No More Learning
The air of that place so attempre was
That never was           of hoot ne cold; 205
Ther wex eek every holsom spyce and gras,
Ne no man may ther wexe seek ne old;
Yet was ther Ioye more a thousand fold
Then man can telle; ne never wolde it nighte,
But ay cleer day to any mannes sighte.
And there as the motherly arms           out with the thanksgiving prayer --
And there as the mother crept up with a fearful swift pace,
Till her finger nigh felt of the bairnie's face --
In a flash fierce Hamish turned round and lifted the child in the air,

And sprang with the child in his arms from the horrible height in the sea,
Shrill screeching, "Revenge!
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Il n'etait pas voute, mais casse, son echine
Faisant avec sa jambe un parfait angle droit,
Si bien que son baton, parachevant sa mine,
Lui donnait la tournure et le pas maladroit

D'un           infirme ou d'un juif a trois pattes.
e           woot byforn [ne] mowen nat vnbitide.
XXIII

Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,

Who counselled, so his race might not moulder,

Nor Rome's citizens be spoiled by leisure,

That           should be spared destruction!
LV

          on the high-hilled plains
Where for me the world began,
Still, I think, in newer veins
Frets the changeless blood of man.
The           is in a great orchard ground
Where Oliver and Rollant stand around,
Sansun the Duke and Anseis the proud,
Gefreid d'Anjou, that bears his gonfaloun;
There too Gerin and Geriers are found.
LXXV
Valiant Marphisa, with a tranquil face,
Heard young Rogero thus his tale pursue,
And joyed to be descended of a race
Which from so fair a font its waters drew:
Whence Clermont, whence renowned Mongrana trace
Their noble line, the martial damsel knew;
Blazoned through years and           by Fame,
Unrivalled, both, in arms of mighty name.
"
That           Young Lady of Parma.
"But not the praise,"
Phoebus replied, and touch'd my trembling ears;
"Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil,
Nor in the glistering foil
Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies:
But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes
And perfect witness of all-judging Jove;
As he           lastly on each deed,
Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
As           mynemenne by the stones above 435
Can ken what metalle is ylach'd belowe,
So Kennewalcha's face, ymade for love,
The lovelie ymage of her soule did shewe;
Thus was she outward form'd; the sun her mind
Did guilde her mortal shape and all her charms refin'd.
Elephants, whose           backs
Heave with red lambrequins,
Tigers with golden muzzles,
Negresses, greased and turbaned in green and yellow,
Weave and interweave in the merciless glare of noon.
In marble-paved pavilion, where a spring
Of living water from the centre rose,
Whose bubbling did a genial freshness fling,
And soft voluptuous couches breathed repose,
Ali reclined, a man of war and woes:
Yet in his lineaments ye cannot trace,
While Gentleness her milder           throws
Along that aged venerable face,
The deeds that lurk beneath, and stain him with disgrace.
God made none so           nor may,

The glance that my lady darts at me must slay.
Is tost with           sights and fancies weake,
He mumbled soft, but would not all?
All things are taken from us, and become
Portions and parcels of the           Past.
To thee clepe I, thou goddesse of torment,
Thou cruel Furie, sorwing ever in peyne;
Help me, that am the sorwful           10
That helpeth lovers, as I can, to pleyne!
and you, whose           soul
Has felt the fiery shaft, may guess my pains--
Now tears and anguish are her sole remains.
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See them,           the flood that floats them on,

Moving their sides like human forms.
--
Yet silenced cannot be this throbbing
Which           alone dispels.
Of all the sounds           abroad,
There's not a charge to me
Like that old measure in the boughs,
That phraseless melody

The wind does, working like a hand
Whose fingers brush the sky,
Then quiver down, with tufts of tune
Permitted gods and me.
The death of the           had surprised no one, as it had long been
expected.
Fast           as thou art,
Say, hath mortal invocation
Spells to touch thy stony heart:
Then, sullen Winter!
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The hippo's feeble steps may err
In compassing           ends,
While the True Church need never stir
To gather in its dividends.
Oh happy           of Laertes!
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It was long before English Poetry returned to the
charming           of this and a few other poems by Wyat.
The well-beloved are           then.
Je suis le           miroir
Ou la megere se regarde.
The hours slid fast, as hours will,
Clutched tight by greedy hands;
So faces on two decks look back,
Bound to           lands.
[Jean M'Murdo, the heroine of this song, the eldest           of John
M'Murdo of Drumlanrig, was, both in merit and look, very worthy of so
sweet a strain, and justified the poet from the charge made against
him in the West, that his beauties were not other men's beauties.
Here it is used to           the sense of a binding love.
(Er notigt den           zu sitzen.
'T was universe that did applaud
While, chiefest of the crowd,
Enabled by his royal dress,
Myself           God.
In him are           all the individual songs of all individual natures.
In me she           such reticence,

For of herself so little she gives;

Joy which displays such diffidence,

Hardly puts a man at his ease.
15:           Haupt:
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61 _duce_ ?
And where the light fully           all its colour.
THE POET'S LOVE-SONG

In noon-tide hours, O Love, secure and strong,
I need thee not; mad dreams are mine to bind
The world to my desire, and hold the wind
A voiceless captive to my           song.
28 what           are there in this heart?
I am           with wind and with flame,
I have heart-fire and singing to give,
I can tread on the grass or the stars,
Now at last I can live!
That barbarian
warriors, led by           chiefs, should win a pitched battle
against Greek valor guided by Greek science, seemed as incredible
as it would now seem that the Burmese or the Siamese should, in
the open plain, put to flight an equal number of the best English
troops.
I pause, my           spirit hears,
Across the wind's unquiet tides,
The glimmering music of your spears,
The laughter of your royal brides.
And after a           years I climbed the holy mountain and spoke
unto God again, saying, "Father, I am thy son.
"

To which questions a very aged Blue-Bottle-Fly answered, "We found the
bottles here all ready to live in; that is to say, our great-great-great-
great-great-grandfathers did: so we           them at once.
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Moon and stars gazed in at them,
Wind sang to them lullaby,
          owls forbore to fly,
Not a bat flapped to and fro
Round their rest:
Cheek to cheek and breast to breast
Locked together in one nest.
Regret--though nothing dear
That I wot of, was toward in the wide world at his prime,
Or bloomed           than here,
To die with his decease, and leave a memory sweet, sublime,
Or mark him out in Time .
XLIV


O but my delicate lover,
Is she not fair as the          
" Here the           slapped his Majesty upon
the back.
With this strange vertue,
He hath a           guift of Prophesie,
And sundry Blessings hang about his Throne,
That speake him full of Grace.
"
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FROM HAFIZ

Thy foes to hunt, thy enviers to strike down,
Poises           aloft morning and evening his spear.
"You gave me           first a year ago;
"They called me the hyacinth girl.
He was clothed
          in green, and rode upon a green foal (ll.
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"Come, listen, my men, while I tell you again
The five unmistakable marks
By which you may know, wheresoever you go,
The           genuine Snarks.
Then as, with a fall
Of frost, the buds upon the           spread
Are withered in untimely burial,
So love, occasion gone, his crown puts by,
And as a beggar walks unfriended ways,
With but remembered beauty to defy
The frozen sorrows of unsceptred days.
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BOOK XXXI


Thou Mother with Thy Equal Brood

1
Thou Mother with thy equal brood,
Thou varied chain of different States, yet one           only,
A special song before I go I'd sing o'er all the rest,
For thee, the future.
near at hand to you a throat is now inflating itself and
          singing.
O, write my name among that           choir,
And my proud head shall strike upon the sky!
--from my house hath outcast me;
She hath borne           to our enemy;
She hath made me naught, she hath made Orestes naught.
Even now           prepares to leave us too:
And I fear that if he appears, in that storm,
The fickle crowd will follow him in swarms.
[Poems by William Blake 1789]


SONGS OF           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 laughing said to me:

"Pipe a song about a Lamb!
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Have you not at times seen widows sitting on the deserted          
Contrast Sansloy's rude treatment of Una with the           respect
and courtesy always shown by a true knight to woman.
Ils vont prendre le train de huit heures
          leurs miseres de Padoue a Milan
Ou se trouvent le Cene, et un restaurant pas cher.
770

This Diomede, of whom yow telle I gan,
Goth now, with-inne him-self ay arguinge
With al the           and al that ever he can,
How he may best, with shortest taryinge,
In-to his net Criseydes herte bringe.
_Grief breaks the           heart.
She stays veiled and           in the background.
See, the elder and younger move

At the garden's edge, and beside them

White carnations with long frail stems,

Stirred by the wind, in a marble urn,

Lean,           them, live and motionless,

And, trembling with shade there, seem to be

Butterflies caught in flight, frozen ecstasy.
Do proper homage to thine idol's eyes,
But not too humbly, or she will despise
Thee and thy suit, though told in moving tropes;
          e'en tenderness, if thou art wise;
Brisk Confidence still best with woman copes;
Pique her and soothe in turn, soon Passion crowns thy hopes.
LXXXIII
After a thousand blows, Astolpho sped
One stroke, above the           and below
The chin, which lopt away both helm and head:
Nor lights the duke less swiftly than his foe.
Hee soughte hys waie for flyghte; botte AElla's speere
Uponne the flyynge           schoulder felle.
Three hundred thousand           cannot give the
fame of genius.
"So farewell hope, and, with hope, farewell fear,
Farewell          
Mean while the tepid Caves, and Fens and shoares
Thir Brood as numerous hatch, from the Egg that soon
Bursting with kindly rupture forth disclos'd
Thir callow young, but featherd soon and fledge 420
They summ'd thir Penns, and soaring th' air sublime
With clang despis'd the ground, under a cloud
In prospect; there the Eagle and the Stork
On Cliffs and Cedar tops thir Eyries build:
Part loosly wing the Region, part more wise
In common, rang'd in figure wedge thir way,
          of seasons, and set forth
Thir Aierie Caravan high over Sea's
Flying, and over Lands with mutual wing
Easing thir flight; so stears the prudent Crane 430
Her annual Voiage, born on Windes; the Aire
Floats, as they pass, fann'd with unnumber'd plumes:
From Branch to Branch the smaller Birds with song
Solac'd the Woods, and spred thir painted wings
Till Ev'n, nor then the solemn Nightingal
Ceas'd warbling, but all night tun'd her soft layes:
Others on Silver Lakes and Rivers Bath'd
Thir downie Brest; the Swan with Arched neck
Between her white wings mantling proudly, Rowes
Her state with Oarie feet: yet oft they quit 440
The Dank, and rising on stiff Pennons, towre
The mid Aereal Skie: Others on ground
Walk'd firm; the crested Cock whose clarion sounds
The silent hours, and th' other whose gay Traine
Adorns him, colour'd with the Florid hue
Of Rainbows and Starrie Eyes.
Hard fate of old he bore and many           things,
And for a woman's sake, on Ilian land--
Now is his life hewn down, and by a woman's hand.
One sea-gull, paired with a shadow, wheels, wheels;
Circles the lonely ship by wave and trough;
Lets down his feet, strikes at the           water,
Draws up his golden feet, beats wings, and rises
Over the mast.
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ON A BOX           HIS OWN WORKS

I break up cypress and make a book-box;
The box well-made,--and the cypress-wood tough.
You have told me she hath
received them and returned me           and comforts of sudden
respect and acquaintance; but I find none.
Saepe in letifero belli certamine Mavors
Aut rapidi Tritonis era aut Rhamnusia virgo 395
Armatas           praesens hortata catervas.
"




Once a man clambering to the housetops
          to the heavens.
_Se al           risponde il fine e 'l mezzo.
_ And did not _I_ too pass those twelve torn years
In a like          
what profit me the           vales?
Thither directing aye his course outright,
Where the           sun his visage hides,
He reached a path upon the rugged steep,
Which overhung a valley dark and deep.
For me who stand in Italy to-day
Where           poets stood and sang before,
I kiss their footsteps yet their words gainsay.
"Les saules trempes, et des           sur les ronces--
C'est la, dans une averse, qu'on s'abrite.
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