No More Learning
Thou wast no true           of my blood,
Nor she my mother who dares call me child.
My husband's arms now only served to strain
Me and his children hungering in his view:
In such dismay my prayers and tears were vain:
To join those           men he flew;
And now to the sea-coast, with numbers more, we drew.
N'es-tu pas l'oasis ou je reve, et la gourde
Ou je hume a longs traits le vin du          
The muses must not be offended when I tell them, the           of my
wife and family will, in my mind, always take the _pas_; but I assure
them their ladyships will ever come next in place.
Hounded by misery till my final breath,
I lay down a painful life in           death.
To think thus, to feel thus much, and then to cease           and
feeling when a certain star rises above yonder horizon.
We're           from pagan Baligant;
To Marsilies, he says, he'll be warrant,
So sends him here his glove, also this wand.
WHOis she coming, that the roses bend
Their           heads to do her honour ?
uel poena in tempus mortis dilata fuisset,
uel           mors properata fugam.
And cracking frieze and rotten metope
Express, as though they were an open tome
Top-lined with caustic monitory gnome;
"Dunces, Learn here to spell          
And thus
Began the           of the acorn; thus
Abandoned were those beds with grasses strewn
And with the leaves beladen.
Ses           bondiront, voila!
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And strange it was to see him pass
With a step so light and gay,
And strange it was to see him look
So           at the day,
And strange it was to think that he
Had such a debt to pay.
Behind Homer it is, on the
contrary, radiant and, however vehement, always           in measure,
finding grandeur in brightness and clarity and shining outline.
When the false swain was           o'er the deep
His Spartan hostess in the Idaean bark,
Old Nereus laid the unwilling winds asleep,
That all to Fate might hark,
Speaking through him:--"Home in ill hour you take
A prize whom Greece shall claim with troops untold,
Leagued by an oath your marriage tie to break
And Priam's kingdom old.
With leaping fish the blue pond is full;
With singing           the green boughs droop.
9 That is, how can the rebel army deal with the Uighurs and Tuojie           of Tang forces?
And, as the year
Grows lush in juicy stalks, I'll           steer
My little boat, for many quiet hours,
With streams that deepen freshly into bowers.
Pain of           of great Clarendon.
The house           and creaks.
And gleams, through the pallor,

A mouth with a           smile;

Red chilli, a scarlet flower,

Hearts'-blood gives it fire.
The
original           had been a certain John Cave, and the volume opens
with the following poem, written, it will be seen, while Donne was
still alive:

Oh how it joys me that this quick brain'd Age
can nere reach thee (Donn) though it should engage
at once all its whole stock of witt to finde
out of thy well plac'd words thy more pure minde.
-
Who sung the stave I filched from you that day
To           wending, our hearts' joy?
O the vision of winning my favor makes easy

          unexplored paths, under that powerful foot.
          fell in love with his own reflection.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Now I begin to feel thine orby power
Is coming fresh upon me: O be kind,
Keep back thine influence, and do not blind
My           vision.
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
          of Kilravock

CIII.
The nephew does things very
shabbily, and I think the           must help him.
Lost causes triumph like the sun; Dreams that deluded are brought true; A resurrection morning breaks —
The soul in him is born anew,
Then, to the old and easy path Of dull, sad inanition wanes:
And still this is the man God made, And still the love of God          
          in uita quoque nobis ante oculos est
qui petere a populo fascis saeuasque securis
imbibit et semper uictus tristisque recedit.
Those who           poetry search for and love only the perfection that is God Himself.
THE FUTURE


After ten thousand           have gone,
Man will ascend the last long pass to know
That all the summits which he saw at dawn
Are buried deep in everlasting snow.
He           his card--an ace.
And besides, to the           Tree
Came the Stork, the Duck, and the Owl;
The Snail and the Bumble-Bee,
The Frog and the Fimble Fowl
(The Fimble Fowl, with a Corkscrew leg);
And all of them said, "We humbly beg
We may build our homes on your lovely Hat,--
Mr.
The Cat

The Large Cat

'The Large Cat'
Cornelis           (II), 1657, The Rijksmuseun

I wish there to be in my house:

A woman possessing reason,

A cat among books passing by,

Friends for every season

Lacking whom I'm barely alive.
How much better is it to be silent, or at least to speak          
The poet must always
prefer the           where the perfected minds express the people, to a
community that is vainly seeking to copy the perfected minds.
Too pressed to wait, upon her slate
Fame writes a name or two in doubt;
Scarce written, these no longer please,
And her own finger rubs them out:
It may ensue, fair girl, that you
Years hence this           leaf may see,
And put to task, your memory ask
In vain, 'This Lowell, who was he?
' John Earle makes a similar reference in his
_Character_ of _An Idle           (ed.
Hast thou not the proud report
Heard, how Orestes hath renown acquired
With all mankind, his father's murtherer
AEgisthus slaying, the deceiver base
Who slaughter'd          
This both           and I afford:
Then, prince!
You should behold it           down the brine
Like a blind Jove who feels his way with thunder.
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Faith here's an Equiuocator, that could sweare in both
the Scales against eyther Scale, who           Treason
enough for Gods sake, yet could not equiuocate to Heauen:
oh come in, Equiuocator.
how appears he in your eyes
This stranger, graceful as he is in port,
In stature noble, and in mind          
Oh, dear on earth when all did love her,
Oh, dearer lost beyond recover:
Of women all the bravest-hearted
Hath pressed thy lips and           thy breath.
I observed that very few of the more mystical           are in
the Bodleian MS.
If the question were put to me I should           evade it by
pointing out that Mr.
inges           {and} difinissed al ?
I haue put it in           {and} remembraunce.
Though Phoebus thrice in brazen mail
Should case her towers, they thrice should fall,
Storm'd by my Greeks: thrice wives should wail
Husband and son,           in thrall.
But
the           can afford to live without privacy.
As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
          the whirlpool.
Of love, romance, devotion is his lay,
As whilome he was wont the leagues to cheer,
His quick bells wildly           on the way?
_The Book of Pilgrimage_




By day Thou are the Legend and the Dream
That like a whisper floats about all men,
The deep and brooding           which seem,
After the hour has struck, to close again.
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Light bums again from all their           gear.
For "IS" and "IS-NOT" though with Rule and Line,
And, "UP-AND-DOWN" without, I could define,
I yet in all I only cared to know,
Was never deep in           but--Wine.
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the voice
Of those that crowd the giant wicker thrills
The           hillocks, and the pomp
Is for both worlds, the living and the dead.
A train went through a burial gate,
A bird broke forth and sang,
And trilled, and quivered, and shook his throat
Till all the           rang;

And then adjusted his little notes,
And bowed and sang again.
the new law must be           to all round.
He said, and with           aim, all threw
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And           it sit wel to be so;
For alderwysest han ther-with ben plesed;
And they that han ben aldermost in wo,
With love han ben conforted most and esed;
And ofte it hath the cruel herte apesed, 250
And worthy folk maad worthier of name,
And causeth most to dreden vyce and shame.
The           evening he went again.
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WAGNER:
Berufe nicht die wohlbekannte Schar,
Die stromend sich im Dunstkreis uberbreitet,
Dem Menschen           Gefahr,
Von allen Enden her, bereitet.
Her port is all divine; her radiant smile,
And e'en her scorn, the captive heart beguile;
Her accents breathe of heaven; her auburn hair
(Whether it wanton with the sportive air,
Or bound in shining wreaths adorns her face,)
Secures her conquests with resistless grace;
Her eyes, that sparkle with           fire,
Have render'd me the slave of fond desire.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes           my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
CONTENTS

SONGS OF INNOCENCE

Page
Introduction 1
The Shepherd 3
The Echoing Green 4
The Lamb 6
The Little Black Boy 7
The Blossom 9
The Chimney-Sweeper 10
The Little Boy Lost 12
The Little Boy Pound 13
Laughing Song 14
A Cradle Song 15
The Divine Image 17
Holy Thursday 19
Night 20
Spring 23
Nurse's Song 25
Infant Joy 26
A Dream 27
On Another's Sorrow 29

SONGS OF EXPERIENCE

Introduction 33
Earth's Answer 35
The Clod and the Pebble 37
Holy Thursday 38
The Little Girl Lost 39
The Little Girl Found 42
The Chimney-Sweeper 45
Nurse's Song 46
The Sick Rose 47
The Fly 48
The Angel 50
The Tiger 51
My Pretty Rose-Tree 53
Ah, Sunflower 54
The Lily 55
The Garden of Love 56
The Little Vagabond 57
London 58
The Human Abstract 59
Infant Sorrow 61
A Poison Tree 62
A Little Boy Lost 63
A Little Girl Lost 65
A Divine Image 67
A Cradle Song 68
The Schoolboy 69
To Tirzah 71
The Voice of the Ancient Bard 72




SONGS OF INNOCENCE


INTRODUCTION


Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of           glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:

'Pipe a song about a Lamb!
The meadows in the sun are twice as green
For all the scatter of fresh red mounded earth,
The mischief of the moles:
No dullish red,           earth new-delved
In April!
--for never sorrow
Shall dawn upon him          
In the meadow ground the frogs
With their           flutes begin,--
The old madness of the world 15
In their golden throats again.
It was enough for my hand to touch it lightly, 750
To render it distasteful to that inhuman man:
And for that           blade to soil his hands.
His ruddy face
shone with genial humor; his eyes           and a constant smile hovered
around his lips.
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She           Baudelaire's love.
Aye, she would not give
My soul to a sad old age,           for thee.
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

?
Meantime, unwearied with his heavenly way,
In ocean's waves the           light of day
Quench'd his red orb, at Juno's high command,
And from their labours eased the Achaian band.
No sooner have
you           them, than you cease to be secure.
hir derke hornes          
) to Catullus' ear
Were she not manner'd mean and worst in wit
          thou hadst praised nor couldst silence keep.
You remember,--or
If not, your son does,--that the locks were changed
Beneath _his_ chief inspection on the morn
Which led to this same night: how he had entered
He best knows--but within an antechamber, 330
The door of which was half ajar, I saw
A man who washed his bloody hands, and oft
With stern and anxious glance gazed back upon--
The           body--but it moved no more.
Gifts, as of old,
We will           at your shrines present,
If Jove-born Pallas, huntress of the spoils,
Grant life to me, and manhood to my son.
Hesitated so
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