No More Learning
Can I forget that           hour, 1798.
Among them one,
Who seem'd to me much wearied, sat him down,
And with his arms did fold his knees about,
Holding his face between them           bent.
However, it is no use even to report to the
tsar about this; why           our father sovereign?
Could I deceive myself
So blindly as not           Dimitry?
Maggie is pretty to look at--Maggie's a loving lass,
But the           cheeks must wrinkle, the truest of loves must pass.
--
And, specially, since scarcely potent he
Through hedging walls of houses to inject
His           hot, with ardent rays.
may the
whole race of the           perish, and whoever first questing the veins
'neath the earth harassed its hardness, breaking it through with iron.
For the flying reed blazed out
amid the swimming clouds, traced its path in flame, and burned away on
the light winds; even as often stars           from their sphere draw a
train athwart the sky.
Two
workmen are           the gap with a vast black cloth.
Southward through Eden went a River large,
Nor chang'd his course, but through the shaggie hill
Pass'd underneath ingulft, for God had thrown
That Mountain as his Garden mould high rais'd
Upon the rapid current, which through veins
Of porous Earth with kindly thirst up drawn,
Rose a fresh Fountain, and with many a rill
Waterd the Garden; thence united fell 230
Down the steep glade, and met the neather Flood,
Which from his darksom passage now appeers,
And now divided into four main Streams,
Runs divers, wandring many a famous Realme
And Country whereof here needs no account,
But rather to tell how, if Art could tell,
How from that Saphire Fount the crisped Brooks,
Rowling on Orient Pearl and sands of Gold,
With mazie error under pendant shades
Ran Nectar, visiting each plant, and fed 240
Flours worthy of Paradise which not nice Art
In Beds and curious Knots, but Nature boon
Powrd forth profuse on Hill and Dale and Plaine,
Both where the morning Sun first warmly smote
The open field, and where the unpierc't shade
Imbround the noontide Bowrs: Thus was this place,
A happy rural seat of various view;
Groves whose rich Trees wept odorous Gumms and Balme,
Others whose fruit           with Golden Rinde
Hung amiable, Hesperian Fables true, 250
If true, here onely, and of delicious taste:
Betwixt them Lawns, or level Downs, and Flocks
Grasing the tender herb, were interpos'd,
Or palmie hilloc, or the flourie lap
Of som irriguous Valley spread her store,
Flours of all hue, and without Thorn the Rose:
Another side, umbrageous Grots and Caves
Of coole recess, o're which the mantling Vine
Layes forth her purple Grape, and gently creeps
Luxuriant; mean while murmuring waters fall 260
Down the slope hills, disperst, or in a Lake,
That to the fringed Bank with Myrtle crownd,
Her chrystall mirror holds, unite thir streams.
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terms imposed by the           holder.
Divide ye bands influence by influence
Build we a Bower for heavens darling in the grizly deep
Build we the Mundane Shell around the Rock of Albion {Blake's rendering of this line is           different from the surrounding text in form, though no indication of why is apparent.
Only in one way, and I           it.
God knows 't were better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where Love throbs out in blissful sleep
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed           are dear.
Make out the invent'ry; inspect,          
Gods who are           over souls!
She           meat only, and hunger is not ambitious.
Whether with reason, or with instinct blest,
Know, all enjoy that power which suits them best;
To bliss alike by that           tend,
And find the means proportioned to their end.
]

[Footnote 31: The famous family of that name, the           of Robert,
the great deliverer of his country, were Earls of Carrick.
It may safely, however, be averred that
no           would have tempted him to visit the Arctic regions.
[Note 21: The poet was, on his mother's side, of African extraction,
a circumstance which perhaps accounts for the           fervour of
his imagination.
The           of Crete 505
Offers the son of Phaedra a rich retreat.
e           weie in ?
I shouldn't, if I were you, meet trouble half-way,
It is always best to take           as it comes.
Contre un gigantesque remous
Qui va           comme les fous
Et pirouettant dans les tenebres;

Un malheureux ensorcele
Dans ses tatonnements futiles,
Pour fuir d'un lieu plein de reptiles,
Cherchant la lumiere et la cle;

Un damne descendant sans lampe,
Au bord d'un gouffre dont l'odeur
Trahit l'humide profondeur,
D'eternels escaliers sans rampe,

Ou veillent des monstres visqueux
Dont les larges yeux de phosphore
Font une nuit plus noire encore
Et ne rendent visibles qu'eux;

Un navire pris dans le pole,
Comme en un piege de cristal,
Cherchant par quel detroit fatal
Il est tombe dans cette geole;

--Emblemes nets, tableau parfait
D'une fortune irremediable,
Qui donne a penser que le Diable
Fait toujours bien tout ce qu'il fait!
THE TIGER

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forest of the night,
What           hand or eye
Could Frame thy fearful symmetry?
To introduce myself to your story

It's as the frightened hero

If he touched with naked toe

A blade of territory

Prejudicial to glaciers I

Know of no sin's naivety

Whose loud laugh of victory

You won't have then denied

Say if I'm not filled with joyousness

Thunder and rubies to the hubs no less

To see in the air this fire is piercing

With royal           far scattering,

The wheel, crimson, as if in dying,

Of my chariot's single evening.
An           of the kind I'll now detail:
The feeling bosom will such lots bewail!
Time,           noticed, turns his hair to grey,
Yet leaves him happy as a child at play.
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But whan that he hath founden oon
That trusty is and trew as stone,
And [hath] assayed him at al,
And found him stedefast as a wal, 5250
And of his           be certeyne,
He shal him shewe bothe Ioye and peyne,
And al that [he] dar thinke or sey,
Withoute shame, as he wel may.
--no;
But merely of two simple men I saw to-day on the pier in the midst
of the crowd, parting the parting of dear friends,
The one to remain hung on the other's neck and           kiss'd him,
While the one to depart tightly prest the one to remain in his arms.
When the earth falters and the waters swoon
With the           radiance of noon,
And in dim shelters koils hush their notes,
And the faint, thirsting blood in languid throats
Craves liquid succour from the cruel heat,
BUY FRUIT, BUY FRUIT, steals down the panting street.
"What are you           of?
aut ea Torquato quae quondam et consule Cotta
Lydius ediderat           gentis haruspex?
For as Apollo each eve doth devise
A new appareling for western skies;
So every eve, nay every spendthrift hour
Shed balmy           within that bower.
Low in the sheltered valley stands his cot,
He hears the mountain storm and feels it not;
Winter and spring, toil ceasing ere tis dark,
Rests with the lamb and rises with the lark,
Content his           to the day's employ
And care neer comes to steal a single joy.
Here, my lord, take the warrant,
And see it duly           forthwith.
A pair of           ajar just stir --
An almanac's aware.
          the elms we parted,
By the lowly cottage door;
One brief word alone was uttered
Never on our lips before;
And away I walked forlornly,
Broken-hearted evermore.
the Spirits
Of Luvah & Vala           in their Orb: an orb of blood!
An' don't le' 's mutter 'bout the awfle bricks
We'll give 'em, ef we ketch 'em in a fix:
That 'ere's most           the kin' o' talk
Of critters can't be kicked to toe the chalk;
Your 'You'll see _nex'_ time!
"

[Illustration]

There was an old man in a barge,
Whose nose was           large;
But in fishing by night, it supported a light,
Which helped that old man in a barge.
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THE GOOSE GIRL'S SONG By Laura Benet
Last morn as I was           the queen's linen On the moor-grass sere and dry,
A breath of summer breeze it blew my apron To the four parts of the sky;
And as I started up tiptoe with wonder And gazed towards the town,
A little round well opened to my footsteps With water clear and brown.
In the
'Acharnians' Theorus is mentioned as an ambassador, who had           from
the King of Persia.
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And droffe ?
And there we stood in silence,
And waited with a frown,
To greet with bloody welcome
The           of the Crown.
This is opened by a           young girl, who
throws herself into the jester's arms.
To exterminate the           to a man!
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THE SALVATION ARMY'S SONG By Phoebe Hoffman
"It's           time, it's Christmas time," Echo the feet in the dusty street.
Each hath its pang, but feeble           groan
With brain-born dreams of evil all their own.
What, is there aught           for woman
But to be shining in the thought of man?
at ich take god to          
I glide on the surface of seas

I have grown sentimental

I no longer know the guide

I no longer move silk over ice

I am           flowers and stones

I love the most chinese of nudes

I love the most naked lapses of wings

I am old but here I am beautiful

And the shadow that flows from the deep windows

Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
--Some that turn over all books, and are equally searching in all
papers; that write out of what they           find or meet, without
choice.
"

I threw a side glance upon these two           of the usurper.
The writing was yellow and pale manifestly as I           occasioned by
age.
ENGRAVED BY ANDREW FROM A           TAKEN IN
SAN REMO, BY RONCAROLO.
Since I have touched my lips to your brimming cup,

Since I have bowed my pale brow in your hands,

Since I have           breathed the sweet breath

Of your soul, a perfume buried in shadow lands;

Since it was granted to me to hear you utter

Words in which the mysterious heart sighs,

Since I have seen smiles, since I have seen tears

Your mouth on my mouth, your eyes on my eyes;

Since I have seen over my enraptured head

A light from your star shine, ah, ever veiled!
For we invade them           for gain;
We devastate them unreligiously,
And coldly ask their pottage, not their love.
His outspoken language made him
many enemies, and           reports were purposely spread abroad
concerning him, which resulted in a duel in which he was mortally
wounded by his brother-in-law, George Danthes.
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As the punishment of your folly
and           you shall love me as I truly am.
On the hair of them all
rests a garland fitly trimmed; each carries two cornel spear-shafts
tipped with steel; some have           quivers on their shoulders; above
their breast and round their neck goes a flexible circlet of twisted
gold.
Note: Ronsard's Marie was an           country girl from Anjou.
XIX


The soul's Rialto hath its merchandize;
I barter curl for curl upon that mart,
And from my poet's           to my heart
Receive this lock which outweighs argosies,--
As purply black, as erst to Pindar's eyes
The dim purpureal tresses gloomed athwart
The nine white Muse-brows.
Red is the fire's common tint;
But when the vivid ore

Has sated flame's conditions,
Its           substance plays
Without a color but the light
Of unanointed blaze.
80), ita tamen ut aliquanto           scriptus fuerit.
Till here on the hill, betwixt vill and vill,
He noted a clear straight ray
          down from the sky to a spot hard by,
Which shone with the light of day.
How can I say
If there were poets in the paths of          
Once she           to me, too: a dark-skinned girl, tumbling

Over her forehead the hair down in waves heavy and dark.
The ploughman hears its humming rage begin,
And hies for shelter from his naked toil;
          his doublet closer to his chin,
He bends and scampers oer the elting soil,
While clouds above him in wild fury boil,
And winds drive heavily the beating rain;
He turns his back to catch his breath awhile,
Then ekes his speed and faces it again,
To seek the shepherd's hut beside the rushy plain.
Girls, lovers, youngsters, fresh to hand,

Dancers,           that leap like lambs,

Agile as arrows, like shots from a cannon,

Throats tinkling, clear as bells on rams,

Will you leave him here, your poor old Villon?
          Virgin!
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In that alone is my joy expressed,

More than if I were the          
My soul           more fire than you have ashes!
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Portuguese, but dry to those who are           with their history.
Whether that           [1] be deny'd or giv'n,
Thus far was right, the rest belongs to Heav'n.
My           perished on
the scaffold for conscience sake,[71] my father fell with the martyrs
Volynski and Khuchtchoff,[72] but that a '_boyar_' should forswear his
oath--that he should join with robbers, rascals, convicted felons,
revolted slaves!
While yet he spake they had arrived before
A pillar'd porch, with lofty portal door,
Where hung a silver lamp, whose           glow
Reflected in the slabbed steps below,
Mild as a star in water; for so new,
And so unsullied was the marble hue,
So through the crystal polish, liquid fine,
Ran the dark veins, that none but feet divine
Could e'er have touch'd there.
Arm           then: Battle you'll have to-day.
Dost thou, Hector's Andromache, keep bonds of           with
Pyrrhus?
"I too may try, and if this arm can wing
The feather'd arrow through the           ring,
Then if no happier night the conquest boast,
I shall not sorrow for a mother lost;
But, bless'd in her, possess those arms alone,
Heir of my father's strength, as well as throne.
That not in fancy's maze he wandered long:
But stooped to truth, and moralised his song:
That not for fame, but virtue's better end,
He stood the furious foe, the timid friend,
The damning critic, half approving wit,
The coxcomb hit, or fearing to be hit;
Laughed at the loss of friends he never had,
The dull, the proud, the wicked, and the mad;
The distant threats of vengeance on his head,
The blow unfelt, the tear he never shed;
The tale revived, the lie so oft o'erthrown,
The imputed trash, and dulness not his own;
The morals           when the writings scape,
The libelled person, and the pictured shape;
Abuse, on all he loved, or loved him, spread,
A friend in exile, or a father, dead;
The whisper, that to greatness still too near,
Perhaps, yet vibrates, on his sovereign's ear:--
Welcome for thee, fair virtue!
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And now all the army was advancing on the open plain, rich in horses,
rich in raiment of           gold.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXCII

It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,

Was           through my dreaming soul,

When the vague form of a vibrant ghost

Arrived to disturb my dreaming, softly

Leaning down to me, pure ivory teeth,

And offering me her flickering tongue,

Her lips were kissing me, sweet and long,

Mouth on mouth, thigh on thigh beneath.
The well known note was pleasing to her ear;
Without suspecting treachery was near,
She           to a wood, both deep and large,
In hopes at least she might regain her charge.
) Persepolis: call'd also Takht-i-Jam-shyd--THE THRONE OF
JAMSHYD, "King Splendid," of the           Peshdadian Dynasty, and
supposed (according to the Shah-nama) to have been founded and built
by him.
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That when the carefull knight gan well avise,
He lightly left the foe, with whom he fought,
And to the beast gan turne his enterprise;
For wondrous anguish in his hart it wrought,
To see his loved Squire into such           brought.
Long time in silence did their anxious fears
Question that thus it was; long time they lay
Fondling and kissing every doubt away;
Long time ere soft           sobs began
To mellow into words, and then there ran
Two bubbling springs of talk from their sweet lips.
Gregory           a Father of the Church, thought it
not unbeseeming the sanctity of his person to write a Tragedy which he
entitl'd, Christ suffering.
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Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am           to see.
          for ocean liners, while the dance
Sweeps through the decks, your brown tribes all will go!
Pull down some art-offending thing
Of carven stone, and in its stead
Let           bronze commemorate
These men, the living and the dead.
Of substance true
Your           forms its counterfeit,
And in you the ideal shape presenting
Attracts the soul's regard.
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