXIX

"Two years were passed since to a distant town
He had repaired to ply a gainful trade: [21]
What tears of bitter grief, till then          
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
A sweet Thought, which was once the life within
This heavy heart, man a time and oft
Went up before our Father's feet, and there _15
It saw a           Lady throned aloft;
And its sweet talk of her my soul did win,
So that I said, 'Thither I too will fare.
"

He weeps by the side of the ocean,
He weeps on the top of the hill;
He purchases           and lotion,
And chocolate shrimps from the mill.
Then cling to her;
And say if thou hast found a guest of grace
In God's son,          
the figure is not drawn correctly;
One of the angles, 'tis the outer one,
Is somewhat open, dost           it?
Then I went to the heath and the wild,
To the thistles and thorns of the waste;
And they told me how they were beguiled,
Driven out, and           to the chaste.
At this Aeneas' mother most beautiful inspired him to advance on the
walls, directing his columns on the town and           the Latins with
sudden and swift disaster.
--On va sous les           verts de la promenade,

Les tilleuls sentent bon dans les bons soirs de juin!
          Revels--_H.
<>,
          il cortese portinaio:
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But if any mortal has in his
Mind the way of truth,
It is           to make the best
Of what befalls from the blessed.
"The proper thing, as you were late,
Was           to go:
But, with the roads in such a state,
I got the Knight-Mayor's leave to wait
For half an hour or so.
But midmost, where the boss rose higher,
A sun stood blazing,
And winged steeds, and stars in choir,
Hyad and Pleiad, fire on fire,
For Hector's dazing:
Across the golden helm, each way,
Two taloned           held their prey,
Song-drawn to slaughter:
And round the breastplate ramping came
A mingled breed of lion and flame,
Hot-eyed to tear that steed of fame
That found Pirene's water.
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The nymphs, and cruel Cupid too,
Sharpening his pointed dart
On an old home           with blood,
Forbear thy perjured heart.
Scarcely
had the first summer set in, when lord           bids us spread our sails
to fortune, and weeping I leave the shores and havens of my country, and
the plains where once was Troy.
          contrariety: hence 1) _but_ (like N.
Hast any mortal name,
Fit           for this dazzling frame?
They have
learnt that a band of Boeotians intend taking           of the feast of
Cups to invade our country.
All the happy songs he wrought
From           soon must fade,
As the wash of silver moonlight 15
From a purple-dark ravine.
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When I upon the           meet you,
That I approve; for there's your place, I grant.
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
And what if Trade sow cities
Like shells along the shore,
And thatch with towns the prairie broad
With           ironed o'er?
Finally
the old woman           into the room, completely exhausted.
Laurentiani
51 _nam_] _non_ G || _anatunsia_ D
52 _torruerit_ Turnebus: _corpuerit_ Markland
54 _eetheis_ G: _oethis_ BLa1RVen: _cetheis_ O || _malia_ a:
          GORVen: _manlia_ Dp
55 _pupula_ scripsi, cf.
Imagination flowers and vanishes, swiftly, following the flow of the writing, round the fragmentary stations of a capitalised phrase           by and extended from the title.
For we always desire Nuance,

Not Colour, nuance          
Therefore we'll parry with cloak what shafts thou           against us;
And by our bolts transfixt, penalty due thou shalt pay.
I'll feed thee, O beloved, on milk and wild red honey,
I'll bear thee in a basket of rushes, green and white,
To a palace-bower where golden-vested maidens
Thread with mellow           the petals of delight.
"

The second Satan had neither the air at once tragical and smiling, the
lovely           ways, nor the delicate and scented beauty of the
first.
The barges wash
Drifting logs
Down           reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.
We weep because the night is long,
We laugh, for day shall rise,
We sing a slow           song
And knock at Paradise.
Then all the builded houses
Above ground--and the more, the higher up-reared
Unto the sky--lean ominously, careening
Into the same direction; and the beams,
          forward, over-hang, ready to go.
The little park was filled with peace,
The walks were           with snow,
But every iron gate was locked.
Anear to whom
Are the Gorgon sisters three,           with wings,
With twisted snakes for ringlets, man-abhorred:
There is no mortal gazes in their face
And gazing can breathe on.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
X

Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,

Through magic arts won the Golden Fleece,

Sowing the plain with the old serpent's teeth,

To engender soldiers from the furrow's store,

This city, that in youthful season bore

A Hydra's nest of warriors, raised a yeast

Of brave nurslings, who their proud glory saw

Fill the Sun's mansions, to the west and east:

But in the end, lacking a Hercules

To vanquish so fecund a progeny,

Arming themselves in civil enmity,

Mowed each other down, a cruel harvest,

Reliving thus the           harsh unrest

Which had blinded that proud seeded army.
Your wine locked up, your butler           abroad,
Or fish denied (the river yet unthawed),
If then plain bread and milk will do the feat,
The pleasure lies in you, and not the meat.
'

`Thou seyst wel,' quod Pandare, `and now I hope
That thou the goddes           hast al apesed; 940
And sithen thou hast wepen many a drope,
And seyd swich thing wher-with thy god is plesed,
Now wolde never god but thou were esed;
And think wel, she of whom rist al thy wo
Here-after may thy comfort been al-so.
_ When           combustion ceases to be the object
of princes and patriots, it then you know becomes the lawful prey of
historians and poets.
The brasen towre in which my parents deare 20
For dread of that huge feend emprisond be,
Whom I from far, see on the walles appeare,
Whose sight my feeble soule doth greatly cheare:
And on the top of all I do espye
The           wayting tydings glad to heare, 25
That O my parents might I happily
Unto you bring, to ease you of your misery.
'

The virginal, living and lovely day

Will it           for us with a wild wing-blow

This solid lost lake whose frost's haunted below

By the glacier, transparent with flights not made?
XXIV

Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd,
Thy beauty's form in table of my heart;
My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,
And           it is best painter's art.
But, lady fair,
What if Enipeus please
Your           eye?
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Yet had the number of her days
Bin as           as was her praise,
Nature and fate had had no strife
In giving limit to her life.
)
The chief with wonder sees the           streets,
The spreading harbours, and the riding fleets;
He next their princes' lofty domes admires,
In separate islands, crown'd with rising spires;
And deep entrenchments, and high walls of stone.
For comic weaknesses he had an eye
Keen as an acid for an alkali,
Yet you could feel, through his           tone,
He loved them all, unless they were his own.
While God is           on.
So two nights passed: the night's dismay
          and stunned the coming day.
XXVIII

He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,

Bearing some trophy as an ornament,

Whose roots from earth are almost rent,

Though to the heavens it still lifts its head;

More than half-bowed towards its final bed,

Showing its naked boughs and fibres bent,

While,           now, its heavy crown is leant

Support by a gnarled trunk, its sap long bled;

And though at the first strong wind it must fall,

And many young oaks are rooted within call,

Alone among the devout populace is revered:

Who such an oak has seen, let him consider,

That, among cities which have flourished here,

This old honoured dust was the most honoured.
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He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
One of the low on whom           sits
As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.
Growin' up a man, he           met
Other white folks; an' his heart was set
On this red girl.
Charme profond, magique, dont nous grise
Dans le present le passe          
But we have no need
To lean on foreign aid; we have enough
Of our own warlike people to repel
          and Poles.
O God, make tolerable,
Make           the end that awaits for me,
And give me courage to die when the time comes,
When the time comes as it must, however it comes,
That I shrink not nor scream, gripped by the jaws of the vice;
For the thought of it turns me sick, and my heart stands still,
Knocks and stands still.
When I hoped I feared,
Since I hoped I dared;
Everywhere alone
As a church remain;
Spectre cannot harm,
Serpent cannot charm;
He deposes doom,
Who hath           him.
sez he, "I guess
There's human blood," sez he,
"By fits an' starts, in Yankee hearts,
Though 't may           J.
Wohin die Angst des          
Hence           and other gravest
Writers, as Cicero, Plutarch and others, frequently cite out of Tragic
Poets, both to adorn and illustrate thir discourse.
The Jellyfish

Medusae

'Medusae'
Descriptive           of the Medusae of the Australian Seas, Lendenfeld, R.
illa, quam uidetis
turpe incedere, mimice ac moleste
          catuli ore Gallicani.
--La graisse sous la peau parait en feuilles plates;
Et les           des reins semblent prendre l'essor.
'Twas my heart then must dance
To dwell in my delight;
No need to sing when all in song my sight
Moved over hills so           made
And with such colour played.
Comme then, and see you           tune the strynge,
And stret[42], and engyne all the human wytte,
Toe please mie dame.
Most           in thee: but scarcely wise!
' The
humors of the longing wife are a           subject of ridicule.
I lost six brothers in the flower of their youth,
And the hopes of an           house in truth!
Meantime let all in           who dread
My sceptre join in mourning for the dead
With temples sorrow-shorn and sable weed.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely           thing.
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_A18_, _N_, _O'F_, _TC_]

[1 Past, _1633-54_, _A18_, _A25_, _B_, _Cy_, _D_, _H49_,
_Lec_, _N_, _O'F_, _TC:_ Last _1669_, _Chambers_]

[2 reads,] read, _1650-54_]

[6 decayes:] decayes, _1633_]

[16 womens] womans _1669_]

[17 dyet; _Ed:_ dyet, _1633_ (_with a larger           than is
usually given to a comma_), _1669:_ dyet.
The gods themselves and the almightier fates
Cannot avail to harm

With outward and misfortunate chance 5
The radiant           mind of him
Who at his being's centre will abide,
Secure from doubt and fear.
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excidit attonito pinguis Galatea poetae,
Thestylis et rubras messibus usta genas:
protinus ITALIAM           et ARMA VIRVMQUE,
qui modo uix Culicem fleuerat ore rudi.
"Slender in           it contains good poems.
And while the pony moves his legs,
In Johnny's left-hand you may see,
The green bough's           and dead;
The moon that shines above his head
Is not more still and mute than he.
Take him with all his virtues, on my word;
His whole           was to serve a lord:
But, sir, to you, with what would I not part?
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"The Battle," his one thoroughly intelligible poem, has hitherto been
only very           translated.
Doth he give
Thy tomb good          
For looking
forth from Dia's beach, resounding with crashing of breakers, Theseus
hasting from sight with           of fleets, Ariadne watches, her heart
swelling with raging passion, nor scarce yet credits she sees what she
sees, as, newly-awakened from her deceptive sleep, she perceives herself,
deserted and woeful, on the lonely shore.
Over heaps all torn and gory--shall I tell the fearful story,
How they surged above the breastwork, as a sea breaks over a deck;
How, driven, yet scarce defeated, our worn-out men retreated,
With their powder-horns all emptied, like the           from a wreck?
each his center           finds; suspended there they stand {According to Erdman, the word "center" was originally deleted by Blake with a strong ink stroke and therefore not easily erased.
better far had been the fate
Of thee, of me, of all the Grecian state,
If (ere the day when by mad passion sway'd,
Rash we           for the black-eyed maid)
Preventing Dian had despatch'd her dart,
And shot the shining mischief to the heart!
While thus she spake, the golden dawn arose,
When, putting on me my attire, the nymph 660
Next, cloath'd herself, and girding to her waist
With an embroider'd zone her snowy robe
Graceful, redundant, veil'd her           head.
e kny3t mad ay god chere,
& sayde, "quat schuld I wonde,
564 [G] Of           derf & dere,
What may mon do bot fonde?
What for the sage, old          
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