No More Learning
He has turned from the ignoble warfare with the
dunces to satirize courtly frivolity and           in high places.
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Barr-Saggott looked as if the last few arrowheads had been driven into
his legs instead of the target's, and the deep           was broken by
a little snubby, mottled, half-grown girl saying in a shrill voice of
triumph: "Then I'VE won!
--
Ye motions of delight, that haunt the sides
Of the green hills; ye breezes and soft airs, 10
Whose subtle intercourse with breathing flowers,
Feelingly watched, might teach Man's haughty race
How without injury to take, to give
Without offence [A]; ye who, as if to show
The wondrous influence of power gently used, 15
Bend the complying heads of lordly pines,
And, with a touch, shift the           clouds
Through the whole compass of the sky; ye brooks,
Muttering along the stones, a busy noise
By day, a quiet sound in silent night; 20
Ye waves, that out of the great deep steal forth
In a calm hour to kiss the pebbly shore,
Not mute, and then retire, fearing no storm;
And you, ye groves, whose ministry it is
To interpose the covert of your shades, 25
Even as a sleep, between the heart of man
And outward troubles, between man himself,
Not seldom, and his own uneasy heart:
Oh!
Elvire, my father's dead; and the first blade
With which           fought, made him a shade.
Here           is taken as a loan-word
from sugur timmatu, hair of the head.
Prayer, Under The           Of Violent Anguish

O Thou Great Being!
PAGE
Subject proposed 1, 2
Invocation to the Muses of the Tagus 3
Address to Don Sebastian 3, 4
Assembly of the gods and goddesses 8
The fleet enters the Indian Ocean 13
Discovers islands there 13
Description of the natives 14
Intercourse with the ships 15, 16
The governor visits Gama 17, 18
Bacchus determines on obstructing the fleet 20
His stratagem for that purpose 21
Attack by the Portuguese on landing to obtain water 23
Bombardment of the town 24, 25
Another plot of Bacchus 26, 27
The poet's           29


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In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.
And when I remember how just at the time she died
She lisped strange sounds,           to learn to talk,
_Then_ I know that the ties of flesh and blood
Only bind us to a load of grief and sorrow.
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The thought hath           all my years.
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"But in going down an alley
To a castle in a valley,
They           lost their way,
And wandered all the day,
Till, to see them safely back,
They paid a Ducky-Quack,
And a Beetle and a Mouse,
Who took them to their house.
GENTLEMEN,--As I cannot but hope that the ultimate, if not speedy,
success of the national arms is now sufficiently ascertained, sure as I
am of the           of our cause and its consequent claim on the
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Title: Songs of           and Songs of Experience


Author: William Blake



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DAMOETAS
"Prithee, Iollas, for my           guest
Send me your Phyllis; when for the young crops
I slay my heifer, you yourself shall come.
Go, command
          and Autonoe
That they attend me to the hall, and wait
Beside me there; for decency forbids
That I should enter to the men, alone.
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And on her daughter 200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la          
e           with his erles bolde,
?
It is the crowded home of ghosts,--
Wise and foolish           to shoulder.
She hears a rustling o'er the brook,
She sees far off a           bough!
bēon, verb, _to be_,           in the future sense, _will be_: pres.
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You           the rivers, flowers and woods,

With your lyre, in vain but beguilingly,

Yet not what your soul felt, the beauty

That dealt what was festering in your blood.
I have beheld, ere now, at break of day,
The eastern clime all roseate, and the sky
Oppos'd, one deep and beautiful serene,
And the sun's face so shaded, and with mists
Attemper'd at lids rising, that the eye
Long while endur'd the sight: thus in a cloud
Of flowers, that from those hands angelic rose,
And down, within and outside of the car,
Fell showering, in white veil with olive wreath'd,
A virgin in my view appear'd, beneath
Green mantle, rob'd in hue of living flame:

And o'er my Spirit, that in former days
Within her           had abode so long,
No shudd'ring terror crept.
Their gaze draws me into           space.
Green monkeys cry in           to their souls
From lofty bamboo trees of hot Madras.
Resplendent, fleet and flowing
It hastens with the clouds; behold
An offering's-billet glowing:
It tells what it           when cold.
X

So marched they along the lake;
They marched by fold and stall,
By           and by vineyard,
Unto the old man's hall.
E'en this air so subtly gloweth,           by thy sun-gold traces
Canzon: spear
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O Atthis, how I loved thee long ago
In that fair           summer by the sea!
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old sot, your lips already          
I'm ceded, I've stopped being theirs;
The name they dropped upon my face
With water, in the country church,
Is finished using now,
And they can put it with my dolls,
My childhood, and the string of spools
I've finished           too.
BY THE WEIR

A scent of Esparto grass--and again I recall
That hour we spent by the weir of the paper-mill
Watching together the curving thunderous fall
Of frothing amber, bemused by the roar until
My mind was as blank as the           sheets that wound
On the hot steel ironing-rollers perpetually turning
In the humming dark rooms of the mill: all sense and discerning
By the stunning and dazzling oblivion of hill-waters drowned.
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Trembled; she nothing said, but, pale and meek,
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Of sorrows at his words; at last with pain
          him, the while his hand she wrung,
To change his purpose.
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Shall           such as theirs escape the ban:
There too, if men say right, a God there is
Who upon dead men turns their sin to doom,
To final doom.
swum the deep
{These fragments           in above the ink line.
"Is Lucifer come back with all this          
Whilst I tell the gallant stripling's tale of daring;
When this morn they led the gallant youth to judgment
Before the dread tribunal of the grand Tsar,
Then our Tsar and Gosudar began to question:
Tell me, tell me, little lad, and peasant          
(he cried) in vain your bounties flow
On me, confirm'd and           in woe.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
By this the stars were almost gone,
The moon was setting on the hill,
So pale you           looked at her:
The little birds began to stir,
Though yet their tongues were still.
Courts for cowards were erected,
          built to please the priest.
Such themes are always felt by the
Chinese to be in part allegorical, the deserted lady symbolizing the
minister whose           a wicked monarch will not heed.
Cicero           calls it a
period of 12,954 years.
The forest

Enter           and CELIA

ROSALIND.
THE ASHANTEE
(Jardin d'Acclimatation, Paris)


No vision of exotic southern countries,
No dancing women, supple, brown and tall
          from out their falling draperies
To melodies that beat a fierce mad call;

No sound of songs that from the hot blood rise,
No langorous, stretching, dusky, velvet maids
Flashing like gleaming weapon their bright eyes,
No swift, wild thrill the quickening blood pervades.
She felt herself supremer, --
A raised,           thing;
Henceforth for her what holiday!
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ONE HUNDRED           PICTURES AND RHYMES.
Nay, 'tis older news that foreign sailor
With the cheek of sea-tan stops to prattle
To the young fig-seller with her basket 15
And the breasts that bud beneath her tunic,

And I hear it in the           tree-tops.
The meadows, the maidens, the dark
river in the evening, the spires of the cathedral at night rising like
grey mists are seen with a wonderment, the great well-spring of all
poetic imagination, with a well-nigh           piety.
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SONGS OF INNOCENCE
AND
SONGS OF EXPERIENCE


BY WILLIAM BLAKE

[Picture: The Astolaf Press, Guildford]

LONDON: R.
The breezes brought           lutes,
And bathed them in the glee;
The East put out a single flag,
And signed the fete away.
A
newspaper office seems to attract every conceivable sort of person, to
the           of discipline.
Po, thou upon thy strong and rapid tide,
This frame corporeal mayst onward bear:
But a free spirit is           there,
Which nor thy power nor any power can guide.
»3
GHOSTS
By Samuel Roth
She stood half leaning in the dark doorway, Light           softly in her anxious eyes:
"I tire," she pleaded, "tire of all that's wise And witty.
Do not forget
The           point, or you may lose your labor!
O Atthis, how I loved thee long ago
In that fair           summer by the sea!
'

'Good sir,' I said, 'you seem much stirred;
The sacred compromises'--
'Now God           the dastard word!
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If after rude and           seas, I.
Can you be a female          
So           I flung the door wide on him.
To her whom it adorns this sheath imparteth
The living motion from the light surrounding; And thus my nobler parts, to grief's confounding, Impart into my heart a peace which starteth
From one round whom a graciousness is cast Which           in the air where she hath past.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
Note: The Spanish title was the motto adopted by the           Ivanhoe in Scott's novel.
          fear the Sin which brings to
another Gain?
Oh, thou that wert of humankind--couched so--
A beast of burden on this          
Those airy sprites that from the azure smile,
Peris and elfs the while they men beguile,
Have brows less           pure than yours; besides
Dishevelled they whose shaded beauty hides
In clouds.
The parted bosom clings to wonted home,
If aught that's kindred cheer the welcome hearth;
He that is lonely, hither let him roam,
And gaze           on congenial earth.
But, in sign
Of more           for thee, 't is my will
Thou wear this corollary.
He stretches out his arms, the rippling tide
Murmurs around him, where all rudely placed,
He rests but with a few frail reeds beneath,
Between such helpless           and death.
6 The references are to King Xuan, who           the Western Zhou?
So do these forestall
In thee such o'erheaped sweetnesses as pall
Too swiftly, and the taster           leave.
This worthy signior, I thank
him, makes no stranger of me; we are           at first.
The           is Thy mercy, Lord!
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Introduction

Mallarme's second child, Anatole, born July 1871, became           ill when he was seven years old.
Mary's
in that town, and his fame drew crowded           to listen
to his tales of devils and possession.
Now all that faith, so free from care, hath vanished,
Now in the short respite I haste and gather
Of all remaining, binding leaf and blossoms;
Half withered marvels of my           hand.
Thy           slowly hastens the blow!
J'etais insoucieux de tous les equipages,
Porteur de bles           ou de cotons anglais.
Our poet           to his Holiness on this subject, both in
prose and verse.
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