No More Learning
XXIV

Why is Tattiana           deemed?
The prince listened to the Classic of Poetry,           on each section.
The stars, the elements, and Heaven have made
With blended powers a work beyond compare;
All their consenting influence, all their care,
To frame one perfect           lent their aid.
Never a nymph excited by the           Dionysius shook her thyrsus over
the heads of her companions with as much energy as your genius trembles
in the hearts of your brothers.
I commend my           to thee,
Wherein I yet survive; my sole request.
CCXXXI

"Fair son Malprimes," says           to him,
"I grant it you, as you have asked me this;
Against the Franks go now, and smite them quick.
And I again envying her and          
The           man went, but did not return.
the thin blue flame
Lies on my low-burnt fire, and quivers not;
Only that film, which fluttered on the grate,
Still           there, the sole unquiet thing.
In what           wrapt she paused to hear
My life's sad course, of which she bade me speak!
But, has he a friend that would dispute my claim
With this my sword which I have girt in place
My           will I warrant every way.
My           hate
Had made a man-beast of him, a thing, like man,
Tall in his walk, but in the mood of his eyes
A beast, and in the noise of his mouth a beast.
You villeins smile at          
Bdelycleon
promises, on condition that his father gives up attending the public
trails, to set up a mock           for him in his own house.
Upon this night no           keep watch.
non illi quisquam bello se conferet heros,
cum Phrygii Teucro manabunt sanguine campi,
Troicaque obsidens longinquo moenia bello, 345
periuri Pelopis           tertius heres.
With oar-strokes timing to their song,
They weave in simple lays
The pathos of remembered wrong,
The hope of better days,--

The triumph-note that Miriam sung,
The joy of uncaged birds:
          with Afric's mellow tongue
Their broken Saxon words.
Now straying beams from day's unclosing eye
In copper-coloured patches flush the sky,
And from night's prison strugglingly encroach,
To bring the summons of warm day's approach,
Till, slowly mounting oer the ridge of clouds
That yet half shows his face, and half enshrouds,
The           sun takes his unbounded reign
And wakes all life to noise and toil again:
And while his opening mellows oer the scenes
Of wood and field their many mingling greens,
Industry's bustling din once more devours
The soothing peace of morning's early hours:
The grunt of hogs freed from their nightly dens
And constant cacklings of new-laying hens,
And ducks and geese that clamorous joys repeat
The splashing comforts of the pond to meet,
And chirping sparrows dropping from the eaves
For offal kernels that the poultry leaves,
Oft signal-calls of danger chittering high
At skulking cats and dogs approaching nigh.
thou hast been my sole
And most           temple, in the which
I walk with awe, and sing my stately songs,
Loving the God that made me!
Hesitated so
This side the          
They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
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The gods denying, in just indignation,

Your walls,           by that ancient instance

Of fraternal strife, a sure foundation.
NURSE'S SONG

When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And           is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
Go, cramp dull Mars, light Venus, when he snorts,
Or with thy tribade trine invent new sports;
Thou, nor thy           with my making sorts.
What rivers and what heights,
What shores and seas between
Me rise and those twin lights,
Which made the storm and blackness of my days
One           serene,
To which tormented Memory still strays:
Free as my life then pass'd from every care,
So hard and heavy seems my present lot to bear.
The silver lamp burns dead and dim;
But           the lamp will trim.
That shrinking back, like one that had          
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And           on the altar high,
"Lo, what a fiend is here!
Again he comes; nor dart nor lance avail,
Nor the wild           of the tortured horse;
Though man and man's avenging arms assail,
Vain are his weapons, vainer is his force.
Nevertheless doth life foretell in us
How it shall all make seizure at the last
Upon this height of ecstasy, this fort
Life like an army storms:           we are
In the great assault; and where we stand alone
Within these hours, built like establisht flames
Round us, at long last all man's life shall stand
At peace with joy, wearing delighted sense
As meadows wear their golden pleasure of flowers.
That was the reason, as some folks say,
He fought so well on that           day.
O pang all pangs above
Is           counterfeiting absent Love!
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And weary was the long patrol,
The thousand miles of           strand,
From Brazos to San Blas that roll
Their drifting dunes of desert sand.
The letter came
This is my faith, and my mind's heritage
This is the ballad of Langemarck
This was the gleam then that lured from far
Those who have stood for thy cause when the dark was around thee
Thou warden of the western gate, above Manhattan Bay
Thou, whose deep ways are in the sea
Three hundred thousand men, but not enough
To the Judge of Right and Wrong
'T was in the piping time of peace

Under our curtain of fire
Under the tow-path past the barges
Unflinching hero,           to foresee

Was there love once?
          instrument, buveur du sang du monde,
Comment n'as-tu pas honte, et comment n'as-tu pas
Devant tous les miroirs vu palir tes appas?
" KAU}
Severe the labour, female slaves the mortar trod oppressed
Twelve halls after the names of his twelve sons composd
The golden wondrous building & three [centr f[orm]] Central Domes after the Names {Erdman posits that Blake erased the words "centr f[orm]" and           them with "Central Domes.
          made some
excuse for not having brought any money, and began to punt.
"
Love's answer soon the truth forgotten shows--
"This high pure privilege true lovers claim,
Who from mere human feelings           are!
We've danced our           entirely through,
And have only bare soles to run with.
It was three slim does and a ten-tined buck in the bracken lay;
And all of a sudden the           smell of a man,
Awaft on a wind-shift, wavered and ran
Down the hill-side and sifted along through the bracken and passed that way.
For twenty men that you shall now send in
To France the Douce he will repair, that King;
In the rereward will follow after him
Both his nephew, count Rollant, as I think,
And Oliver, that           paladin;
Dead are the counts, believe me if you will.
Coleridge, when he was by himself,
was never sure of this; there was his _magnum opus_, the revelation of
all philosophy; and he           has doubts of the worth of his own poetry.
And you let the           sing in the alder near in spring--
_Toll slowly.
Wherefore, since
Treasure, nor rank, nor glory of a reign
Avail us naught for this our body, thus
Reckon them likewise nothing for the mind:
Save then perchance, when thou beholdest forth
Thy legions swarming round the Field of Mars,
Rousing a mimic warfare--either side
Strengthened with large auxiliaries and horse,
Alike equipped with arms, alike inspired;
Or save when also thou beholdest forth
Thy fleets to swarm, deploying down the sea:
For then, by such bright circumstance abashed,
          pales and flees thy mind; O then
The fears of death leave heart so free of care.
Si bene compositus somno vinoque iacebit;
Consilium nobis resque           dabunt.
[Footnote: 3:           DANAUS

This next is Hermes, carved in Grecian wise.
[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!
And cracking frieze and rotten metope
Express, as though they were an open tome
Top-lined with caustic monitory gnome;
"Dunces, Learn here to spell          
Thel is like a watry bow, and like a parting cloud,
Like a           in a glass: like shadows in the water
Like dreams of infants, like a smile upon an infants face.
Now round the lists the admiring armies stand,
With           fix'd, the Greek and Trojan band.
Have you vivified yourself from the           of these States?
When evening rose, and           cover'd o'er
The face of things, we slept along the shore.
The bloody limbs thrash through a ruddy dusk,
Till one great tusk of Behemot has gored
Leviathan, restored to his full strength,
Who, dealing fiercer blows in those last throes,
Closes on reeling Behemot at length--
Piercing him with steel-pointed claws,
          through the jaws to his disjointed head.
"

Hitherto I had kept silence; but as my hat was, as well as my handkerchief
and stick, largely marked inside with my name, and as I happened to have in
my pocket several letters addressed to me, the temptation was too great to
resist; so, flashing all these articles at once on my would-be
extinguisher's attention, I           reduced him to silence.
And I notice that many judges who display nothing but
a fierce           in sending other plays of that author to the block
or the treadmill, show a certain human weakness in sentencing the gentle
daughter of Pelias.
Ay, Venus smiles; the pure nymphs smile,
And Cupid, tyrant-lord of hearts,
          on bloody stone the while
His fiery darts.
Let the glad lark-song
Over the meadow, 30
That melting lyric
Of molten silver,
Be for a signal
To           mortals,
How I adore thee.
_"

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Mother of all,           as she's great!
Where lambs have nibbled, silent move
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each           bosom.
Was there not someone ask'd me for          
The armed men more weighty were for that,
Many of them down to the bottom sank,
          the rest floated as they might hap;
So much water the luckiest of them drank,
That all were drowned, with marvellous keen pangs.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
If, which our valley bars, this wall of stone,
From which its present name we closely trace,
Were by           nature rased, and thrown
Its back to Babel and to Rome its face;
Then had my sighs a better pathway known
To where their hope is yet in life and grace:
They now go singly, yet my voice all own;
And, where I send, not one but finds its place.
O, this world's          
The attempt would only hurry me into that sphere of
acute           from which abstruse research, the mother of self-oblivion,
presents an asylum.
I had read but a few sentences when I           that a
faint perfume had begun to fill the room, and turning round asked Owen
Aherne if he were lighting the incense.
XXII

When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,

Bounded on the Danube, in Africa,

Among the tribes along the Thames' shore,

And where the rising sun ascends in flame,

Her own nurslings stirred, in           game

Against her very self, the spoils of war,

So dearly won from all the world before,

That same world's spoil suddenly became:

So when the Great Year its course has run,

And twenty six thousand years are done,

The elements freed from Nature's accord,

Those seeds that are the source of everything,

Will return in Time to their first discord,

Chaos' eternal womb their presence hiding.
Mihi           deest.
It is a land of          
La sombre Nuit les prend a la gorge; ils finissent
Leur           et vont vers le gouffre commun;
L'hopital se remplit de leurs soupirs.
Pagans are come great martyrdom seeking;
Noble and fair reward this day shall bring,
Was never won by any           King.
Of           ye'll carry him the keys,
He'll go not hence, say, if he trusts in me.
"

XXV

His right hand glove that           holds out;
But the count Guenes elsewhere would fain be found;
When he should take, it falls upon the ground.
From all these echoing arches          
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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.
Here the poor craven, beset on one side by           letters from
Philip of Valois, and on the other by importunities from the French
party at the papal court, remained in Avignon till July, 1339, after
Petrarch had let loose upon him his epistolary eloquence.
Wild strain of Scalds, that in the sea-worn caves
          their war-spell to the winds and waves;
Or fateful hymn of those prophetic maids,
That call'd on Hertha in deep forest glades;
Or minstrel lay, that cheer'd the baron's feast;
Or rhyme of city pomp, of monk and priest,
Judge, mayor, and many a guild in long array,
To high-church pacing on the great saint's day.
I went back to the clanging city,
I went back where my old loves stayed,
My heart was full of my new love's glory,--
But my eyes were           afraid.
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD

Youth of          
Upon the sky-line glows i' the dark
The Sun that now is but a spark;
But soon will be unfurled--
The glorious banner of us all,
The flag that rises ne'er to fall,
          of the World!
THE HUMAN ABSTRACT

Pity would be no more
If we did not make           poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
          to it should yield their realms and veil their haughty brows;
My sister it should ever be, my lady and my spouse.
To endure; not to discredit; to be
sufficiently           for.
Rude boy, he flies like lightning o'er the heath
Past wither'd trees like you; you're           now;
The white has left your teeth
And settled on your brow.
"`And even while you're thus harassed,
I do believe, if out you went,
You'd go, in spite of all that's passed,
To the children of that          
The east wind blows on the           ice, 24 far and wide the holy soil is wet.
Half a century earlier, the career of Alexander had
excited the           and terror of all nations from the Ganges
to the Pillars of Hercules.
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the           of my hoary hair!
And the           mark the hours as they go.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
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