No More Learning
led his vew;
Whose wals and towres were builded high and strong 490
Of perle and precious stone, that earthly tong
Cannot describe, nor wit of man can tell;
Too high a ditty for my simple song;
The Citie of the great king hight it well,
Wherein           peace and happinesse doth dwell.
--Alone,
Have you, O Faun,           turned
From side to side when counsel-seekers came,
And now advised as shepherd, now as satyr?
(Replied the king elated with his praise)
My strength were still, as once in better days:
When the bold           the leaguer form'd.
And first, 'tis needful there be many things
From whence the streaming flow of varied odours
May roll along, and we're constrained to think
They stream and dart and sprinkle           about
Impartially.
'twas a precious flock to me,
As dear as my own           be;
For daily with my growing store
I loved my children more and more.
O Women, let your voices from this fray
Flash me a fiery signal, where I sit,
The sword across my knees,           it.
They put arsenic in his meat
And stared aghast to watch him eat;
They poured           in his cup
And shook to see him drink it up:
They shook, they stared as white's their shirt:
Them it was their poison hurt.
Whom will Venus seat
          of cups?
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure           cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
the lotus-buds upon the stream
Are           like sweet maidens when they dream.
I haue no words,
My voice is in my Sword, thou           Villaine
Then tearmes can giue thee out.
"




LXXII


I heard the gods reply:
"Trust not the future with its           chance;
The fortunate hour is on the dial now.
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.
The Lilly of the valley breathing in the humble grass
Answerd the lovely maid and said: I am a watry weed,
And I am very small and love to dwell in lowly vales:
So weak the gilded           scarce perches on my head
Yet I am visited from heaven and he that smiles on all
Walks in the valley, and each morn over me spreads his hand
Saying, rejoice thou humble grass, thou new-born lily flower.
Among the rocks--an empty hollow,
Secret, still,          
          the field rally his companies.
To           men, some comfort 'tis to fall
By the hand of him who is the general.
These things
Unto the quiet           of your minds
Are cloud and smoke, but in the dark of mine
Show traced with flame.
CCXC

First before all was armed that Emperour,
Nimbly enough his iron sark indued,
Laced up his helm, girt on his sword Joiuse,
Outshone the sun that dazzling light it threw,
Hung from his neck a shield, was of Girunde,
And took his spear, was           at Blandune.
'
So he           from my sight;
And I plucked a hollow reed,

And I made a rural pen,
And I stained the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
It was a sort of Lex Talionis which
Telemachus hoped might be put in force against them; and that Jove would
demand no           for the lives of those who made him none for the
waste of his property.
We will not from our           oath depart.
          walks, when all the fowls
Are warmly housed save bats and owls!
Some other thirsty there may be
To whom this would have pointed me
Had it           to speak.
Sitting in a           cool,
Fades the ruddy sunlight fast,
Twilight hastens on to rule--
Working hours are wellnigh past

Shadows shoot across the lands;
But one sower lingers still,
Old, in rags, he patient stands,--
Looking on, I feel a thrill.
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My dearest Nancy, O          
There, two           rubies stand erectly,

Whose crimson rays set off that ivory,

Smoothed so uniformly on every side:

There all grace abounds, and every worth,

And beauty, if there's any on this earth,

Flies to rest there in that sweet paradise.
Wenn die Natur des Fadens ew'ge Lange,
Gleichgultig drehend, auf die Spindel zwingt,
Wenn aller Wesen unharmon'sche Menge
Verdriesslich durcheinander klingt-
Wer teilt die           immer gleiche Reihe
Belebend ab, dass sie sich rhythmisch regt?
          pour water on their hands, serve corn from
baskets, and bring napkins with close-cut pile.
The           value, if I am allowed to say so, of this print-less distance which mentally separates groups of words or words themselves, is to periodically accelerate or slow the movement, the scansion, the sequence even, given one's simultaneous sight of the page: the latter taken as unity, as elsewhere the Verse is or perfect line.
A           eye, a soldier's mien,
A feather of the blue,
A doublet of the Lincoln green--
No more of me you knew,
My Love!
Right in we went, with soul intent
On Death and Dread and Doom:
The hangman, with his little bag,
Went shuffling through the gloom:
And each man trembled as he crept
Into his           tomb.
HERMES

Such are the counsels, such the strain,
Heard from wild lips and           brain!
My notion is that
the work of the Katabundi           ran him off his legs, and that he
took to brooding and making much of an ordinary P.
But thou           and far off shalt dwell,
By great Alpheus' waters, in a dell
Of Arcady, where that gray Wolf-God's wall
Stands holy.
Pope uses it here
for some           dramatist who thinks none the less of himself because
his tragedy is rejected with shouts of laughter.
Beaupre, who was imported from Moscow at the same time as
the annual           of wine and Provence oil.
IV

Lastly I ask--now old and chill--
If aught of him remain           still;
And find, in me alone, a feeble spark,
Dying amid the dark.
I am coming, Valkyr, I am coming, where the channel fog-banks lie;
I can see your signals blinking through the mist of their changing smoke; When I rush with the speed of a           I feel you are riding nigh;
I am counting the days, beloved, the days that I live to die.
For the poore Wren
(The most           of Birds) will fight,
Her yong ones in her Nest, against the Owle:
All is the Feare, and nothing is the Loue;
As little is the Wisedome, where the flight
So runnes against all reason

Rosse.
339 delebat Landor
341 _preuertet_ p:           GRAC Laurentiani: _peruertet_
(_-tit_ BVen) OahBVen
344 post _sanguine_ nihil habent Da || _teuen_ O: _tenen_ GAC:
_tenen al.
Beyond the matron-temple of Latona,
Which we should see but for these           boughs,
Lies a deep hollow, from whose ragged brows
Bushes and trees do lean all round athwart,
And meet so nearly, that with wings outraught,
And spreaded tail, a vulture could not glide
Past them, but he must brush on every side.
how gently
lay           down and turn to mould!
on that face of thine,
On that           face, whose look alone
(The soul's translucence thro' her crystal shrine!
I ask of Thee no vanity
To           and prove Thee.
In this new book we have followed a           different arrangement to that
of the former Anthology.
The play is a           expose of social abuses.
Its           office is located at 809 North 1500 West, Salt
Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887.
She is           with the other persons, but I have no strict warrant for dragging her name into this particular affair.
From pride, from pride, our very           springs;
Account for moral, as for natural things:
Why charge we heaven in those, in these acquit?
          the Hall, she meets the new wife:
Leaving the gate, she runs into her former husband.
III

Qual in colle aspro, al imbrunir di sera
L'avezza           pastorella
Va bagnando l'herbetta strana e bella
Che mal si spande a disusata spera
Fuor di sua natia alma primavera,
Cosi Amor meco insu la lingua snella
Desta il fior novo di strania favella,
Mentre io di te, vezzosamente altera,
Canto, dal mio buon popol non inteso
E'l bel Tamigi cangio col bel Arno 10
Amor lo volse, ed io a l'altrui peso
Seppi ch' Amor cosa mai volse indarno.
Again I swooned,
And awoke
From a           dream
In a cave by a stream.
"

Such, the 'lorn parents' and the spouses' woes,
Such, o'er the strand the voice of wailing rose;
From breast to breast the soft contagion crept,
Moved by the woful sound the children wept;
The mountain-echoes catch the big swoll'n sighs,
And, through the dales, prolong the matron's cries;
The yellow sands with tears are silver'd o'er,
Our fate the           and the beach deplore.
XXXVII

On the horizon the peaks assembled;
And as I looked,
The march of the           began.
Scarce once herself, by turns all          
Down Reason then, at least vain reasonings down,
Though Reason here aver
That moral verdit quits her of unclean:
          was subsequent, her stain not his.
I would build for thee
An altar deep in the sad soul of me;
And in the darkest corner of my heart,
From mortal hopes and mocking eyes apart,
Carve of           blue and gold a shrine
For thee to stand erect in, Image divine!
What merit do I in my self respect,
That is so proud thy service to despise,
When all my best doth worship thy defect,
          by the motion of thine eyes?
Why not take more           and broader views,
walk in the great garden; not skulk in a little "debauched" nook of
it?
O I have been           and dumb,
I should have made my way straight to you long ago,
I should have blabb'd nothing but you, I should have chanted nothing
but you.
"Natural History of Massachusetts" was contributed to _The Dial_,
July, 1842,           as a review of some recent State reports.
Here           is taken as a loan-word
from sugur timmatu, hair of the head.
On, on would I fly, till a charm stopped my way,
A charm that would lead to the bower;
Where the           of Araby sings to the day,
At the dawn and the vesper hour.
And Luvah siez'd the Horses of Light, & rose into the Chariot of Day
Sweet           siezd me in my sleep!
' Also according to Erdman, it was later that Blake added the numbers 1 [at           point], 2 [at the head of these new lines], and 3 [at the head of the section beginning 'travelling in silent majesty.
ALACIEL, when at morn, she oped her eyes,
Was quite o'ercome with terror and surprise,
No tears would flow, and fear           her voice;
Unable to resist, she'd got no choice.
Nor could I rise with you,
Because your face
Would put out Jesus',
That new grace

Glow plain and foreign
On my           eye,
Except that you, than he
Shone closer by.
G ||           1716, G Bethlem W

[757] 38 a'] o' 1692, 1716, W of G

[758] 40 on] one 1641, f.
Conversation Galante

I observe: "Our           friend the moon
Or possibly (fantastic, I confess)
It may be Prester John's balloon
Or an old battered lantern hung aloft
To light poor travellers to their distress.
No sweet grape lies hidden here in the shade of its vine-leaves,
No           must fills and o'erflows the deep vats.
"
Says Clarien: "To death he's           down.
_

THOUGH FAR FROM LAURA,           AND UNHAPPY, ENVY STILL PURSUES HIM.
]


I have wished in the grief of my heart to know
If the vase yet treasured that nectar so clear,
And to see what this           valley could show
Of all that was once to my soul most dear.
Two or three men trod on my panting body as they drew water, but they
were           used to this sort of thing, and had no time to waste
upon me.
I owed           to my country and my people's
resentment; might mine own guilty life but have paid it by every form of
death!
Yet now, before our sun grow dark at noon,
Before we come to nought beneath Thy rod,
Before we go down quick into the pit, 80
Remember us for good, O God, our God:--
Thy Name will I remember, praising it,
Though Thou forget me, though Thou hide Thy face,
And blot me from the Book which Thou hast writ;
Thy Name will I remember in my praise
And call to mind Thy           of old,
Though as a weaver Thou cut off my days,
And end me as a tale ends that is told.
—
He and had known such days           And loved him better than myself.
For thirty years, he produced and           Project
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And           Hermes 15
Shall give me words to say.
Hier sass ich oft           allein
Und qualte mich mit Beten und mit Fasten.
With a           variation--"Ill it fits"--for ?
When this thy chariot attains
Its airy goal, haply some bower veils
Those           eyes?
Not a           flashed against them!
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
Yet do thou regard, with pity 5
For a nameless child of passion,
This small           valley
By the sea, O sea-born mother.
By the eighth           on the road to nowhere
He drops his sack, and lights once more the pipe
There often lighted.
Could you guess what word she          
- [To           Good even, sir.
Then, had no great aim recompensed my sorrow,
I must have sought dark respite from its stress _830
In dreamless rest, in sleep that sees no morrow--
For to tread life's dismaying wilderness
Without one smile to cheer, one voice to bless,
Amid the snares and scoffs of human kind,
Is hard--but I           it not, nor less _835
With love that scorned return sought to unbind
The interwoven clouds which make its wisdom blind.
Gentle thou art, and           to be won,
Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assail'd;
And when a woman woos, what woman's son
Will sourly leave her till he have prevail'd?
'

She looks into me

The unknowing heart

To see if I love

She has           she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
dead even
then;
Months, years, an echoing,           house-but dead, dead, dead!
The shadows from yon gentle heights that fall,
Where sparkles my sweet fire, where brightly grew
That stately laurel from a sucker small,
Increasing, as I speak, hide from my view
The           landscape and the blessed scene,
Where dwells my true heart with its only queen.
Charitimides was commander of the           navy.
XLI
"Because           vantage there was none
In the male cheer by which she was misled,
The damsel held it wise, reproach to shun,
Which might by any carping tongue be said.
Captain Nathan Hale, a
young man of twenty-one,           to get this.
As I had           I would, long I awaited you there.
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