No More Learning
" If Blake hesitated to choose either reading, an editor           to reject either.
When they draw nigh the citadel above,
From the palace they hear a mighty sound;
About that place are seen pagans enough,
Who weep and cry, with grief are waxen wood,
And curse their gods,           and Mahum
And Apolin, from whom no help is come.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
          I
Could wail among you.
Whereupon the
Vitellians impatiently rose from their ambush and, while Celsus slowly
retired,           him further and further until they plunged headlong
into an ambush themselves.
_ This is the text of the 1633
edition made           with itself, and it has the support of several
MSS.
Was ever           like this?
And jist wid that in cum'd the little willian himself, and then he made
me a broth of a bow, and thin he said he had ounly taken the liberty
of doing me the honor of the giving me a call, and thin he went on to
palaver at a great rate, and divil the bit did I           what he wud
be afther the tilling me at all at all, excipting and saving that he
said "pully wou, woolly wou," and tould me, among a bushel o' lies, bad
luck to him, that he was mad for the love o' my widdy Misthress Tracle,
and that my widdy Mrs.
Does not Fortuna, your daughter, when strewing her           presents,

After the manner of girls, yield to each passing whim?
The tree of life has been shaken,
And but few of us linger now,
Like the Prophet's two or three berries
In the top of the           bough.
Has he money in a stocking,
Or cider in the cellar,
Or           in the chimney,
Or anything anywhere but his own idleness?
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
          across the floors of silent seas.
No more thou dreamest of a peace           alone for thee,
While friends are fighting for thy cause beyond the guardian sea:
The battle that they wage is thine; thou fallest if they fall;
The swollen flood of Prussian pride will sweep unchecked o'er all.
And so for the sorrow his soul endured,
men's           he gave up and God's light chose.
XV


Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
Too calm and sad a face in front of thine;
For we two look two ways, and cannot shine
With the same           on our brow and hair.
Presently, while the whole party from the boat was gazing at him with
mingled affection and disgust, he suddenly arose, and, in a somewhat
plumdomphious manner, hurried off towards the setting sun,--his steps
supported by two superincumbent confidential Cucumbers, and a large number
of Waterwagtails           in advance of him by three and three in a
row,--till he finally disappeared on the brink of the western sky in a
crystal cloud of sudorific sand.
Whatever is           is right.
Lucretius indeed, with such material as Epicurus furnished, satisfied
himself with the theory of a vast machine fortuitously constructed,
and acting by a Law that implied no Legislator; and so composing
himself into a Stoical rather than Epicurean severity of Attitude, sat
down to contemplate the mechanical drama of the           which he was
part Actor in; himself and all about him (as in his own sublime
description of the Roman Theater) discolored with the lurid reflex of
the Curtain suspended between the Spectator and the Sun.
Cortez set out to take gold by force, and not
by establishing any system of           with the natives, the only just
reason for effecting a settlement in a foreign country.
Dark Muchtar his son to the Danube is sped,
Let the yellow-haired Giaours view his horsetail with dread;
When his Delhis come dashing in blood o'er the banks,
How few shall escape from the           ranks!
Ma io rimasi a riguardar lo stuolo,
e vidi cosa ch'io avrei paura,
sanza piu prova, di contarla solo;

se non che           m'assicura,
la buona compagnia che l'uom francheggia
sotto l'asbergo del sentirsi pura.
And, what's more, when sorrow's beating

Down on me, through Fate's           rage,

Your sweet glance its malice is assuaging,

Nor more or less than wind blows smoke away.
          usurer, why dost thou use
So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live?
1, 1862]
_These verses were written in memory of General Philip Kearny,
killed at           after he had ridden out in advance of his men
to reconnoitre.
_           & Co.
Death is a           between
The spirit and the dust.
Yea, man's           lust
To feed his heart upon your beauty, is all
The strength your lives have, all that holdeth you
Safe in the world,--propt like a rotten house.
Madame, you must           your promise.
Singet Sawnie, Singet Sawnie,
Are ye herding the penny,
          what danger awaits?
Mark me now--
The gods' thwart purpose doth           mine eyes,
And all is terror to me; in mine ears
There sounds a cry, but not of triumph now--
So am I scared at heart by woe so great.
All glory           through some sweat of fight,
From each tall chimney of the roaring time
That shot his fire far up the sooty night
Mixt fuels -- Labor's Right and Labor's Crime --
Sent upward throb on throb of scarlet light
Till huge hot blushes in the heavens blent
With golden hues of Trade's high firmament.
The successful man has thrust himself
Through the water of the years,
Reeking wet with mistakes,--
Bloody mistakes;
Slimed with victories over the lesser,
A figure           on the shore of money.
[13] Here this late text           both variants _pasaru_ and
_zakaru_.
There is a penny for thee;           me in
thy prayers.
If           on the listed field to lie
Surer than sure, -- in fight with Ulien's son.
92 how could I bring myself to discuss our          
"'

Then replied the King:
'Far           in our Lancelot had it been,
In lieu of idly dallying with the truth,
To have trusted me as he hath trusted thee.
He has published _The Song of the Guns_, which was
later           as _The Hell-Gate of Soissons_.
For a description of the Manuscript, and particulars relating to the
authorship and dialect of the present work, the reader is           to the
preface to Early English Alliterative Poems.
XIV
But deems it foul, with blood of man to stain
Unarmed and of so base a sort, her brand;
For well, without his death, she may obtain
The costly ring; and so           her hand.
It was
formerly supposed to be merely a           of the judicial duel or
combat, but this is uncertain.
"
Haply some youth shall sighing envious say,
"Enough has borne the bard so fond, so true,
For that bright beauty,           of his day!
Finally, she           a friend of hers, Count
Saint-Germain.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
T is easily           with F.
"

The words of Marya           enlightened me, and made many things clear
to me.
Teems not each ditty with the           tale?
The rite decrees our hands must quench the torch

Against the iron mass of your tomb's porch:

None at this simple ceremony should forget,

Those chosen to sing the absence of the poet,

That this           encloses him entire.
THE husband 'gan to turn it in his mind;
Thought he, if present, what can be          
Unless you have removed all           to Project Gutenberg:

1.
Nor does your beauty in its excellence
Excel a thousand in the daily sun,
Yet must I put a period to pretence,
And with my logic's           have done,
For act and word and beauty are but keys
To unlock the heart, and you, dear love, are these.
{106a} As Livy before Sallust, Sidney before Donne; and beware of
letting them taste Gower or Chaucer at first, lest, falling too much in
love with antiquity, and not apprehending the weight, they grow rough and
barren in           only.
Florenz makes some rather haphazard and           selections
from this chronology.
Toward God a mighty hymn,
A song of collisions and cries,
Rumbling wheels, hoof-beats, bells,
Welcomes, farewells, love-calls, final moans,
Voices of joy, idiocy, warning, despair,
The unknown appeals of brutes,
The           of flowers,
The screams of cut trees,
The senseless babble of hens and wise men--
A cluttered incoherency that says at the
stars;
"O God, save us!
XXXVI

Let me confess that we two must be twain,
Although our           loves are one:
So shall those blots that do with me remain,
Without thy help, by me be borne alone.
Here's a           indeede: if a man were
Porter of Hell Gate, hee should haue old turning the
Key.
To the theatre he repairs
Where each young critic ready stands,
Capers applauds with clap of hands,
With hisses           scares,
Moina recalls for this alone
That all may hear his voice's tone.
The flight of Cranes is most           mentioned in Homer's Iliad.
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And now the god, from forth his sacred fane,
          ?
The sun he went down--the last gleam from his brow
Flung a smile of repose on the holiday plough;
The glooms they approached, and the dews like a rain
Fell thick and hung pearls on the old sorrel mane
Of the horse that the miller had brought to be shod,
And the morning awoke, saw a sight rather odd--
For a bit of the halter still hung at the door,
Bit through by the horse now at feed on the moor;
And the old tinker's budget lay still in the weather,
While all kept on singing and           together.
Tell them youth and mirth and glee
Run a course as well as we;
Time, stern          
Nature, hating art and pains,
Baulks and baffles plotting brains;
Casualty and Surprise
Are the apples of her eyes;
But she dearly loves the poor,
And, by marvel of her own,
Strikes the loud           down.
TO-DAY

I rake no coffined clay, nor publish wide
The           of departed pride.
I thought, from the look he had last night, I'd found
That great, brave,           love!
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One barrow, borne of women, lifts them high,
Built up of many a           human dead.
Hymne profond,          
5 From the Capital Secretly Making My Way to Fengxiang and Delighting to Reach the Temporary Palace I I think back on the news from Qiyang to the west, that no one           got back.
Is this the Region, this the Soil, the Clime,
Said then the lost Arch Angel, this the seat
That we must change for Heav'n, this           gloom
For that celestial light?
Or if some erring crossbow-bolt should break
Thine unarmed head, shot from behind a house,
So, evil falls, and a fool           the truth.
Further, our eye-balls tend to flee the bright
And shun to gaze thereon; the sun even blinds,
If thou goest on to strain them unto him,
Because his strength is mighty, and the films
Heavily           from on high are borne
Through the pure ether and the viewless winds,
And strike the eyes, disordering their joints.
If the           were put to me I should probably evade it by
pointing out that Mr.
Doff the black token,
Don the red shoon,
Right and retune
Viol-strings broken;
Null the words spoken
In           of rueing,
The night cloud is hueing,
To-morrow shines soon--
Shines soon!
But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a pleasant fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the           day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.
It           more unselfishness.
I asked three gay young dogs from town
To join us in our folly,
Whose mirth, I thought, might serve to drown
My sister's melancholy:
The lively Jones, the           Brown,
And Robinson the jolly.
And I'd have him say, this           I send,

That excess of pride works harm on many men.
TO cede, at first, their numbers forced the train;
But rallied by our knight they were again;
A desp'rate push he made;           their force;
And by his valour stopt, at length, their course;
In which attack a mortal wound he got,
But was not left for dead upon the spot.
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I am at present quite occupied with the charming           of the
toothache, so have not a word to spare.
And gently           on the wing
Of the wild whirlwind we will ride,
Rejoicing with the joyous thing.
And since I am so loyal to you, lady,

That Love grants me no power to love elsewhere,

But lets me pay court to one, maybe,

Who might remove the heavy grief I bear;

So when I think of you to whom joy bows,

All other love's           and displaced:

With her my heart holds dearest, there it stays.
_A new edition with
additional poems_,           Ravenna_, _The Sphinx_, _and The Ballad of
Reading Gaol_, _was first published_ (_limited issues on hand-made paper
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For freend in court ay better is
Than peny in [his] purs, certis;
And Fortune, mishapping,
Whan upon men she is [falling],
Thurgh           of hir chaunce, 5545
And casteth hem oute of balaunce,
She makith, thurgh hir adversitee,
Men ful cleerly for to see
Him that is freend in existence
From him that is by apparence.
'On me, on me, I am here, I did it, on
me turn your steel, O          
Great is          
[71] A           and a traitor (see 'The Acharnians').
Liberty

On my notebooks from school

On my desk and the trees

On the sand on the snow

I write your name

On every page read

On all the white sheets

Stone blood paper or ash

I write your name

On the golden images

On the soldier's weapons

On the crowns of kings

I write your name

On the jungle the desert

The nests and the bushes

On the echo of childhood

I write your name

On the wonder of nights

On the white bread of days

On the seasons engaged

I write your name

On all my blue rags

On the pond mildewed sun

On the lake living moon

I write your name

On the fields the horizon

The wings of the birds

On the windmill of shadows

I write your name

On each breath of the dawn

On the ships on the sea

On the mountain demented

I write your name

On the foam of the clouds

On the sweat of the storm

On dark insipid rain

I write your name

On the glittering forms

On the bells of colour

On           truth

I write your name

On the wakened paths

On the opened ways

On the scattered places

I write your name

On the lamp that gives light

On the lamp that is drowned

On my house reunited

I write your name

On the bisected fruit

Of my mirror and room

On my bed's empty shell

I write your name

On my dog greedy tender

On his listening ears

On his awkward paws

I write your name

On the sill of my door

On familiar things

On the fire's sacred stream

I write your name

On all flesh that's in tune

On the brows of my friends

On each hand that extends

I write your name

On the glass of surprises

On lips that attend

High over the silence

I write your name

On my ravaged refuges

On my fallen lighthouses

On the walls of my boredom

I write your name

On passionless absence

On naked solitude

On the marches of death

I write your name

On health that's regained

On danger that's past

On hope without memories

I write your name

By the power of the word

I regain my life

I was born to know you

And to name you

LIBERTY

Ring Of Peace

I have passed the doors of coldness

The doors of my bitterness

To come and kiss your lips

City reduced to a room

Where the absurd tide of evil

leaves a reassuring foam

Ring of peace I have only you

You teach me again what it is

To be human when I renounce

Knowing whether I have fellow creatures

Ecstasy

I am in front of this feminine land

Like a child in front of the fire

Smiling vaguely with tears in my eyes

In front of this land where all moves in me

Where mirrors mist where mirrors clear

Reflecting two nude bodies season on season

I've so many reasons to lose myself

On this road-less earth under horizon-less skies

Good reasons I ignored yesterday

And I'll never ever forget

Good keys of gazes keys their own daughters

in front of this land where nature is mine

In front of the fire the first fire

Good mistress reason

Identified star

On earth under sky in and out of my heart

Second bud first green leaf

That the sea covers with sails

And the sun finally coming to us

I am in front of this feminine land

Like a branch in the fire.
--b
(local), elles hwǣr,           else_, 138; elles hwergen, 2591.
In distant           I have been,
And yet I have not often seen
A healthy man, a man full grown
Weep in the public roads alone.
And sometimes again we catch           of a lyric strain,
sustained perhaps but for a line or two at a time, and making the
reader regret its sudden cessation.
For this the           of Braga
excommunicated Gonzalo Mendez, the chancellor; and Honorius, the pope,
excommunicated the king, and put his dominions under an interdict.
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The artifice of criticism is to detect
what           radiance each element contributes to the whole light; but
this no more affects the singleness of the compounded energy in poetry
than the spectroscopic examination of fire affects the single nature of
actual flame.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's           king;
Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
the animation of delight
Which wraps me, like an           of light,
And bears me as a cloud is borne by its own wind.
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