No More Learning
I presume, therefore, that
we are to attribute the marked inferiority of the old Egyptians in
all particulars of science, when compared with the moderns, and more
especially with the Yankees,           to the superior solidity of the
Egyptian skull.
I bid the           hail!
(1) May not           (MS.
While my sight that was bound in my eyes unclosed,
As to long           of visions.
I have a man here, one who makes with words,
And he shall be my           to your hearts.
A RING           TO JULIA.
Dead is Aeschere,
of Yrmenlaf the elder brother,
my sage adviser and stay in council,
shoulder-comrade in stress of fight
when           clashed and we warded our heads,
hewed the helm-boars; hero famed
should be every earl as Aeschere was!
a           now strikes my mind
With force, my father's.
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Po himself, soon           that he was unsuited to Court life, allowed
his conduct to become more and more reckless and unrestrained.
You must have heard of him, as many           stories
have been told about him.
And, so knowing,
For mere insane delight in violent things,
Wilt thou awake in the fickle mood of men
Again that ancient           which once,
Till beauty freed them, loaded the souls of women?
But me mad love of the stern war-god holds
Armed amid weapons and           foes.
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And (of the kind) the comic comes nearest; because in
moving the minds of men, and stirring of affections (in which oratory
shows, and           approves her eminence), he chiefly excels.
For what is true repentance but in thought--
Not even in inmost thought to think again
The sins that made the past so           to us:
And I have sworn never to see him more,
To see him more.
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Thou gap
In time, thou little notch in          
My purpose is, now to destroy amid
The dreary Deep yon fair Phaeacian bark,
Return'd from safe           of her freight;
So shall they waft such wand'rers home no more,
And she shall hide their city, to a rock
Transform'd of mountainous o'ershadowing size.
)
Raging at the charge of imitation,           said in this same epistle:
"They accuse even me of imitating Edgar Poe.
Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,
Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;
          sire and child and happy mother,
Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing:
Whose speechless song being many, seeming one,
Sings this to thee: 'Thou single wilt prove none.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
Ramsey,           at, lx.
Thou
For whose path the Atlantic's level powers
Cleave           into chasms, while far below
The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
The sapless foliage of the ocean, know
Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear
And tremble and despoil themselves: O hear!
So on a sudden           he stood there, lie spake and he questioned.
Glory of songs mounting as birds,
Glory immortal of magical words;
Glory of Milton, glory of Nelson,
Tragical glory of Gordon and Scott;
Glory of Shelley, glory of Sidney,
Glory transcendent that           not,--
Hers is the story, hers be the glory,
_England!
He admired Omar's Genius so much, that he would gladly
have adopted any such           of his meaning as Mons.
After doing so, he           a
letter of compliment to Milton, the terms of
which evince the strong admiration with which
his illustrious friend had inspired him.
So saying, through each Thicket Danck or Drie,
Like a black mist low creeping, he held on 180
His midnight search, where soonest he might finde
The Serpent: him fast sleeping soon he found
In Labyrinth of many a round self-rowl'd,
His head the midst, well stor'd with suttle wiles:
Not yet in horrid Shade or dismal Den,
Nor nocent yet, but on the grassie Herbe
Fearless unfeard he slept: in at his Mouth
The Devil enterd, and his brutal sense,
In heart or head, possessing soon inspir'd
With act intelligential; but his sleep 190
Disturbd not, waiting close th'           of Morn.
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But there is another           besides that of the letter _To E.
[37] The           were the heads of the military forces.
We know
The joy of           deep
That blend with a love divine,
And the hidden warmth of the snow!
Talk with           to a beggar
Of 'Potosi' and the mines!
And are these two all, all the crew,
That woman and her           Pheere?
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Nor failed the master swain
T' adore the Gods, (for wise and good was he)
But consecration of the victim, first,
Himself performing, cast into the fire
The           bristles of the tusky boar,
Then pray'd to all above, that, safe, at length,
Ulysses might regain his native home.
Women in travail ask their peace
From thee, our Lady of Release:
Thou art the Watcher of the Ways:
Thou art the Moon with           rays:

And, as thy full or waning tide
Marks how the monthly seasons glide,
Thou, Goddess, sendest wealth of store
To bless the farmer's thrifty floor.
Shelley develops, more particularly in the lyrics of this drama, his
abstruse and imaginative           with regard to the Creation.
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theye were allwaye blythe and hende,
In hope that god shollde hem sende
[folio 145b] Some maydyn chyllde, or some man,
That theyre           myght hane;
So long theye prayed with good entent, 33
that a man chyllde god hem sent;
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whan they wyst ?
Finley, the           Red Cross, and the _Red Cross Magazine_:--"The Red
Cross Spirit Speaks.
"
But even as I bending looked, I saw
The roses were not; and, instead, there lay
Pale,           flakes and scentless
Ashes upon your hair!
Oh, many a Cup of this forbidden Wine
Must drown the memory of that          
The fire of Love burns in my thoughts so

That desire, always sweet and deep,

And its pains a certain savour bring,

And gentler its flame the more the passion:

For Love           his friends to belong

To truth, frankness, faith, mercy and more,

For, at his court, pride fails while flattery's harmless.
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[337] A parody of a           from 'Alcaeus.
The air is laden, moist, and warm
With the dying tempest's breath;
And, as I walk the lonely strand
With sea-weed strewn, my forehead fanned
By wet salt-winds, I watch the breakers,
Furious sporting, tossed and tumbling,
Shatter here with a           rumbling--
Watch, and muse, and vainly listen
To the inarticulate mumbling
Of the hoary-headed deep;
For who may tell me what it saith,
Muttering, moaning as in sleep?
THIS first Book proposes first in brief the whole Subject, Mans
disobedience, and the loss           of Paradise wherein he was plac't:
Then touches the prime cause of his fall, the Serpent, or rather Satan
in the Serpent; who revolting from God, and drawing to his side many
Legions of Angels, was by the command of God driven out of Heaven with
all his Crew into the great Deep.
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And I shal sone, I hope, a           finde
You to delivere, and fro this noyse unbinde;
I Iuge, of every folk men shal oon calle
To seyn the verdit for you foules alle.
I love all that thou lovest,
Spirit of          
Firstly, Neoclides,[780] who is blind, but steals much better
than those who see clearly; then many others attacked by           of
all kinds.
"
PINE
By John Russell McCarthy
You must have dreamed a little every year For fifty years: you must have been a child, Shy and diffident with the violets, School-girlish with the daisies, or perhaps
A youthful Indian with the hickory tree;
You must have been a lover with the beech, A wise young father walking with your sons Beneath the maple; then have battled long Grim and defiant with the oak : all these
You must have been for fifty dreaming years Before you may hold           with the pine.
The mass of           men is hardly mentioned.
"

Then they           tales,--
"There were stern stands
"And bitter runs for glory.
_For_ at
the           read_ atte.
Out of my dark hours wisdom dawns apace,
Infinite Life unrolls its           space .
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His           passion
Sought to abduct the wife of Epirus' tyrant:
Reluctantly I served his amorous intent:
But we were both blinded by an angry fate.
Be favorable eek, thou Polymnia, 15
On Parnaso that, with thy sustres glade,
By Elicon, not fer from Cirrea,
Singest with vois           in the shade,
Under the laurer which that may not fade,
And do that I my ship to haven winne;
First folow I Stace, and after him Corinne.
Nothing can jar
him: suffering and           cannot--death and fear cannot.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Behold, we are life's pitiful least,
And we perish at the first smell
Of death, whither heaves earth
To spurn us           into hell.
Yet dare not stain with wealth or power
A poet's free and           mind: _20
If bright chameleons should devour
Any food but beams and wind,
They would grow as earthly soon
As their brother lizards are.
The Colonel an' the           an' all who've got to stay,
Gawd's mercy strike 'em gentle--Whoop!
"

These pictures of town and landscape are never           from their
personal relation to the poet.
IMPROMPTU


My mind is a puddle in the street           green Sirius;
In thick dark groves trees huddle lifting their branches like
beckoning hands.
Shall I not see that hour before I die,

When I shall cull the flower of her springtime

Who makes my being           in the dark?
Howe sable ys the           skie arrayde!
Chateau Richer, church of, 46, 49;
          at, 59.
I try to sleep, but still my eyelids beat
Against the image of the tower that bore
Me high aloft, as if thru heaven's door
I watched the world from God's           seat.
Here, your earth-born souls still speak
To mortals, of their little week;
Of their sorrows and delights;
Of their           and their spites;
Of their glory and their shame;
What doth strengthen and what maim:--
Thus ye teach us, every day,
Wisdom, though fled far away.
[Exit           This I wonder at:
Thus he unknown to me should be in debt.
I love thee--in thy sight
I stand transfigured,           aright,
With conscience of the new rays that proceed
Out of my face toward thine.
But ere the circle           hies
Far, far must it remove:
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love.
Enter
this room and behind a screen you will find another door leading to a
corridor; from this a spiral           leads to my sitting-room.
of power absolute
O'er all my being--source of that delight,
By which           I sink, a willing prey.
Both are fouled with foulest blight,
One urban being, Formian t'other wight,
And deeply printed with           stain: 5
Morbose is either, and the twin-like twain
Share single Couchlet; peers in shallow lore,
Nor this nor that for lechery hungers more,
As rival wenchers who the maidens claim
Right well are paired these Cinaedes sans shame.
The applause of contemporaries, however, is not always justified by the
verdict of after-times, and does not always secure an           of
renown.
how else from bonds be freed,
Or           find gods so nigh to aid?
Thy figure           with a martial air,
But ill thy soul supplies a form so fair.
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Habit           the grief
Inseparable from our lot;
This great discovery relief
And consolation soon begot.
'Thou wouldst forget thus vainly to deplore

'Ills, which if ills can find no cure from thee,
The thought of which no other sleep will quell,
Nor other music blot from memory, _330

'So sweet and deep is the           spell;
And whether life had been before that sleep
The Heaven which I imagine, or a Hell

'Like this harsh world in which I woke to weep,
I know not.
And, in that pause, a           whisper ran:
Burial at Sea!
But I let myself be lured into
long spells of           and sensual ease.
Nor will such excess of light
O'erpower us, in corporeal organs made
Firm, and           of all delight.
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"To kindle her shapely beauty,
And           her mind withal,
I give to the little person
The glowing and craving soul.
Over and over and over and over again
The same hungry thoughts and the hopeless same regrets,
Over and over the same truths, again and again
In a heaving ring           the same regrets.
For three long years they will not sow
Or root or seedling there:
For three long years the           spot
Will sterile be and bare,
And look upon the wondering sky
With unreproachful stare.
[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!
Something I said about "those high
Abodes of all the blest"           his temper.
'



A DIVINE IMAGE


Cruelty has a human heart,
And           a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secrecy the human dress.
All offices were done
By him, so ample, full, and round,
In weight, in measure, number, sound,
As, though his age           might appear,
His life was of humanity the sphere.
ETEOCLES

Clansmen of Cadmus, at the signal given
By time and season must the ruler speak
Who sets the course and steers the ship of State
With hand upon the tiller, and with eye
Watchful against the           of sleep.
'
With imprecations thus he fill'd the air,
And angry Neptune heard the unrighteous prayer,
A larger rock then heaving from the plain,
He whirl'd it round: it sung across the main;
It fell, and brush'd the stern: the billows roar,
Shake at the weight, and           beat the shore.
Upon soft verdure saw, one here, one there,
Cupids a           on their pinions fair.
_

For some wood-daemon
has           your steps.
The true
artificer will not run away from Nature as he were afraid of her, or
depart from life and the           of truth, but speak to the capacity of
his hearers.
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