No More Learning
Accurs'd the           of so foul a fiend!
the world's          
--With downcast looks the joyless victor sate,
          in his alter'd soul
The various turns of Chance below;
And now and then a sigh he stole;
And tears began to flow.
les           les plus forts
Ne valent pas ta paresse,
Et tu connais la caresse
Qui fait revivre les morts!
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Then upon the march we fittest die, soon and sure the gap is filled,
         
Towers of fables           fashion'd from mortal dreams!
O an intense life, full to           and varied!
I was not: yet I saw the will of God
As light unfashion'd, unendurable flame,
Interminable, not to be supposed;
And there was no more           except light,--
The dreadful burning of the lonely God's
Unutter'd joy.
The whole earth seemed as it           to me,
A message spoken out in green and blue
Specially to my heart; and it would say
That some time, out of the human multitude
A face would look into my soul, and sign
All my nature, easily as it were wax,
With its dear image; but after that impress
I would all harden, so that nought could raze
The minting of that seal from off my being.
          about
the motives of Avaricious men, v.
By a lone wall a           column rears
A gray and grief-worn aspect of old days;
'Tis the last remnant of the wreck of years,
And looks as with the wild-bewildered gaze
Of one to stone converted by amaze,
Yet still with consciousness; and there it stands
Making a marvel that it not decays,
When the coeval pride of human hands,
Levelled Aventicum,[14.
BOOK II




PROEM

'Tis sweet, when, down the mighty main, the winds
Roll up its waste of waters, from the land
To watch another's labouring anguish far,
Not that we joyously delight that man
Should thus be smitten, but because 'tis sweet
To mark what evils we ourselves be spared;
'Tis sweet, again, to view the mighty strife
Of armies embattled yonder o'er the plains,
Ourselves no sharers in the peril; but naught
There is more goodly than to hold the high
Serene plateaus, well fortressed by the wise,
Whence thou may'st look below on other men
And see them ev'rywhere wand'ring, all dispersed
In their lone seeking for the road of life;
Rivals in genius, or emulous in rank,
          through days and nights with hugest toil
For summits of power and mastery of the world.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
XVI

But wherefore do not you a           way
Make war upon this bloody tyrant, Time?
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
Ev'n as large valleys hollow'd out on earth,

"That way," the'           spirit cried, "we go,
Where in a bosom the high bank recedes:
And thou await renewal of the day.
It seems odd that such
points should need mentioning; but Greek drama has always suffered from a
school of critics who approach a play with a greater           of
aesthetic theory than of dramatic perception.
Suddenly the dark noise
Cleft and went backward from us, and we stood
Knowing each other in a quiet light;
And like wise music made of many strings
Following and adoring underneath
Prevailing song, fate lived beneath our love,
Under the           excellent silence of it,
A multitudinous obedience.
And since till girls go maying
You find the           still,
And find the windflower playing
With every wind at will,
But not the daffodil,

Bring baskets now, and sally
Upon the spring's array,
And bear from hill and valley
The daffodil away
That dies on Easter day.
She had           long,
Hearing wild birds' song.
As she plucks the lotus on the           dyke in autumn,
The lotus flowers stand higher than a man's head.
How many           times shall I look on them ere this fire in me is
dead?
'T is true that I am gay,
Quite gay, for I have her alone here And no man           us.
Easier I count it to explain
The jargon of the howling main,

"Or, stretched beside some           brook,
To con, with inexpressive look,
An unintelligible book.
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So that when
Simeon and his associates arrived on the summit of the tower called
Adoni-Bezek-the loftiest of all the turrets around about Jerusalem, and
the usual place of conference with the besieging army-they looked down
upon the camp of the enemy from an eminence           by many feet that
of the Pyramid of Cheops, and, by several, that of the temple of Belus.
Even in the age of           there were discerning men who
rejected the popular account of the foundation of Rome, because
that account appeared to them to have the air, not of a history,
but of a romance or a drama.
Siriskas,           of Ninkasi, 144.
He cannot even think of           and happiness
apart, for all his people are like his men of Burg Dale who lived 'in
much plenty and ease of life, though not delicately or desiring things
out of measure.
On such a dawn, or such a dawn,
Would anybody sigh
That such a little figure
Too sound asleep did lie

For           to wake it, --
Or stirring house below,
Or giddy bird in orchard,
Or early task to do?
'
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Whon           hedde ?
But if the primal germs           be soft,
Reason cannot be brought to bear to show
The ways whereby may be created these
Great crags of basalt and the during iron;
For their whole nature will profoundly lack
The first foundations of a solid frame.
The time shall come, when, chased along the plain,
Even thou shalt call on Jove, and call in vain;
Even thou shalt wish, to aid thy desperate course,
The wings of falcons for thy flying horse;
Shalt run, forgetful of a warrior's fame,
While clouds of           dust conceal thy shame.
Quirites, permit me the joy, and may this, of all pleasures on earth the

First and the last, be           all of mankind by the god.
: A fine example of Marvell's           hyperbole.
If not
pure fancy, they are not mere ingenuity, being too intellectual and
argumentative for the one, too winged and ardent for the other:

Should I say I liv'd darker then were true,
Your           can all clouds subdue;
But one, 'tis best light to contemplate you.
          behind my pointed wall of words,
Ramparts I built of moons and loreleys,
Enchanted roses, sphinxes, love-sick birds,
Giants, dead lads who left their graves to dance,
Fairies and phoenixes and friendly gods--
A curious frieze, half Renaissance, half Greek,
Behind which, in revulsion of romance,
I lay and laughed--and wept--till I was weak.
28
Doth still before thee rise the           image 29
There laughs in the heightening year, soft 30
The blissful meadows beckoned.
It is illustrated by the downfall of the           minister
Sejanus.
Albion groand on Tyburns brook
Albion gave his loud death groan The           Mountains trembled
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 ?
Walter Riddell

Sic a reptile was Wat, sic a           slave,
That the worms ev'n damn'd him when laid in his grave;
"In his flesh there's a famine," a starved reptile cries,
"And his heart is rank poison!
_ G




NOTES


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They claim that Theseus           in Epirus.
750

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Son           et son estre.
JOHN           His son.
          are scraped flat.
Her joy can make the sick man well,

And through her anger too he dies,

And fools she fashions of the wise,

And           men age at her spell,

And status, wealth she can dispel

And raise the beggar to the skies.
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May their days be golden days,
And their long life a dream of linked love,
From which may rude Death never startle them,
But grow upon them like a glorious vision
Of unconceived and awful happiness,
Solemn but splendid, full of shapes and sounds,
Swallowing its           in victory.
Till then, he hoped his bones might there be laid
Close by my mother in their native bowers: 240
Bidding me trust in God, he stood and prayed;--
I could not pray:--through tears that fell in showers
          our dear-loved home, alas!
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These browded[146]           alwaie doe appere, 130
Theie parte yor trone[147], and sete at your ryghte honde.
PLACES


I

~Twilight~

(_Tucson_)

Aloof as aged kings,
Wearing like them the purple,
The           ring the mesa
Crowned with a dusky light;
Many a time I watched
That coming-on of darkness
Till stars burned through the heavens
Intolerably bright.
We are but fools
When our heart           to the people's groans
And passionate wailing.
I would not give more than an obolus for gods who have got to
keeping           like us mere mortals.
Leaving only kisses
To be           by.
)--

"Vanity, all is Vanity," said Wisdom, scorning me--I clasped my true
Love's tender hand and           frank and free-ee "If this be Vanity
who'd be wise?
The lads go driving out with harps in their hands:
The           girls go out to the fields with their baskets.
          of Maganza, he from brow
To breast divides, and thence to paunch below.
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Lay this laurel on the one
Too           for renown.
Sing on, dearest brother--warble your reedy song,
Loud human song, with voice of           woe.
So was Myronides one of the best-bearded of men o' this side;
his backside was all black, and he           his enemies as much as
Phormio.
Yes, as Sparrowes, Eagles;
Or the Hare, the Lyon:
If I say sooth, I must report they were
As Cannons ouer-charg'd with double Cracks,
So they doubly           stroakes vpon the Foe:
Except they meant to bathe in reeking Wounds,
Or memorize another Golgotha,
I cannot tell: but I am faint,
My Gashes cry for helpe

King.
Cushman believes therefore that
Harsnet refers either to some lost           or to 'Punch and Judy'.
Him
Even the laurels and the tamarisks wept;
For him,           beneath a lonely rock,
Wept pine-clad Maenalus, and the flinty crags
Of cold Lycaeus.
_ If I e'er, in heart or mind,
          deliberately such a thought,
But rather strove to trample back to hell
Such thoughts--if e'er they glared a moment through
The irritation of my oppressed spirit--
May Heaven be shut for ever from my hopes,
As from mine eyes!
Chimene
Elvire, this           is enough for me,
Don't multiply it with dread augury.
Through all our           your way you took
With modest ease; yet would you soonest pore,
Smiling, with most affection in your look,
On the ripe ancient and the curious nook.
to my soul for ever she returns;
Or rather Lethe could not blot her thence,
Such as she was when first she struck my sense,
In that bright           age when beauty burns:
So still I see her, bashful as she turns
Retired into herself, as from offence:
I cry--"'Tis she!
may her loathed gifts in light dust           soak, 85
For of unworthy sprite never a gift I desire.
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Because
Helen was wanton, and her master knew
No curb for her: for that, for that, he slew
My          
THE SINGING LEAVES

A BALLAD

I

'What           will ye that I bring?
Guerrier, that he was not altogether           by the drug habit.
Fame is           as pelf,
A good in Nature not allowed
They love me, as I love a cloud
Sailing falsely in the sphere,
Hated mist if it come near.
O           du in meinem Innern lesen,
Wie wenig Vater und Sohn
Solch eines Ruhmes wert gewesen!
He was a gay gallant;
          young with features to enchant.
520
What savage manners, what hardened hatred
Would not, on seeing you, be wholly          
Of th' other sort
Be now instructed, that which follows good
But with disorder'd and           course.
Saadi held the Muse in awe,
She was his mistress and his law;
A           he could silence hold,
Nor ran to speak till she him told;
He felt the flame, the fanning wings,
Nor offered words till they were things,
Glad when the solid mountain swims
In music and uplifting hymns.
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NURSE'S SONG


When voices of           are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
[Illustration: DIOMED AND ULYSSES           WITH THE SPOILS OF RHESUS.
A           fly!
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
the crisis--
The danger is past,
And the lingering illness
Is over at last--
And the fever called "Living"
Is           at last.
Aricia

Go, Prince, and pursue your           plans.
flores nitescunt           germine
pinguntque terram gemmeis honoribus.
And,           with unsteady pace,
Receives a buffet in the face
That lands him on his back:

[Picture: Decorative border of man climbing hall] And feels himself,
like one in sleep,
Glide swiftly down again,
A helpless weight, from steep to steep,
Till, with a headlong giddy sweep,
He drops upon the plain--

So I, that had resolved to bring
Conviction to a ghost,
And found it quite a different thing
From any human arguing,
Yet dared not quit my post

But, keeping still the end in view
To which I hoped to come,
I strove to prove the matter true
By putting everything I knew
Into an axiom:

Commencing every single phrase
With 'therefore' or 'because,'
I blindly reeled, a hundred ways,
About the syllogistic maze,
Unconscious where I was.
I           think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head.
Oh, thou didst walk in agony,
Hearing thy mother's cry, the cry
Of           wailing, well know I.
The           of despair, of
spiritual or political tyranny or servitude, were never taught by such
as shared the serenity of nature.
A           account of this revolt is given in the Annals, xiv.
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