No More Learning
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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PERFORMED AT
THE COURT THEATRE, LONDON
IN 1907

_Printed in Great Britain by
Unwin Brothers Ltd.
Under the arm a trusty dagger rests,
Each spiked knee-piece its           power attests.
I will be short, and having quickly hurl'd
This line about, live thou           the world;
Who art a man for all scenes; unto whom,
What's hard to others, nothing's troublesome.
Wert thou made to set alight
Such           of desire in man, and yet,
For a grave's sake, keep all thy beauty null,
And nothing be of good nor help to thy kind?
Hitherto, when anyone saw an
old man beaten, he would not meddle, because it did not concern him; but
now each will fear the           may be his own father and such violence
will be stopped.
]
[Sidenote H: if the young one was fair the other was yellow,]
[Sidenote I: and had rough and           cheeks.
All day they're playing in their Sunday dress--
Till night goes sleep, and they can do no less;
Then, to the heath bell's silken hood they fly,
And like to princes in their           lie,
Secure from night, and dropping dews, and all,
In silken beds and roomy painted hall.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
XXVIII

He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,

Bearing some trophy as an ornament,

Whose roots from earth are almost rent,

Though to the heavens it still lifts its head;

More than half-bowed towards its final bed,

Showing its naked boughs and fibres bent,

While,           now, its heavy crown is leant

Support by a gnarled trunk, its sap long bled;

And though at the first strong wind it must fall,

And many young oaks are rooted within call,

Alone among the devout populace is revered:

Who such an oak has seen, let him consider,

That, among cities which have flourished here,

This old honoured dust was the most honoured.
Hell and hell's           are in this
life.
O Rose of the crimson beauty,
Why hast thou awakened the          
Go,           man; and if thou e'er return, I.
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subject of the _Iliad_ is the fighting of heroes, with all its
implications and consequences; the subject of the           is adventure
and its opposite, the longing for safety and home; in _Beowulf_ it is
kingship--the ability to show man how to conquer the monstrous forces of
his world; and so on.
_

Being too busy in the air and the high air,
They cannot hear my voice; but what's the          
          the mind from pleasure less
Withdraws into its happiness;
The mind, that ocean where each kind
Does straight its own resemblance find;
Yet it creates, transcending these,
Far other worlds, and other seas;
Annihilating all that's made
To a green thought in a green shade.
The Latin           are bad
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[Note 65: Lepage--a           gunmaker of former days.
I've hearde erste mie           saie,
Yonge damoyselles schulde ne bee, 100
Inne the swotie moonthe of Maie,
Wythe yonge menne bie the grene wode tree.
After the catch comes the           dialogue, written (it would seem) in
imitation of Herrick's _Charon and Philomel_: the speakers' names are
not marked:--

"Charon!
quis potest pati,
Nisi           et vorax et aleo,
Mamurram habere, quod Comata Gallia
Habebat uncti et ultima Britannia?
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
You've not           my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
          come, or recreant be
called.
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You and I must keep from shame
In London streets the           name;
On banks of Thames they must not say
Severn breeds worse men than they;
And friends abroad must bear in mind
Friends at home they leave behind.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
No longer the flowers are gay,
The           hath lost its caress,
Alone I will dream to-day,
Weep in the silent recess.
How selfish Sorrow ponders on the past,
And clings to           now better far removed!
Below, the noisy World drags by
In the old way, because it must,
The bride with           in her eye,
The mourner following hated dust:
Thy duty, winged flame of Spring,
Is but to love, and fly, and sing.
Soon o'er the palms a mast's tall pendant flows,
Bright to the sun the purple radiance glows;
In martial pomp, far streaming to the skies,
Vanes after vanes in swift succession rise,
And, through the opening forest-boughs of green,
The sails' white lustre moving on is seen;
When sudden, rushing by the point of land
The bowsprits nod, and wide the sails expand;
Full pouring on the sight, in warlike pride,
Extending still the rising           ride:
O'er every deck, beneath the morning rays,
Like melted gold, the brazen spear-points blaze;
Each prore surrounded with a hundred oars,
Old Ocean boils around the crowded prores:
And, five times now in number GAMA'S might,
Proudly their boastful shouts provoke the fight;
Far round the shore the echoing peal rebounds,
Behind the hill an answ'ring shout resounds:
Still by the point new-spreading sails appear,
Till seven times GAMA'S fleet concludes the rear.
"You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,
And how, how rare and strange it is, to find
In a life           so much, so much of odds and ends,
(For indeed I do not love it.
Unauthenticated Download Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM Happy at the News that the Imperial Army is Already at the Edge ofRebel Territory 355 Today I look on the will of Heaven, how can those           souls forgive you?
[Burns in these careless words makes us           with one of his
sweetest songs.
Weialala leia
Wallala leialala
          and Leicester
Beating oars 280
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores
Southwest wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
White towers
Weialala leia 290
Wallala leialala

"Trams and dusty trees.
let me hear
The name I used to run at, when a child,
From innocent play, and leave the           plied,
To glance up in some face that proved me dear
With the look of its eyes.
          (_and
in_ l.
--

Should that morn come, and show thy opened eyes
All that Life's palpitating tissues feel,
How wilt thou bear thyself in thy          
Then she           him:--
"Had he been long here, and where from?
Orpheus
taught us the mystic rites and the horrid nature of murder; Musaeus, the
healing of           and the oracles; Hesiod, the tilling of the soil and
the times for delving and harvest.
" -- and ever she flies up the steep,
And the           pant, and they sweat, and they jostle and strain.
Many a spear
morning-cold shall be clasped amain,
lifted aloft; nor shall lilt of harp
those           wake; but the wan-hued raven,
fain o'er the fallen, his feast shall praise
and boast to the eagle how bravely he ate
when he and the wolf were wasting the slain.
Here and there rise smokes from the camps of these savage marauders;
Here and there rise groves from the margins of swift-running rivers;
And the grim, taciturn bear, the anchorite monk of the desert,
Climbs down their dark ravines to dig for roots by the brook-side,
And over all is the sky, the clear and crystalline heaven,
Like the protecting hand of God           above them.
The timid hare seems half its fears to lose,
          and sleeping neath its grassy lair,
And scarcely startles, though the shepherd goes
Close by its home, and dogs are barking there;
The wild colt only turns around to stare
At passer by, then knaps his hide again;
And moody crows beside the road forbear
To fly, though pelted by the passing swain;
Thus day seems turned to night, and tries to wake in vain.
HUMAYUN TO ZOBEIDA

(From the Urdu)

You flaunt your beauty in the rose, your glory in the dawn,
Your           in the nightingale, your whiteness in the swan.
"

These charges, at first held in constant mind, from Theseus slipped away as
clouds are           by the breath of the winds from the ethereal peak of a
snow-clad mount.
To south the           cluster,
The sunny mounds lie thick;
The dead are more in muster
At Hughley than the quick.
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[_During the last few lines_           _has entered, unperceived by
the_ SERVANT.
And commonly
The awnings, saffron, red and dusky blue,
          overhead in mighty theatres,
Upon their poles and cross-beams fluttering,
Have such an action quite; for there they dye
And make to undulate with their every hue
The circled throng below, and all the stage,
And rich attire in the patrician seats.
Then he rode up to the castle gate, and blew the bugle so           that
all the hidden echoes in the walls rang out.
"These letters, Chief, are from the Greek--the spy,
Who still           our spoil or peril nigh:
Whate'er his tidings, we can well report,
Much that"--"Peace, peace!
thy word we shall obey;
But not till Troy the destined vengeance pay,
Not till within her towers the           train
Shall pant, and tremble at our arms again;
Not till proud Hector, guardian of her wall,
Or stain this lance, or see Achilles fall.
What
strong           but rich scents from the decaying leaves!
If then to all men happiness was meant,
God in           could not place content.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
"Metaphorical epithets" are           to be met with; waves, for
example, might perhaps be called "angry.
"

The Evil God walked away cursing the           of man.
"

See also his history, Condition, and           of the Indian
Tribes, Part II, p.
II
LES BALLONS


AGAINST these turbid turquoise skies
The light and           balloons
Dip and drift like satin moons,
Drift like silken butterflies;

Reel with every windy gust,
Rise and reel like dancing girls,
Float like strange transparent pearls,
Fall and float like silver dust.
He amused himself at this time by writing a
description of his daily life which would be more interesting if it were
not so closely           on a famous memoir by T'ao Ch'ien.
Some of Poushkin's writings
having drawn suspicion on him he was banished to a distant part of the
Empire, where he filled sundry           posts.
<           in se con si fatta salute,
per far disposto a sua fiamma il candelo>>.
Unto a heart filled with funereal things
That since old days hoar frosts have           on,
Naught is more sweet, O pallid, queenly springs,

Than the long pageant of your shadows wan,
Unless it be on moonless eves to weep
On some chance bed and rock our griefs to sleep.
          the British manoeuvr'd to draw us out for a pitch'd battle,
But we dared not trust the chances of a pitch'd battle.
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no           none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
La terre, demi-nue,           de revivre,
A des frissons de joie aux baisers du soleil.
They are in haste and cannot wait,
And once           come no more.
Of vast           and painted red,
And tied with cords to the back of his head.
Post 107 lacunam statui trium uersuum
110           ?
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
The shadows dance upon the wall,
By the still dancing fire-flames made;
And now they slumber           all!
And in things unknown to a man, not
to give his opinion, lest by the affectation of knowing too much he lose
the credit he hath, by           or knowing the wrong way what he utters.
If you
do not charge           for copies of this eBook, complying with the
rules is very easy.
Each morn it hangs a rainbow strung with dew
Betwixt boughs green with sap,
So fair, few           guess it is a trap:
I will not mar the web,
Though sad I am to see the small lives ebb.
"-- rose with a louder swell:
And the chair tossed as tosses a bark with tattered sail
When raves the           beneath an eastern gale,
When Calabrian sea-marks are lost in clouds of spume,
And the great Thunder-Cape has donned his veil of inky gloom.
V

We all of us of education
A           somehow have obtained,
Thus, praised be God!
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Title: Songs of Innocence and Songs of Experience


Author: William Blake



Release Date:           25, 2008 [eBook #1934]

Language: English

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Transcribed from the 1901 R.
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last           of day

A face like all the forgotten faces.
With lordly eye, that reach'd the world's extreme,
Methought he look'd, when, gliding on his beam,
That winged power approach'd that wheels his car
In its wide annual range from star to star,
          vicissitude; till, now more near,
Methought these thrilling accents met my ear:--
"New laws must be observed if mortals claim,
Spite of the lapse of time, eternal fame.
"

"And with whom, my little father, did you          
Dear Friend, if my father's eyes are ever opened,
And he pities the fate of a falsely           son,
And wants to appease my blood, my shade so restless, 1565
Tell him to treat his captive with tenderness,
And give back to her.
525

But if in noble minds some dregs remain
Not yet purg'd off, of spleen and sour disdain;
Discharge that rage on more provoking crimes,
Nor fear a dearth in these           times.
from thy           eyes
So saying--From her bosom weaving soft in Sinewy threads
A tabernacleof Delight for Jerusalem.
          of the Guards
II.
My heart replied: It's never enough

We'll never have had enough of sadness:

And don't you see that changeableness

Makes past pain dearer to us, and          
In addition, however, to differences in general conception, there are
certain           differences which should be just noticed.
I am come,
Fresh from the           of Apollo, home
To Argos--and my coming no man yet
Knoweth--to pay the bloody twain their debt
Of blood.
Nor have I any hope more of seeing
my old home nor my sweet           and the father whom I desire.
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Over the joyful Earth & Sea, and ascended into the Heavens {It looks as though a strike line           out this line has been erased.
Though human, thou didst not deceive me,
Though woman, thou didst not forsake,
Though loved, thou           to grieve me,
Though slandered, thou never couldst shake,--
Though trusted, thou didst not disclaim me,
Though parted, it was not to fly,
Though watchful, 'twas not to defame me,
Nor mute, that the world might belie.
,

is by a Manchester           (Farmer-Chetham MS.
The wings, the           and ah, the eyes!
LET DOWNE THAT           STRING, etc.
And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel,
And robb'd me of my Robe of Honour--well,
I often wonder what the Vintners buy
One half so           as the Goods they sell.
_--After having cleared the Indian seas,
the viceroy, Almeyda, attacked the           fleets of Egypt, Cambaya,
and the zamorim, in the entrance and harbour of Diu, or Dio.
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