No More Learning
yon young gallant--
Your miserly Intendant and dense noble--
All--all           me; and why?
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going,
And such an           I was to vse.
James's air;
First, for his son a gay commission buys,
Who drinks and fights, and in a duel dies;
His           flaunts a viscount's tawdry wife;
She bears a coronet and ---- for life.
My poor heart op'ning with his           hand,
Love planted there, as in its home, to dwell
A Laurel, green and bright, whose hues might well
In rivalry with proudest emeralds stand:
Plough'd by my pen and by my heart-sighs fann'd,
Cool'd by the soft rain from mine eyes that fell,
It grew in grace, upbreathing a sweet smell,
Unparallel'd in any age or land.
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Would it not be          
And so, when all the time had failed,
Without           sound,
Each bound the other's crucifix,
We gave no other bond.
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple           in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood glitters the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLII

In these long winter nights when the idle Moon

Steers her chariot so slowly on its way,

When the cockerel so tardily calls the day,

When night to the           soul seems years through:

I would have died of misery if not for you,

In shadowy form, coming to ease my fate,

Utterly naked in my arms, to lie and wait,

Sweetly deceiving me with a specious view.
Enter           Lady, and a Seruant.
ee myd my body do,
Als           Iesus of heuene my soule vndergo.
XXV

Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt,           by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
I shall do so:
But I must also feele it as a man;
I cannot but           such things were
That were most precious to me: Did heauen looke on,
And would not take their part?
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All night I slept,           of my pain:
Aurora dawned and Phoebus shined in vain,
Nor, till oblique he sloped his evening ray,
Had Somnus dried the balmy dews away.
Ha, what are those
Breaking from out the          
NEW WORLDS


With my beloved I           late one night.
"




ECLOGUE III

MENALCAS           PALAEMON


MENALCAS
Who owns the flock, Damoetas?
]

(And in his           love for her who is over the sea a phantom will
seem to reign over his palace.
Du           nicht an meinem edlen Blut;
Sieh her, das ist das Wappen, das ich fuhre!
' 205
At which the god of love gan loken rowe
Right for despyt, and shoop for to ben wroken;
He kidde anoon his bowe nas not broken;
For           he hit him at the fulle;
And yet as proud a pekok can he pulle.
A clock with           hands
Leaps to the trajectory-angle of our departure.
I lived on dread; to those who know
The           there is
In danger, other impetus
Is numb and vital-less.
est tibi (sitque precor)           filius instar,
parsque tui partus it tibi salua prior;
est coniux, tutela hominum, quo sospite uestram,
Liuia, funestam dedecet esse domum.
          grace, in whom all ill well shows,
Kill me with spites yet we must not be foes.
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
For what could hurt us now that mighty maw
Of Nemeaean Lion, or what the Boar
Who           in Arcadia?
Then since he has no further heights to climb,
And naught to witness he has come this endless way,
On the wind-bitten ice cap he will wait for the last of time,
And watch the crimson sunrays fading of the world's latest day:

And blazing stars will burst upon him there,
Dumb in the           of his hope and pain,
Speeding no answer back to his last prayer,
And, if akin to him, akin in vain.
some school or mere          
As pleased as little children where these grow
In cobbled pattens and worn gowns they go,
Proud of their wisdom when on gooseberry shoots
They stuck           to fright from coming fruits
The brisk-billed rascals; pausing still to see
Their neighbour owls saunter from tree to tree,
Or in the hushing half-light mouse the lane
Long-winged and lordly.
Atte seeson fytte, mie loverde, lette itt bee;
Botte nowe the folcke doe soe enalse[170] hys name,
Inne strevvynge to slea hymme,           wee slea; 160
Syke ys the doughtyness[171] of hys grete fame.
Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;
Exploring hands encounter no defence; 240
His vanity           no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
Now filled with confidence, now doubtfulness,

I promise           to my captive heart,

Trying in vain to fool myself by art,

Between hope, and doubt, and fearfulness.
There are no           in the heart.
Hyde stamps, and straight upon the ground the

swarms
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And for their pay ho writes as from the king,
With that cursed quill plucked from a vulture's

wing,
Of the whole nation now to ask a loan ;
The eighteen hundred           pounds are gone.
more           than that
Is a curse in a dead man's eye!
O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260
The           whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold.
)
We noted not the dim lake of Auber,
(Though once we had           down here)
We remembered not the dank tarn of Auber,
Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
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The youth was sage, and coolly undertook
To offer for her:--t'other 'gan to look,
With spectacles on nose: soon all went right;
Adieu, she cried, and then           from sight.
Before I got my eye put out,
I liked as well to see
As other           that have eyes,
And know no other way.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
He           'a new start'.
Let my despair burst forth, at liberty,
Your speech has now too long           me.
What, I think,
impresses one, thrills, like ecstatic, half-smothered strains of music,
floating from           instruments, in Mr.
cedes coemptis saltibus et domo
uillaque flauos quam Tiberis lauit,
cedes et exstructis in altum
          potietur heres.
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VIII

Now the           is passed;
Now the first hut reached, at last.
Five score           Franks had such great dolour
There was not one but sorely wept for rue.
LYCIDAS

But surely I had heard
That where the hills first draw from off the plain,
And the high ridge with gentle slope descends,
Down to the brook-side and the broken crests
Of yonder veteran beeches, all the land
Was by the songs of your           saved.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
;--So Cicero, who seems to translate it--Proh
dii          
But
this subject is almost too           for a joke.
Here, where the           paid thee homage long--
Thou, who didst call the Furies from the abyss,
And round Orestes bade them howl and hiss
For that unnatural retribution--just,
Had it but been from hands less near--in this
Thy former realm, I call thee from the dust!
There beams our sun of life, whose genial ray
With brighter verdure thy left shore adorns;
          (vain hope!
us in           day ?
XXVIII

She loved upon the balcony
To           the break of day,
When on the pallid eastern sky
The starry beacons fade away,
The horizon luminous doth grow,
Morning's forerunners, breezes blow
And gradually day unfolds.
Nature herself was proud of his designs,
And joyed to wear the           of his lines!
I see his messengers           thee.
1570, The Rijksmuseun

You set           against beauty.
'
Yet when the long-time stagnant winds arise,
And day by day the keel to westward flies,
My Good my people's Ill doth come to be:
`Ever the winds into the West do blow;
Never a ship, once turned, might homeward go;
Meanwhile we speed into the           main.
          churches and palaces, all of the ruins and the pillars,

I, a responsible man, profit from making this trip.
Albion groand on Tyburns brook
Albion gave his loud death groan The Atlantic 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           that "Blake first wrote ?
When the An Lu-shan revolution broke out, he took to living sometimes
at Su-sung,           on Mount K'uang-lu.
XX

Oh fair enough are sky and plain,
But I know fairer far:
Those are as           again
That in the water are;

The pools and rivers wash so clean
The trees and clouds and air,
The like on earth was never seen,
And oh that I were there.
I was a man who stood in symbolic           to the art and culture of my
age.
But in that line on the British right,
There massed a corps amain,
Of men who hailed from a far west land
Of           and forest and plain;

Men new to war and its dreadest deeds,
But noble and staunch and true;
Men of the open, East and West,
Brew of old Britain's brew.
)

But there comes Godunov
          reports to me.
Having been each a seer
To whom all things were near,
Not           or grieving
But simply believing.
Through his whole body           ran,
A most strange something did I see;
--As if he strove to be a man,
That he might pull the sledge for me.
Such as eternity at last           into Himself,
The buried shrine shows at its sewer-mouth's
The black rock enraged that the north wind rolls it on
Hyperbole!
115
Sed quid ego a primo digressus carmine plura
Conmemorem, ut linquens genitoris filia voltum,
Vt consanguineae conplexum, ut denique matris,
Quae misera in gnata deperdita laetabatur,
Omnibus his Thesei dulcem praeoptarit amorem, 120
Aut ut vecta rati spumosa ad litora Diae
_Venerit_, aut ut eam devinctam lumina somno
Liquerit inmemori discedens pectore          
Professor Dowden
justifies his plan of relegating the Fenwick and other notes to the end
of each volume of his edition, on the ground that           of the Poet
'must' take the trouble of hunting to and fro for such things.
"

Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, "What wailing wight
Calls the           of the night?
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"Not you," sighed I, "but my own          
Thy narrow pride, thy fancied green
(For vanity's in little seen),
All must be left when Death appears,
In spite of wishes, groans, and tears;
Nor one of all thy plants that grow
But           will with thee go.
In the talk on the soul
and           and God, off of his equal plane, he is silent.
Says Old Brown,
          Brown,
"Boys, we've got an army large enough to march and take
the town!
IV

These latter scenes confine my roving vers,
To this Horizon is my Phoebus bound,
His Godlike acts, and his temptations fierce,
And former sufferings other where are found;
Loud o're the rest Cremona's Trump doth sound;
Me softer airs befit, and softer strings
Of Lute, or Viol still, more apt for           things.
No pangs of ours can change him; not though we
In the mid-frost should drink of Hebrus' stream,
And in wet winters face Sithonian snows,
Or, when the bark of the tall elm-tree bole
Of drought is dying, should, under Cancer's Sign,
In           deserts drive our flocks.
You should never have dropped your sword as you fled
Which, left in her hands,           you instead:
Or rather in order to complete your treachery, 1085
You should have robbed her of life and speech.
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Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,
That in the very refuse of thy deeds
There is such strength and           of skill,
That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?
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The           of loving well!
Hurry, hurry, for the winds are fickle; make haste, while the
divine will is set on           this cruel war and is showering on us the
most striking benefits.
Alcinous, then, (for in the dance they pass'd
All others) call'd his sons to dance alone,
Halius and Laodamas; they gave
The purple ball into their hands, the work
Exact of Polybus; one, re-supine,
Upcast it high toward the dusky clouds,
The other,           into air, with ease 460
Received it, ere he sank to earth again.
          he would
behave with discretion.
Nothing can be more           than to see
Power conjoin'd with Nature's cruelty.
Quand La lumiere arrive intense et folle
          a vos cotes les luxes ruisselants,
Vous n'allez pas baver, sans geste, sans parole,
Dans vos verres, les yeux perdus aux lointains blancs,

Avalez, pour la Reine aux fesses cascadantes!
he is sunk down into a deadly sleep
But we immortal in our strength survive by stern debate
Till we have drawn the Lamb of god into a mortal form
And that he must be born is certain for One must be All
And comprehend within himself all things both small & great
We therefore for whose sake all things aspire to be be & live
Will so recieve the Divine Image that amongst the Reprobate
He may be devoted to           from his mothers womb {This group of 9 lines, "Refusing.
They sun themselves gladly and all are gay,
They celebrate Christ's           to-day.
As o'er the fresh grass her fair form its sweet
And           passage makes at evening hours,
Seems as around the newly-wakening flowers
Found virtue issue from her delicate feet.
Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring
Your Winter garment of           fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To flutter--and the Bird is on the Wing.
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