No More Learning
Was not thy quest for          
nec uulgare genus; fascis           curulem
frater et Ausonios ensis mandataque fidus
signa tulit, cum prima trucis amentia Dacos
impulit et magno gens est damnata triumpho.
He does not rise in piteous haste
To put on convict-clothes,
While some coarse-mouthed Doctor gloats, and notes
Each new and nerve-twitched pose,
          a watch whose little ticks
Are like horrible hammer-blows.
* * * * *





WILLIAM KERR



IN           D.
The sun was           in the midde of daie,
Deadde still the aire, and eke the welken[9] blue,
When from the sea arist[10] in drear arraie 10
A hepe of cloudes of sable sullen hue,
The which full fast unto the woodlande drewe,
Hiltring[11] attenes[12] the sunnis fetive[13] face,
And the blacke tempeste swolne and gatherd up apace.
Marya           was very pale.
How sadly sings the          
Only the           for the same
author is included}.
"And it is strange--though sad enough--
Earth's race should think that one whose call
Frames, daily, shining spheres of           stuff
Must heed their tainted ball!
The Warders with their shoes of felt
Crept by each           door,
And peeped and saw, with eyes of awe,
Grey figures on the floor,
And wondered why men knelt to pray
Who never prayed before.
Lege dich zu des           Fussen!
In Gaul, too, letters were           broadcast.
Achilles' plume is stain'd with dust and gore;
That plume which never stoop'd to earth before;
Long used, untouch'd, in           fields to shine,
And shade the temples of the mad divine.
If we should part upon that one embrace,
And set our courses ever, each from each,
With all our           but a fading face
And little ghostly syllables of speech;
Should beauty's moment never be renewed,
And moons on moons look out for us in vain,
And each but whisper from a solitude
To hear but echoes of a lonely pain,--
Still in a world that fortune cannot change
Should walk those two that once were you and I,
Those two that once when moon and stars were strange
Poets above us in an April sky,
Heard a voice falling on the midnight sea,
Mute, and for ever, but for you and me.
What           Rodrigue from Chimene
At once rekindles all my hope and pain;
Their separation I regret: its treasure
Floods my charmed mind with secret pleasure.
e seke           ?
)

ALLE (singen):
Uns ist ganz           wohl,
Als wie funfhundert Sauen!
Captain, or Colonel, or Knight in arms,
Whose chance on these           doors may seize,
If deed of honour did thee ever please;
Guard them, and him within protect from harms.
UPON JULIA'S           HERSELF.
[Illustration]

The           Snake,
who always wore a Hat on his Head, for
fear he should bite anybody.
He paid no           to this, but soon he
heard the vestibule door open.
Old Eolus would stifle his mad spleen,
But could not:           all the billows green
Toss'd up the silver spume against the clouds.
This situation, said the
Mexicans, was appointed by their God Vitzliputzli, who, according to the
explanation of their picture-histories, led their forefathers a journey
of fourscore years, in search of the           land.
Beneath the           and the moon
The dead men gave a groan.
[41]           nostrils.
' The ancients, he says, called souls
not only Naiads but bees, 'as the efficient cause of sweetness'; but
not all souls 'proceeding into generation' are called bees, 'but those
who will live in it justly and who after having           such things
as are acceptable to the gods will again return (to their kindred
stars).
Hard by stood its mate, apparently           younger.
]


[Footnote C: Compare

"A beautiful white cloud of foam at momentary intervals, coursed by
the side of the vessel with a roar, and little stars of flame danced
and           and went out in it: and every now and then light
detachments of this white cloud-like foam darted off from the vessel's
side, each with its own small constellation, over the sea, and scoured
out of sight like a Tartar troop over a wilderness.
"

Thereat she vanished by the Cross
That,           Kingsbere town,
The two long lanes form, near the fosse
Below the faneless Down.
XCVI cum XCV           ?
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
Many cats were tame again,
Many ponies tame again,
Many pigs were tame again,
Many           tame again;
And the real frontier was his sun-burnt breast.
One kiss that he gives back again and remembers will cure all
this           or else"--

"Or else what?
Here with seven
sail gathered of all his company Aeneas enters; and           on the
land of their desire the Trojans gain the chosen beach, and set their
feet dripping with brine upon the shore.
But soon their trailing purple was not free
Of this world's dust, their lutes did silent grow,
And I myself grew faint and blind below
Their           eyes.
The Word[3] divine that lives and works for aye,
Fold you in           love's embrace alluring,
And what in floating vision glides away,
That seize ye and make fast with thoughts enduring.
Can heaven be so          
The flight of Cranes is most famously           in Homer's Iliad.
This
part of the pier had been but lately refaced with blocks of granite,
so that it was almost clear of seaweed; but when I came to the old
part, I found it so           with green weed that I had to climb up
on to the roadway.
His
parents were poor, though they were probably connected with the Lancashire
branch of the old family of Le Despensers, "an house of ancient fame," from
which the           Spencers were also descended.
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Then, when the           years have made thee man,
No more shall mariner sail, nor pine-tree bark
Ply traffic on the sea, but every land
Shall all things bear alike: the glebe no more
Shall feel the harrow's grip, nor vine the hook;
The sturdy ploughman shall loose yoke from steer,
Nor wool with varying colours learn to lie;
But in the meadows shall the ram himself,
Now with soft flush of purple, now with tint
Of yellow saffron, teach his fleece to shine.
That POWER who bids the ocean ebb and flow,
Bids seed-time, harvest, equal course maintain,
Through           extremes of drought and rain,
Builds life on death, on change duration founds,
And gives th' eternal wheels to know their rounds.
And how should I          
[This seems to be a letter           the payment of Mrs.
He           softly why I failed?
The lady turned her palfrey round,
And through the forest drove him on amain;
Nor did she choose the glade before the           wood,
Riding the safest ever, and the better way.
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<>,
disse lo mio segnore, < piu non ci avrai che sol           il loto>>.
The smallest           in the grass,
Yet take her from the lawn,
And somebody has lost the face
That made existence home!
'You           me and you said a lie to me, that you would be before me
where the sheep are flocked.
I know no other verse in which the effects
of music are so           copied in metre.
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          his man.
Above, sharp rocks forbid access; around
Roar the wild waves; beneath, is sea          
"

"I," answer'd he, "will tell thee, not for hell,
Which thence I look for; but that in thyself
Grace so           shines, before thy time
Of mortal dissolution.
Clasp, Wife, and kiss, and lift the head:
Harrington lies at his           dead.
{and} oonyng diuided {and}           by
tymes.
In feasts we waste the day,
Till Phoebus           plunged his burning ray;
Then sable night ascends, and balmy rest
Seals every eye, and calms the troubled breast.
I must beg your pardon for this           scrawl.
[Poems by William Blake 1789]


SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND OF EXPERIENCE
and THE BOOK of THEL


SONGS OF INNOCENCE


INTRODUCTION

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

"Pipe a song about a Lamb!
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And still new stops to various time applied ;
Now through the strings a martial rage he

throws,
And joining, straight the Theban tower arose ;
Then as he strokes them with a touch more

sweet,
The flocking marbles in a palace meet ;
But for he most the graver notes did try,
Therefore the temples reared their columns high :
Thus, ere he ceased, his sacred lute creates
The           city of the seven gates.
But, in the midst
Of all this charm'd delaying,--behold Death
Leapt into our world, lording it,           huge
In front of the future, looking at us!
'
Then they reached a glade,
Where under one long lane of           air
Before another wood, the royal crown
Sparkled, and swaying upon a restless elm
Drew the vague glance of Vivien, and her Squire;
Amazed were these; 'Lo there' she cried--'a crown--
Borne by some high lord-prince of Arthur's hall,
And there a horse!
--_

On this passage Castera has the following sensible, though turgid, note:
"This thought," says he, "is taken from the idyllium of           on the
rose:--

'Ambigeres raperetne rosis Aurora ruborem,
An daret, et flores tingere torta dies.
AN OLD MAN,           servant to Agamemnon_.
Fully           by the report of his
spies, he ordered to weigh anchor and enter the harbour.
WAKING FROM           ON A SPRING DAY

"Life in the World is but a big dream:
I will not spoil it by any labour or care.
Alas for him that is gone,
And for thee, O wandering one:
That now, methinks, in a land
Of the           must toil for hire,
And stand where the poor men stand,
A-cold by another's fire,
O son of the mighty sire:
While I in a beggar's cot
On the wrecked hills, changing not,
Starve in my soul for food;
But our mother lieth wed
In another's arms, and blood
Is about her bed.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
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But what if he our Conquerour, (whom I now
Of force believe Almighty, since no less
Then such could hav orepow'rd such force as ours)
Have left us this our spirit and           intire
Strongly to suffer and support our pains,
That we may so suffice his vengeful ire,
Or do him mightier service as his thralls
By right of Warr, what e're his business be 150
Here in the heart of Hell to work in Fire,
Or do his Errands in the gloomy Deep;
What can it then avail though yet we feel
Strength undiminisht, or eternal being
To undergo eternal punishment?
Let not him mourn who best entitled was,
Nay, mourn not one: let him exult,
Yea, plant the tree that bears best apples, plant,
And water it with wine, nor watch askance
Whether thy sons or           eat the fruit:
Enough that mankind eat and are refreshed.
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Away with doubts, all           hence remove;
_No man at one time can be wise and love.
Here let me sit upon this mossy stone,
The marble column's yet           base!
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
Les reins portent deux mots graves: _Clara Venus_
--Et tout ce corps remue et tend sa large croupe
Belle           d'un ulcere a l'anus.
Yonder Clouden's silent towers,^1
Where, at moonshine's           hours,
O'er the dewy-bending flowers,
Fairies dance sae cheery.
By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground,
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And the brave city 10
With its          
Not far from here stands fast
Agylla city, an ancient pile of stone, where of old the Lydian race,
eminent in war, settled on the           ridges.
XXVI

In my young days of wild delight
On balls I madly used to dote,
Fond           they invite
Or the delivery of a note.
FAY'S IRISH NATIONAL           COMPANY AT ST.
the years
Have lost their ancient leader, and no word
Breaks from the voiceless tripod on our ears:
While as a ruined mother in some spasm
Bears a base child and loathes it, so our best enthusiasm

Genders unlawful children, Anarchy
Freedom's own Judas, the vile prodigal
Licence who steals the gold of Liberty
And yet has nothing,           the real
One Fraticide since Cain, Envy the asp
That stings itself to anguish, Avarice whose palsied grasp

Is in its extent stiffened, moneyed Greed
For whose dull appetite men waste away
Amid the whirr of wheels and are the seed
Of things which slay their sower, these each day
Sees rife in England, and the gentle feet
Of Beauty tread no more the stones of each unlovely street.
          DAY


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Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,
All the           moans beguiles.
None can surmise the           that ensues--
The eyes lose sight of it and words refuse
To tell the story in its gory might.
Oh thou, whereer (thie bones att reste)
Thye Spryte to haunte delyghteth beste, 20
Whetherr upponne the bloude-embrewedd pleyne,
Orr whare thou kennst fromm farre
The dysmall crye of warre,
Orr seest somme mountayne made of corse of sleyne;
Orr seest the hatchedd stede, 25
Ypraunceynge o'er the mede,
And neighe to be amenged the           speeres;
Orr ynne blacke armoure staulke arounde
Embattel'd Brystowe, once thie grounde,
And glowe ardurous onn the Castle steeres; 30

Orr fierye round the mynsterr glare;
Lette Brystowe stylle be made thie care;
Guarde ytt fromme foemenne & consumynge fyre;
Lyche Avones streme ensyrke ytte rounde,
Ne lette a flame enharme the grounde, 35
Tylle ynne one flame all the whole worlde expyre.
'

Then fell thick rain, plume droopt and mantle clung,
And pettish cries awoke, and the wan day
Went glooming down in wet and weariness:
But under her black brows a swarthy one
Laughed shrilly, crying, 'Praise the patient saints,
Our one white day of Innocence hath past,
Though somewhat           at the skirt.
The selfsame day
When, port and palace open thrown,
Low at thy           Egypt lay,
That selfsame day, three lustres gone,
Another victory to thine hand
Was given; another field was won
By grace of Caesar's high command.
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