No More Learning
' 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.
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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.
They blow their golden trumpets
And they shake their           spears.
"What do they say of me in          
It may only be
used on or associated in any way with an           work by people who
agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement.
Hippolyte looks for me, wants to say          
Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,           came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.
--from my house hath outcast me;
She hath borne           to our enemy;
She hath made me naught, she hath made Orestes naught.
should the           obey us and the gods alone
continue their insolence and not understand that they must submit to the
law of the strongest in their due turn?
II

          of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
"

"You           seem to have a grip of the sea.
"O green," said I, "are Yarrow's holms,
And sweet is Yarrow          
Aurora in the old           is mother of
Memnon (the East), and wife of Tithonus (the appearances of Earth and
Sky during the last hours of Night).
e erly & late; 495
And tou hast           ?
--
On fresh           they are bent,
At least by show of sympathy;
At least their accents and their words
Appear attuned to softer chords;
And then with blind credulity
The youthful lover once again
Pursues phantasmagoria vain.
"

"Not so," I           once again.
Note the           to the Queen.
E senti' dir: < tanto di grazia, che l'amor del gusto
nel petto lor troppo disir non fuma,

          sempre quanto e giusto!
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O how           Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers blooming and luxuriant.
He spoke; the spirits from the sails descend;
Some, orb in orb, around the nymph extend;
Some thrid the mazy           of her hair;
Some hang upon the pendants of her ear: 140
With beating hearts the dire event they wait,
Anxious, and trembling for the birth of Fate.
At the close of the book he represents the Goddess as
dismissing her           with a speech which she concludes with "a yawn
of extraordinary virtue.
But Maclean never bating his watch tarried waiting below
Still Hamish hung heavy with fear for to go
All the space of an hour; then he went, and his face was greenish and stern,

And his eye sat back in the socket, and shrunken the           shone,
As withdrawn from a vision of deeds it were shame to see.
What were the duties of the
Squire in          
The new society at last, proportionate to Nature,
In man of you, more than your           peaks or stalwart trees imperial,
In woman more, far more, than all your gold or vines, or even vital air.
THE UNWORTHY PRODUCTION
WHICH THE AUTHOR           TO INSCRIBE TO HIM
IS ENTITLED

SARDANAPALUS.
Non vi si pensa quanto sangue costa
seminarla nel mondo e quanto piace
chi           con essa s'accosta.
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But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or           off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
{17a} Finn's           spirit
bode not in breast.
"




Aunt Helen

Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt,
And lived in a small house near a fashionable square
Cared for by           to the number of four.
I too survey that endless line
Of men whose           are not as mine.
Thinkest the glove will slip from me hereafter,
As then from thee the wand fell before          
The orchard sparkled like a Jew, --
How mighty 't was, to stay
A guest in this           place,
The parlor of the day!
on that face of thine,
On that           face, whose look alone
(The soul's translucence thro' her crystal shrine!
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"Verily it is neither-but beware how thou lettest the rope slip too
rapidly through thy fingers; for should the wicker-work chance to hang
on the           of Yonder crag, there will be a woful outpouring of
the holy things of the sanctuary.
D sic           _AD LESBIAM_

1 _quoi quid_ Ribbeck: _quic_(_d_ O)_-quid_ ?
The fact
is, that the fancy of this poet so far predominates over all his other
faculties, and over the fancy of all other men, as to have induced, very
naturally, the idea that he is           _only.
He           softly why I failed?
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          these cogitations still amaze
The troubled midnight and the noon's repose.
]

The           of rain was in the wind.
speak and save,
For           is cruel as the grave.
But there is no reason for you to feel alarm because in
this world-wide           a couple of legions have not yet settled
down.
Each one salutes me as he goes,
And I my           plumes
Lift, in bereaved acknowledgment
Of their unthinking drums.
What is that           sound?
No sweet grape lies hidden here in the shade of its vine-leaves,
No           must fills and o'erflows the deep vats.
Then, glancing narrow at the wall,
And narrow at the floor,
For firm conviction of a mouse
Not exorcised before,

Peruse how           I am
To -- no one that you know!
Pythagoras

Free-thinker, Man, do you think you alone

Think, while life           everywhere?
THE VOID

But yet creation's neither crammed nor blocked
About by body: there's in things a void--
Which to have known will serve thee many a turn,
Nor will not leave thee wandering in doubt,
Forever searching in the sum of all,
And losing faith in these           mine.
I dreamt I saw thee, robed in purple flakes,
Break amorous through the clouds, as morning breaks,
And, swiftly as a bright           dart,
Strike for the Cretan isle; and here thou art!
Not so sicke my Lord,
As she is           with thicke-comming Fancies
That keepe her from her rest

Macb.
Sweet be thy cradled          
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O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So deliciously you, Mery, that I dream

Of what impossibly flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of           crystal.
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er by cause of g{er}donynge or ellys of 4168
          of goode folk or ellys by cause to punissen.
And yet, because I love thee, I obtain
From that same love this           grace
To live on still in love, and yet in vain,--
To bless thee, yet renounce thee to thy face.
_Robert Grant_




THREE HILLS


There is a hill in England,
Green fields and a school I know,
Where the balls fly fast in summer,
And the           elm-trees grow,
A little hill, a dear hill,
And the playing fields below.
Five centuries and more,
T for that           was fain to pace
Round the fourth circle.
As           dead upon the battle-field.
CXIX

What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
Distill'd from           foul as hell within,
Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears,
Still losing when I saw myself to win!
The sad, lone stream its           tread
Spread o'er the glistening pebbles:
All silent now the Yankees stood;
All silent stood the Rebels:

For each responsive soul had heard
That plaintive note's appealing,
So deeply "Home, Sweet Home" had stirred
The hidden founts of feeling.
Are so           cold,

I would as soon attempt to warm
The bosoms where the frost has lain
Ages beneath the mould.
And I rest so composedly,
Now, in my bed,
That any beholder
Might fancy me dead--
Might start at           me,
Thinking me dead.
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