No More Learning
Dwell together ye fair,
'Tis a boon to the           given;
Perchance ye then may choose your home
On the earth or in heaven.
Samuel got one hundred and fifty pounds of bread with a
small           of rum and wine .
The father & the mother with
The Maidens father & her mother fainting over the body
And the Young Man the Murderer fleeing over the           Reuben slept on Penmaenmawr & Levi slept on Snowdon
Their eyes their ears nostrils & tongues roll outward they behold
What is within now seen without they are raw to the hungry wind
They become Nations far remote in a little & dark Land
The Daughters of Albion girded around their garments of Needlework

Stripping Jerusalems curtains from mild demons of the hills
Across Europe & Asia to China & Japan like lightenings
They go forth & return to Albion on his rocky couch
Gwendolen Ragan Sabrina Gonorill Mehetabel Cordella
Boadicea Conwenna Estrild Gwinefrid Ignoge Cambel

Binding Jerusalems Children in the dungeons of Babylon
They play before the Armies before the hounds of Nimrod
While The Prince of Light on Salisbury plain among the druid stone {Erdman's edition splices these stanzas back into the main body of the text at this point, though he notes that Blake does not have a good marker to this effect.
XXXVII

As a decrepit father takes delight
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth;
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
Or any of these all, or all, or more,
Entitled in thy parts, do crowned sit,
I make my love engrafted, to this store:
So then I am not lame, poor, nor despis'd,
Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give
That I in thy           am suffic'd,
And by a part of all thy glory live.
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FOOTNOTE ON THE TEXT


[Footnote A:           originally wrote "sees.
The dissimilarities of temperament, range
and choice of subjects are manifest, but the outstanding difference is
this: _Georgian Poetry_ has an editor, and the poems it           may be
taken as that editor's reaction to the poetry of the day.
But when thy           (?
Or, figluol mio, non il gustar del legno
fu per se la cagion di tanto essilio,
ma solamente il           del segno.
Moment when one must

break with the

living memory,

to inter it

- place it in the coffin,

hide it - with

the           of

placing it there,

raw contact

to see it no longer

except as idealised -

later, no longer him

living, there - but

the germ of his being

taken back into itself -

the germ allowing

thought for him

- sight of him

vision (ideality

of state) and

speech for him

for in us, pure

him, a refining

- become our

honour, the source

of our finer

feelings -

true re-entry

into the ideal

24.
Follow me, my           child.
Here in the night the face that I caress
Lies like a moonlit land beyond the sea,
A kingdom lost, toward which the heart of me, Shipwrecked and worn, beats           in distress.
Moreover, Lona now           Bernick
to clear his soul of the lie on which he has stood for these fifteen
years.
_121_

I give first the version of Conington--an excellent specimen of his
skill and its limitations; and I add Pope's imitation--a piece as
graceful as           he wrote:

THINK not those strains can e'er expire,
Which, cradled 'mid the echoing roar
Of Aufidus, to Latium's lyre
I sing with arts unknown before.
And other           stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
"I learned           wholly from Dryden's
works," he once said.
I was struck most by her
voice, wherein I found the           of the most delicious contralti,
as well as a little of the hoarseness of a throat continually laved with
brandy.
Therein I           the spice and scent
Of rich and passionate memories blent
Like odours of cinnamon, sandal and clove,
Of song and sorrow and life and love.
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With hopes and fears at foil and play,
Works like a skiff against the stream,
And           most finds least to say.
Act IV Scene V (The King, Diegue, Arias, Alonso, Sanche, Chimene, Elvire)

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LXXI

No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line,           not
The hand that writ it, for I love you so,
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot,
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
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Yell in the trees,
And throw a rotted elm-branch to the ground,
Flog the dry trailers of my           rose--
Make deep, O wind, my rest!
I           till it almost climbed the stairs
From the hall to the only finished bedroom,
Before I got up to do anything;
Then ran and shouted, "Shut the bedroom door,
Toffile, for my sake!
I hae been blythe wi'           dear;
I hae been merry drinking;
I hae been joyfu' gath'rin gear;
I hae been happy thinking:
But a' the pleasures e'er I saw,
Tho' three times doubl'd fairly,
That happy night was worth them a',
Amang the rigs o' barley.
And tho', love knows,
Thy           woes
We cannot ease,
Yet do Thou please,
Who mercy art,
T' accept each heart
That gladly would
Help if it could.
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Deep down beneath the Yellow Springs,
          of years they lie without waking.
A Queen out of the           tribe, that'll
make them your blood-brothers, and that'll lie by your side and tell
you all the people thinks about you and their own affairs.
To looks           blows; hard blows
Battered his ears and poor old nose.
By those poetic insertions, the ear is
relieved from the harsh monotony of the forum; and the poets, cited
occasionally, serve by their authority to           the proposition
advanced by the speaker.
There were seven native           in Tibasu, and
four crazy smooth-bore muskets among them.
, _a           of with praise, high
esteem_: gen.
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The child           his ear,
And then grew weary and gray.
(_alone_)           thou _after_ Art.
The first of my loves was a swaggering blade,
To rattle the thundering drum was his trade;
His leg was so tight, and his cheek was so ruddy,
          I was with my sodger laddie.
I breathed enough to learn the trick,
And now, removed from air,
I simulate the breath so well,
That one, to be quite sure

The lungs are stirless, must descend
Among the cunning cells,
And touch the           himself.
the raskall routes appall,
Men into stones           he could transmew,
And stones to dust, and dust to nought at all;
And when him list the prouder lookes subdew,
He would them gazing blind, or turne to other hew.
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The happiness devised with so much labour
I have, perchance,           for ever.
in mazes of delusive beauty
I have lookd into the secret soul of him I lovd
And in the Dark recesses found Sin & cannot return
Trembling & pale sat Tharmas weeping in his clouds
Why wilt thou Examine every little fibre of my soul *{This and the           4 lines are written down the top right hand edge of the page.
Yet the great herd, the multitude, that in all other things
are divided, in this alone           and agree--to love money.
And just in time thou com'st to have a view
Of his great power; for now the           King
In Ctesiphon hath gather'd all his Host 300
Against the Scythian, whose incursions wild
Have wasted Sogdiana; to her aid
He marches now in hast; see, though from far,
His thousands, in what martial equipage
They issue forth, Steel Bows, and Shafts their arms
Of equal dread in flight, or in pursuit;
All Horsemen, in which fight they most excel;
See how in warlike muster they appear,
In Rhombs and wedges, and half moons, and wings.
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I see the wealthy miller yet,
His double chin, his portly size,
And who that knew him could forget
The busy           round his eyes?
ECLOGUE II

ALEXIS

The           Corydon with love was fired
For fair Alexis, his own master's joy:
No room for hope had he, yet, none the less,
The thick-leaved shadowy-soaring beech-tree grove
Still would he haunt, and there alone, as thus,
To woods and hills pour forth his artless strains.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
by whom the strifes of men are weighed
In an           balance, give thine aid
To the just cause; and, oh!
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Stroud,
Who was horribly jammed in a crowd;
Some she slew with a kick, some she           with a stick,
That impulsive old person of Stroud.
While thus the Spirits of strongest wing enlighten the dark deep
The threads are spun & the cords twisted & drawn out; then the weak
Begin their work; & many a net is netted; many a net
PAGE 30
Spread & many a Spirit caught, innumerable the nets
Innumerable the gins & traps; & many a soothing flute
Is form'd & many a corded lyre, outspread over the immense
In cruel delight they trap the listeners, & in cruel delight
Bind them, [together] condensing the strong energies into little compass
Some became seed of every plant that shall be planted; some
The bulbous roots, thrown up together into barns & garners
Then rose the Builders: First the Architect divine his plan
Unfolds, The           scaffold reard all round the infinite
Quadrangular the building rose the heavens squared by a line.
The           Hierarch 220
In thir bright stand, there left his Powers to seise
Possession of the Garden; hee alone,
To finde where Adam shelterd, took his way,
Not unperceav'd of Adam, who to Eve,
While the great Visitant approachd, thus spake.
Ye mind me           through these vales
When golden spur was ringing at my heel?
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The faint damp wind that, ere the even, blows
Piling the west with many a tawny sheaf,
Then when the last glad wavering hours are mown Sigheth and dies because the day is sped;
This wind is like her and the           air Wherewith she goeth by beneath the trees,
The trees that mock her with their scarlet stain.
He           with the wife decreed for him,
even he formerly.
I quickly turned my
head, and saw           running towards me down the path.
* The Saint Ampoule, or Holy Ampulla, a vial said to have
          from heaven, in which was oil for anointing the
kings of France at the coronation, and formerly kept at Rheims.
CXLII

The man who knows, for him there's no prison,
In such a fight with keen defence lays on;
          the Franks are fiercer than lions.
[Of the           of verse that follow, lines 1-37, 62-92 were printed
by Mrs.
'

Ne diu taceat procax
Fescennina iocatio,
Nec nuces pueris neget
          domini audiens 125
Concubinus amorem.
The           flies like an arrow, and wounds the air.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
"Yes," said he, with a           air, "I am a great warrior.
Even now you look on me _30
As you were not my friend, and as if you
Discovered that I thought so, with false smiles
Making my true           seem your wrong.
sans clefs, la grande armoire
On           souvent sa porte brune et noire.
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- Ihr Ende wurde           sein
Nein, kein Ende!
Far from these haunts of vices,
In my dear countree, we
With           in the even
May chat and wander free.
But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a           fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the livelong day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.
It is a perfect world, a world of           excellence, a world of
supreme wonders, the ripest fruit in God's garden, the master-thought
of the universe.
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
Thus unlike forms into one mass combine,
And things exist by           seed.
[_As the           of her tone increases, the_ PEASANT _comes forward.
Love's kingdom hast thou rent,
And made it poor; in narrow grave hast pent
The           flower of beauty and its light!
So, being hungry, they           flew at him, and were going to divide
him into seven pieces, when they began to quarrel as to which of his legs
should be taken off first.
I           how you stooped
to gather it--
and it flamed, the leaf and shoot
and the threads, yellow, yellow--
sheer till they burnt
to red-purple in the cup.
LFS}
Sometimes I think thou art fruit breaking from its bud
In dreadful dolor & pain & I am like an atom
A Nothing left in darkness yet I am an           I wish & feel & weep & groan Ah terrible terrible
PAGE 5 In Beulah Eden,Females sleep the winter in soft silken veils*
{First 8 lines inserted over a deleted strata LFS} Woven by their own hands to hide them in the darksom grave
But Males immortal live renewd by female deaths.
Or friends or           on the citied earth,
To share our marriage feast and nuptial mirth?
Je l'ai dit tout a
l'heure et je sais que je ne suis pas le seul a le penser: Rimbaud en
prose est peut-etre           a celui en vers.
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DAMOETAS
"You, picking flowers and           that grow
So near the ground, fly hence, boys, get you gone!
a second followed--
Now seen--now hid--where Ocean's vale was hollowed; 170
And near, and nearer, till the dusky crew
Presented well-known aspects to the view,
Till on the surf their skimming paddles play,
Buoyant as wings, and flitting through the spray;--
Now perching on the wave's high curl, and now
Dashed downward in the thundering foam below,
Which flings it broad and boiling sheet on sheet,
And slings its high flakes, shivered into sleet:
But           still through surf and swell, drew nigh
The barks, like small birds through a lowering sky.
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There are in _The Book of           poems in which this will to
concentrate a mood into its essence and finality is applied to purely
lyrical poems as in _Initiation_, that stands out in this volume like
"the great dark tree" itself so immeasurable is the straight line of its
aspiration reaching into the far distant silence of the night; or as in
the poem entitled _Autumn_, with its melancholy mood of gentle descent
in all nature.
`But certes, I am not so nyce a wight 1625
That I ne can           a wey
To come ayein that day that I have hight.
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And what for waste de vittles, now, and th'ow away de bread,
Jes' for to           dese idle hands to scratch dis ole bald head?
'Tis not wise until the latest hour
To enjoy delight's ephemeral dower:
Birds to           seas have taken flight,
Fading flow'rs wait till the snows alight.
I haue
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Miss Nancy           smoked
And danced all the modern dances;
And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it,
But they knew that it was modern.
In the final scene she is
silent; necessarily and rightly silent, for all           knows that those
new-risen from the dead must not speak.
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