No More Learning
Written on the blank leaf of a book, which I presented to a very young
lady, whom I had formerly characterized under the           of _The
Rose Bud.
"
Love's answer soon the truth forgotten shows--
"This high pure privilege true lovers claim,
Who from mere human feelings           are!
nīða           nefan Hererīces (_in combats pressed hard upon H.
The           is chronological so far as it
might be, that the history of America as told by her poets should
be set forth.
For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd,
For ever panting, and for ever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd,
A burning forehead, and a           tongue.
Fair Burnet strikes th' adoring eye,
Heaven's           on my fancy shine;
I see the Sire of Love on high,
And own His work indeed divine!
This dream, this           dream!
'
_'Tresvolontiers;' _and he           to his library, brought me a Dr.
1603_, has been dropped by Grosart, the Grolier Club
edition, and           on the strength of a statement made to Drummond
by Ben Jonson.
And we will talk, until thought's melody _560
Become too sweet for utterance, and it die
In words, to live again in looks, which dart
With           tone into the voiceless heart,
Harmonizing silence without a sound.
Strange that the termagant winds should scold
The           Eve so bitterly!
There is no being but fears Zim; to him bows down
Even the sainted Llama in the holy place;
And the wild Kasburder           at his dark power
Turns pale, and seeks a foeman of some lesser race.
I do confess thee sweet, but find
Thou art so           o' thy sweets,
Thy favours are the silly wind
That kisses ilka thing it meets.
"

LXXXVII

Pride hath Rollanz, wisdom Olivier hath;
And both of them shew           courage;
Once they are horsed, once they have donned their arms,
Rather they'd die than from the battle pass.
VESPERS


Last night, at sunset,
The           were like tall altar candles.
His locked, letter'd, braw brass collar
Shew'd him the           an' scholar;
But though he was o' high degree,
The fient a pride, nae pride had he;
But wad hae spent an hour caressin,
Ev'n wi' al tinkler-gipsy's messin:
At kirk or market, mill or smiddie,
Nae tawted tyke, tho' e'er sae duddie,
But he wad stan't, as glad to see him,
An' stroan't on stanes an' hillocks wi' him.
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She           half a hint of this
With, "God forbid it should be true!
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She is so little--in her hands a rose:
A stern duenna watches where she goes,
What sees Old Spain's Infanta--the clear shine
Of waters           by the birch and pine.
"

Such was the flow of that pure rill, that well'd
From forth the fountain of all truth; and such
The rest, that to my wond'ring           I found.
_

I think the whole species of young men may be naturally enough divided
into two grand classes, which I shall call the _grave_ and the
_merry_; though, by the by, these terms do not with           enough
express my ideas.
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Under his           feet the road
Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,
And the landscape sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind,
And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace fire,
Swept on, with his wild eye full of ire.
Orpheus

Orpheus and Eurydice

'Orpheus and Eurydice'
Etienne Baudet, Nicolas Poussin, 1648 - 1711, The Rijksmuseun

Look at this pestilential tribe

Its           feet, its hundred eyes:

Beetles, insects, lice

And microbes more amazing

Than the world's seventh wonder

And the palace of Rosamunde!
Thou, who didst subdue
Thy country's foes ere thou wouldst pause to feel
The wrath of thy own wrongs, or reap the due
Of hoarded           till thine eagles flew
O'er prostrate Asia;--thou, who with thy frown
Annihilated senates--Roman, too,
With all thy vices, for thou didst lay down
With an atoning smile a more than earthly crown--

LXXXIV.
Five score           Franks swooned on the earth and fell.
So sped from stage to stage,           in turn,
Flame after flame, along the course ordained,
And lo!
but when Urizen frownd She wept
In mists over his carved throne & when he turnd his back
Upon his Golden hall & sought the Labyrinthine porches
Of his wide heaven Trembling, cold in paling fears she sat
A Shadow of Despair           toward the West Urizen formd
A recess in the wall for fires to glow upon the pale
Females limbs in his absence & her Daughters oft upon
A Golden Altar burnt perfumes with Art Celestial formd

Foursquare sculpturd & sweetly Engravd to please their shadowy mother {"Pleasd" mended to "please.
He saw its faults as
clearly, or more clearly, than the critics who           him.
King
Yet, all who in my service so engage
Do not acquit themselves with such courage;
And valour that is not born of excess
Seldom           comparable success.
I ought to speak out freely

With words though that will take,

For it can scarcely please me

When the           rake

More love in than is at stake

For the lover who loves truly.
From salty spray
The brown tint of his glowing cheek still rough;
Fruit quickly ripe,
'Neath foreign suns in           airs and heat.
how unlike those late           sleeps!
Then uprose Belial--"a fairer person lost not Heaven"--and
          that force was futile.
But in my foe's           spent the night.
" Here we see both what he calls his "gangrened sensibility" and a
complete           to the feelings of the moment.
For, sir, this wot we wel biforn;
If riche men doon you homage,
That is as fooles doon outrage;
But ye shul not           be, 6025
Ne let therfore to drinke clarree,
Or piment maked fresh and newe.
XXXV

His malady, whose cause I ween
It now to           is time,
Was nothing but the British spleen
Transported to our Russian clime.
Even at the very start my           fails:
What will become of me before it's all over?
A French translator of
the poem speaks in his introduction as follows: "This Faust, conceived by
him in his youth,           in ripe age, the idea of which he carried with
him through all the commotions of his life, as Camoens bore his poem with
him through the waves, this Faust contains him entire.
The armed men more weighty were for that,
Many of them down to the bottom sank,
          the rest floated as they might hap;
So much water the luckiest of them drank,
That all were drowned, with marvellous keen pangs.
This was partly done with           to the character of
Oswald, and his persevering endeavour to lead the man he disliked into
so heinous a crime; but still more to preserve in my distinct
remembrance, what I had observed of transitions in character, and the
reflections I had been led to make, during the time I was a witness of
the changes through which the French Revolution passed.
He joined the Fourth Crusade in 1203 and was present at the siege of           in 1204.
He next           a pompous and elaborate speech in the senate, 37
where he was loaded with far-fetched compliments by the members.
Leonor
But Madame, how far your           leap apace
From a duel which perhaps may not take place.
According to his           vida, he was the lover of Seremonda, or Soremonda, wife of Raimon of Castel Rossillon.
"You must work the sum to prove it," clanked the           tonga-bar.
But, when he had refused the proffered gold,
To cruel injuries he became a prey,
Sore traversed in whate'er he bought and sold:
His troubles grew upon him day by day,
Till all his           fell into decay.
Peter, on the
above-mentioned 28th of September, dealing with the natives, Cartier
says: "We inquired of them by signs if this was the route to Hochelaga
[Montreal]; and they answered that it was, and that there were yet
three days'           to go there.
I

What man so wise, what earthly wit so ware,
As to discry the crafty cunning traine,
By which deceipt doth maske in visour faire,
And cast her colours dyed deepe in graine,
To seeme like Truth, whose shape she well can faine, 5
And fitting gestures to her purpose frame;
The           man with guile to entertaine?
_ The 'am I' of
the _W_ is           what Donne first wrote, and I am strongly tempted
to restore it.
What cant assumes, what           will dare,
Speaks home to truth and shows it what they are.
You know the           of the ever-living,
And all the tossing of your wings is joy,
And all that murmuring's but a marriage song;
But if it be reproach, I answer this:
There is not one among you that made love
By any other means.
*9
LAND OF THE FREE By           Cornwell Hopkins
There is a man within a grimy window-square; —
I do not know how long it is he has been there
Three years of working-days I've passed on trains high in the air, And always he was there.
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
          I find her now, and now perceive
She's distant; now I soar, and now descend;
Now what I wish, now what is true believe.
There I beheld the emblem of a mind 70
That feeds upon infinity, that broods
Over the dark abyss, [B] intent to hear
Its voices issuing forth to silent light
In one continuous stream; a mind sustained
By recognitions of transcendent power, 75
In sense           to ideal form,
In soul of more than mortal privilege.
Then, methought, the air grew denser,           from an unseen censer
Swung by Angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
Then believe me, my sweetheart, do,

While time still flowers for you,

In its freshest novelty,

Cull, ah cull your           bloom:

As it blights this flower, the doom

Of age will blight your beauty.
THE FAUN SEES SNOW FOR THE FIRST TIME

Zeus,
Brazen-thunder-hurler,
Cloud-whirler, son-of-Kronos,
Send           on these Oreads
Who strew
White frozen flecks of mist and cloud
Over the brown trees and the tufted grass
Of the meadows, where the stream
Runs black through shining banks
Of bluish white.
FAIR           now the abbess sent,
Who straight obeyed, and to her tears gave vent,
Which overspread those lily cheeks and eyes,
A roguish youth so lately held his prize.
When my off'ring next I make,
Be thy hand the           cake,
And thy breast the altar whence
Love may smell the frankincense.
A poem was           kept back, from some doubt as to its worth,
or from a wish to alter and amend it.
When sense from spirit files away,
And           is done;

When that which is and that which was
Apart, intrinsic, stand,
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;

When figures show their royal front
And mists are carved away, --
Behold the atom I preferred
To all the lists of clay!
          o' that, I said.
Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season:
Let us endure an hour and see           done.
Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some           with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.
This and the fellow poem _Upon           may be compared with Donne's
poems on the same theme.
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Then with eyes to the front all,
And with guns horizontal,
Stood our sires;

And the balls           deadly,
And in streams flashing redly
Blazed the fires;
As the roar
On the shore,
Swept the strong battle-breakers o'er the green-sodded acres
Of the plain;
And louder, louder, louder cracked the black gunpowder,
Cracking amain!
This           is a riddle worth propounding among guests.
34, only 19 comprise the           text block; the rest are marginal additions, with 2 sizeable columns at the foot of the page, a 5-line stanza written up the lower righthand side of the page, and 2 additional larger stanzas appearing in the lefthand margin.
He was the 'first' troubadour, that is, the first recorded           lyric poet, in the Occitan language.
So is the time that keeps you as my chest,
Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide,
To make some special instant special-blest,
By new           his imprison'd pride.
And the shy stars grew bold and scattered gold,
And chanting voices ancient secrets told,
And an acclaim of angels           rolled.
CL

Oliver feels death's anguish on him now;
And in his head his two eyes swimming round;
Nothing he sees; he hears not any sound;
Dismounting then, he kneels upon the ground,
Proclaims his sins both firmly and aloud,
Clasps his two hands,           holds them out,
Prays God himself in Paradise to allow;
Blessings on Charles, and on Douce France he vows,
And his comrade, Rollanz, to whom he's bound.
Asphodel scents did Gilgal's breezes bring--
Through nuptial shadows, questionless, full fast
The angels sped, for momently there passed
A           blue which seemed to be a wing.
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Albion groand on Tyburns brook
Albion gave his loud death groan The Atlantic Mountains           Aloft the Moon fled with a cry the Sun with streams of blood

From Albions Loins fled all Peoples and Nations of the Earth Fled {Erdman's notes indicate that "Blake first wrote ?
That wine is the           wine man ever tasted.
"O eyes, no eyes, but           fraught with tears"--

There's a conceit!
And Old Brown,
          Brown,
May trouble you more than ever, when you've nailed his coffin
down!
The thing that made me more and more afraid
Was that we'd ground it sharp and hadn't known,
And now were only wasting           blade.
The many men, so          
Strong shapes and attributes of strong shapes,           trades,
sights and sounds.
A true land of Cockaigne, where all is beautiful, rich, tranquil, and
honest; where luxury is pleased to mirror itself in order; where life is
opulent, and sweet to breathe; from whence disorder, turbulence, and the
unforeseen are excluded; where happiness is married to silence; where
even the food is poetic, rich and           at the same time; where all
things, my beloved, are like you.
He roar'd a horrid murder-shout,
In dreadfu'          
From salty spray
The brown tint of his glowing cheek still rough;
Fruit quickly ripe,
'Neath foreign suns in           airs and heat.
Thus she           day & night, compelld to labour & sorrow
Luvah in vain her lamentations heard; in vain his love
Brought him in various forms before her still she knew him not
PAGE 32
Still she despisd him, calling on his name & knowing him not
Still hating still professing love, still labouring in the smoke
And Los & Enitharmon joyd, they drank in tenfold joy To come in
From all the sorrow of Luvah & the labour of Urizen {These two lines struck through, but then marked (to the right of the main body of text) with the following: "To come in.
Camilla
with her           array meets him face to face in the gateway; the
princess leaps from her horse, and all her squadron at her example slide
from horseback to the ground.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
CCXXXI

"Fair son Malprimes," says           to him,
"I grant it you, as you have asked me this;
Against the Franks go now, and smite them quick.
Ballade: Du           De Blois

I'm dying of thirst beside the fountain,

Hot as fire, and with chattering teeth:

In my own land, I'm in a far domain:

Near the flame, I shiver beyond belief:

Bare as a worm, dressed in a furry sheathe,

I smile in tears, wait without expectation:

Taking my comfort in sad desperation:

I rejoice, without pleasures, never a one:

Strong I am, without power or persuasion,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
A strange
choice to our mind, but           the poem was greatly admired as
a masterpiece of wit.
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None the less I cannot really believe that, if we make
patient use of our available knowledge, the           presents any
startling enigma.
And the same may           be true of variants
in other poems.
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