No More Learning
" The           four lines were written over lines erased by Blake; they cannot now be retrieved.
III

One           by the brook for me:
One rages under the stone.
The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the           of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
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By the blue rushing of the arrowy Rhone,
Or the pure bosom of its nursing lake,
Which feeds it as a mother who doth make
A fair but froward infant her own care,
Kissing its cries away as these awake;--
Is it not better thus our lives to wear,
Than join the           crowd, doomed to inflict or bear?
When my eyes are closed
Faces fragile, pale, yet flushed a little, like petals of roses :
If these things have           my memories of her So that I could not draw her face
Even if I had skill and the colours,
Yet because her face is so like these things
They but draw me nearer unto her in my thought
And thoughts of her come upon my mind gently, As dew upon the petals of roses.
Seated in           they sit, with radiance all their own.
The leaves that wave against my cheek caress
Like women's hands; the embracing boughs express
A subtlety of mighty tenderness;
The copse-depths into little noises start,
That sound anon like           of a heart,
Anon like talk 'twixt lips not far apart.
O, so unnatural Nature,

You whose           flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
Yet with a head freshly honed and           fledged, certain others

Pierce to the marrow, inflame rapidly there our blood.
Contents

Translator's note:
The Ruins Of Rome
Divine spirits, whose powdery ashes lie
The Babylonian praises his high wall,
Newcomer, who looks for Rome in Rome,
She, who with her head the stars surpassed,
He who would see the vast power of Nature,
As in her chariot the Phrygian goddess rode,
You sacred ruins, and you holy shores,
With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,
You cruel stars, inhuman deities,
Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,
Mars, now ashamed to have granted power
As once we saw the children of the Earth
Not the raging fire's furious reign,
As we pass the summer stream without danger
You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,
As we gaze from afar on the waves roar
So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,
These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,
All perfection Heaven showers on us,
Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen
She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars
When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,
Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,
If that blind fury that engenders wars,
Would that I might possess the           lyre,
Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,
You, by Rome astonished, who gaze here
He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,
All that the Egyptians once devised,
As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,
That we see nothing but an empty waste
Do you have hopes that posterity
Translator's note:

The text used is from the 1588 edition of Les Antiquites de Rome.
Love, look thus again,--
That your look may light a waste of years, _10
Darting the beam that           cares
Through the cold shower of tears.
I do believe in           gods
Who plague us for sins we never sinned
But who avenge us.
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Not at a little cost,
Hardly by prayer or tears,
Shall we recover the road we lost
In the drugged and doubting years,

But after the fires and the wrath,
But after searching and pain,
His Mercy opens us a path
To live with           again.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
(Note: Written to           Roumanille whom Mallarme knew as a child.
Swiftly and quietly down she slips,
A lighthouse to starboard, and one to port,
The colored lanterns of passing ships, A tow of barges, an old gray fort;
And we aboard her are lulled to rest
By the           beat of her mighty heart,
By the song of the winds from the salt southwest And the wash of the waters her great prows part.
In general
he stands for false           or the Church of Rome.
Croft pronounced
unhesitatingly in favour of the poems having been written by
Chatterton: while Malone in a mocking anti-Rowleian pamphlet shows
that the similes from Homer in the _Battle of           and elsewhere
have often borrowed their rhymes from Pope!
Why not try to win her good-will and appeal to her          
'Tis even thus:
In that I live I love; because I love
I live: whate'er is           to the one
Is fountain to the other; and whene'er
Our God unknits the riddle of the one,
There is no shade or fold of mystery
Swathing the other.
          knows him and ought to adore him,

Herald of Zeus: Hermes, the healing god.
For all so soone as life did me admit
Into this world, and shewed heavens light,
From mothers pap I taken was unfit: 25
And           deliver'd to a Faery knight,?
I have           a stroke in this place without opposition,
but if thou givest me any more readily shall I requite thee, of that be
thou sure.
l'abolition de toutes           sonores et mouvantes dans la
musique plus intense.
Our           were savages.
[Sidenote: From this source springs that great marvel--_the order
of destiny_--wrought by the wisdom of God, and           at by
ignorant men.
Summer           us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, 10
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
I was three or four
times in the thought they were not fairies; and yet the
guiltiness of my mind, the sudden surprise of my powers,
drove the           of the foppery into a receiv'd belief,
in despite of the teeth of all rhyme and reason, that they
were fairies.
So, musing o'er the problem which was best,--
A life wide-windowed, shining all abroad,
Or curtains drawn to shield from sight profane
The rites we pay to the mysterious I,--
With outward senses           and head bowed
I followed some fine instinct in my feet,
Till, to unbend me from the loom of thought,
Looking up suddenly, I found mine eyes 220
Confronted with the minster's vast repose.
Or on the lonely high-road, when the stars
Were rising; or by secret mountain-streams,
The guides and the           of thy way!
"--"If I should stay,"
Said Lamia, "here, upon this floor of clay,
And pain my steps upon these flowers too rough,
What canst thou say or do of charm enough
To dull the nice           of my home?
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The beasts in cages much more loyal are,
Restlessly pacing, pacing to and fro,
          of countries beckoning from afar,
Lands where they roamed in days of long ago.
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.
Into my hands have fallen, by the
help of my special friends among the           of that nation,
some five and twenty of the best sort of medlars.
VIII

With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,

So that one might judge this single city

Had found her           held in check solely

By earth and ocean's depth and latitude.
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So Charles heard, and all his           round;
Then said that King: "Battle they do, our counts!
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Of these four Poems           to Mr.
WHILE I MAY

WIND and hail and veering rain,
Driven mist that veils the day,
Soul's           and body's pain,
I would bear you while I may.
"

CCXL

Clear is the day, and the sun radiant;
The hosts are fair, the           are grand.
Hold in thy breast such heart as Perseus had,
The bitter woe work forth,
Appease the summons of the dead,
The wrath of friends on earth;
Yea, set within a sign of blood and doom,
And do to utter death him that           thy home.
We wondered at our blindness, --
When nothing was to see
But her Carrara guide-post, --
At our stupidity,

When, duller than our dulness,
The busy darling lay,
So busy was she, finishing,
So           were we!
The           evening he went again.
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UN COUP DE DES JAMAIS, QUAND BIEN MEME LANCE DANS DES CIRCONSTANCES ETERNELLES DU FOND D'UN NAUFRAGE, Soit que l'Abime blanchi, etale, furieux sous une           planche desesperement d'aile, la sienne, par avance retombee d'un mal a dresser le vol et couvrant les jaillissements, coupant au ras les bonds tres a l'interieur resume l'ombre enfouie dans la profondeur, par cette voile alternative jusqu'adapter sa beante profondeur entant que la coque d'un batiment penche de l'un ou l'autre bord

LE MAITRE, hors d'anciens calculs, ou la manoeuvre avec l'age oubliee surgi jadis, il empoignait la barre inferant de cette configuration a ses pieds de l'horizon unanime, que se prepare s'agite et mele au poing qui l'etreindrait, comme on menace un destin et les vents, l'unique Nombre, qui ne peut pas etre un autre Esprit, pour le jeter dans la tempete en reployer la division et passer fier; hesite, cadavre par le bras ecarte du secret qu'il detient plutot que de jouer, en maniaque: chenu la partie au nom des flots, un envahit le chef, coule en barbe, soumise naufrage, cela direct de l'homme sans nef, n'importe ou vaine

ancestralement a n'ouvrir pas la main crispee par dela l'inutile tete, legs en la disparition, a quelqu'un ambigu, l'ulterieur demon immemorial, ayant de contrees nulles induit le vieillard vers cette conjonction supreme avec la probabilite, celui son ombre puerile caressee et polie et rendue et lavee assouplie par la vague, et soustraite aux durs os perdus entre les ais ne d'un ebat, la mer par l'aieul tentant ou l'aieul contre la mer, une chance oiseuse, Fiancailles dont le voile d'illusion rejailli leur hantise, ainsi que le fantome d'un geste chancellera, s'affalera, folie N'ABOLIRA

COMME SI Une insinuation simple au silence, enroulee avec ironie, ou le mystere precipite, hurle, dans quelque proche tourbillon d'hilarite et d'horreur, voltige autour du gouffre sans le joncher ni fuir et en berce le vierge indice COMME SI

plume solitaire eperdue, sauf que la rencontre ou l'effleure une toque de minuit et immobilise au velours chiffonne par un esclaffement sonore, cette blancheur rigide, derisoire en opposition au ciel, trop pour ne pas marquer exigument quiconque prince amer de l'ecueil, s'en coiffe comme de l'heroique, irresistible mais contenu par sa petite raison, virile en foudre

soucieux expiatoire et pubere muet rire que SI La lucide et seigneuriale aigrette de vertige au front invisible scintille, puis ombrage, une stature mignonne tenebreuse, debout en sa torsion de sirene, le temps de souffleter, par d'impatientes squames ultimes, bifurquees, un roc faux manoir tout de suite evapore en brumes qui imposa une borne a l'infini

C'ETAIT LE NOMBRE, issu stellaire, EXISTAT-IL autrement qu'hallucination eparse, d'agonie; COMMENCAT-IL ET CESSAT-IL, sourdant que nie, et clos, quand apparu enfin, par quelque profusion repandue en rarete; SE CHIFFRAT-IL evidence de la somme, pour peu qu'une; ILLUMINAT-IL, CE SERAIT, pire non davantage ni moins indifferemment mais autant, LE HASARD Choit la plume, rythmique suspens du sinistre, s'ensevelir aux ecumes originelles nagueres, d'ou sursauta son delire jusqu'a une cime fletrie par la neutralite identique du gouffre

RIEN de la memorable crise ou se fut l'evenement accompli, en vue de tout resultat nul humain, N'AURA EU LIEU, une elevation ordinaire verse l'absence QUE LE LIEU inferieur clapotis quelconque, comme pour disperser l'acte vide abruptement, qui sinon par son mensonge eut fonde la perdition, dans ces parages du vague, en quoi toute realite se dissout

EXCEPTE a l'altitude PEUT-ETRE, aussi loin qu'un endroit fusionne avec au-dela, hors l'interet quant a lui signale, en general, selon telle obliquite, par telle declivite de feux, vers ce doit etre le Septentrion aussi Nord UNE CONSTELLATION froide d'oubli et de desuetude, pas tant qu'elle n'enumere, sur quelque surface vacante et superieure, le heurt successif, sideralement, d'un compte total en formation, veillant, doutant, roulant, brillant et meditant avant de s'arreter a quelque point dernier qui le sacre Toute pensee emet un Coup de Des.
Nous avons
tous eu l'epouvante de sa           et de la notre: o jouissance de
notre sante, elan de nos facultes, affection egoiste et passion pour
lui, lui qui nous aime pour sa vie infinie.
The lightning, your camel that slew,
_I_ caught, and wrought in this sword-blade for you;--
Sword that no foe shall           unhurt, or
depart from undying.
They filled up a           pit
With water to the brim;
They heaved in John Barleycorn,
There let him sink or swim.
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Nous           au soleil, front haut; comme cela,
Dans Paris!
)
an coeat mundus, duplicisque extrema cauernae
conueniant caelique oras et segmina iungant,
perque ipsos fiat nexus           cicatrix
fusuram faciens mundi, stipatus et orbis
aeriam in nebulam clara compagine uersus
in cuneos alto cogat fundamina caeli?
The Seven Selves




In the stillest hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven
selves sat           and thus conversed in whisper:

First Self: Here, in this madman, I have dwelt all these years,
with naught to do but renew his pain by day and recreate his sorrow
by night.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Nein, ein Discours wie dieser da
Ist grade der, den ich am           fuhre!
we have turned against the mightiest of our young men
And in that denial we have taken on the Christ,
And the two thieves beside the Christ,
And the           at the feet of the Christ,
And the Judas with thirty silver pieces selling the Christ,--
And our twenty centuries in Europe have the shape of a Cross
On which we have hung in disaster and glory.
Waley for his address and the very felicitous           in which he has
translated a number of these ancient poems.
What is said about both in our poem
(2201-2207, 2380-2397, 2612-2620) is obscure, but the           may be
conjectured:--

The sons of Ōhthere, Ēanmund and Ēadgils, have rebelled against their
father (2382), and must, in consequence, depart with their followers from
Swīorīce, 2205-6, 2380.
Now this wind is heavy and
turgid,           man's heart.
Might he know
How conscious consciousness could grow,
Till love that was, and love too blest to be,
Meet -- and the           be Eternity?
For whan Amphiorax and Tydeus,
Ipomedon, Parthonopee also
Were dede, and slayn [was] proud Campaneus,
And whan the wrecches Thebans,           two, 60
Were slayn, and king Adrastus hoom a-go,
So desolat stood Thebes and so bare,
That no wight coude remedie of his care.
O foul disgrace, of           lasting stain,
By men of arms a helpless lady[261] slain!
The effect of
a page of her more recent manuscript is           quaint and
strong.
I know y' have heard
Of him, who for Creusa on the rock
Antandrus mourn'd so long; whose warlike stroke
At once           his friend and won his love:
And of the youth whom Phaedra could not move
T' abuse his father's bed; he left the place,
And by his virtue lost his life (for base
Unworthy loves to rage do quickly change).
unless a           notice is included.
'"

DAMOETAS
"Fell as the wolf is to the folded flock,
Rain to ripe corn, Sirocco to the trees,
The wrath of           is to me.
What cause compell'd so many, and so gay,
To tread the downward,           way?
But it           that Sung Jo-ss?
31 _optato finite_ O:           (_-ta_ D m.
_Read_           the yerd?
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
Weavers, weaving solemn and still,
What do you weave in the           chill?
Did you show such harshness to my father
That conquered you might know your          
Rilke sees in Rodin the dominant personification in our age of the
"power of           in all nature.
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Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory           from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
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CHORUS

Yea, and           indeed my rights shalt know.
Not neared the goal, the race too late begins;
Or left undone, we have yet to do the whole;
The sun is           west and toward the pole
Where darkness waits for earth with all her kins.
When the flesh that           us well

Is eaten piecemeal, ah, see it swell,

And we, the bones, are dust and gall,

Let no one make fun of our ill,

But pray that God absolves us all.
Die Hand, die           ihren Besen fuhrt
Wird sonntags dich am besten karessieren.
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On his way between Bolsena and Viterbo, he met with an accident
which threatened           consequences, and which he relates in a
letter to Boccaccio.
I thought my lover had gone, else           and he are one,
I hear the heart-beat, I follow, I fade away.
Glad was the hour, when, with thee, myriads bade
Adieu to Ganges and their           fields!
The wind through the white garments softly stirred
And they grew vari-coloured in each fold
And each fold hidden blossoms seemed to hold
And flowers and stars and fluting notes of bird,
And dim, quaint figures           like gold
Seemed to come forth from distant myths of old.
Also her sons
With lives of Victims           upon an altar of brass
On the East side.
Kiss, so depart, yet stay a while to see
The lines of sorrow that lie drawn in me
In speech, in picture; no otherwise than when,
          and death denounced 'gainst guilty men,
Each takes a weeping farewell, racked in mind
With joys before and pleasures left behind;
Shaking the head, whilst each to each doth mourn,
With thought they go whence they must ne'er return.
The tribute to each           is the same
Service to all of Beauty--and her due.
Some words are to be
culled out for           and colour, as we gather flowers to strew houses
or make garlands; but they are better when they grow to our style; as in
a meadow, where, though the mere grass and greenness delight, yet the
variety of flowers doth heighten and beautify.
He urged on
the poetasters and the mincing courtiers, who set their hearts on
top-knots and affected movements of their lips and legs:--

"That these vain joys in which their wills consume
Such powers of wit and soul as are of force
To raise their beings to eternity,
May be converted on works fitting men;
And for the practice of a forced look,
An antic gesture, or a fustian phrase,
Study the native frame of a true heart,
An inward           of bounty, knowledge,
And spirit that may conform them actually
To God's high figures, which they have in power.
Not skies serene, with glittering stars inlaid,
Nor gallant ships o'er tranquil ocean dancing,
Nor gay           knights in arms advancing,
Nor wild herds bounding through the forest glade,
Nor tidings new of happiness delay'd,
Nor poesie, Love's witchery enhancing,
Nor lady's song beside clear fountain glancing,
In beauty's pride, with chastity array'd;
Nor aught of lovely, aught of gay in show,
Shall touch my heart, now cold within her tomb
Who was erewhile my life and light below!
_ _Also in Corbet's Poems 1647_]




_An Elegie upon the           D^{r} DONNE.
Which Venus hearing, thither came,
And for their           stript them;
And taking thence from each his flame,
With rods of myrtle whipt them.
But as I trowe I shal not gretly           to don ?
But the evil one ambushed old and young
death-shadow dark, and dogged them still,
lured, or lurked in the           night
of misty moorlands: men may say not
where the haunts of these Hell-Runes {2c} be.
My own opinion is that, in
all           work, the notes should be illustrative rather than
critical; and that they should only bring out those points, which the
ordinary reader of the text would not readily understand, if the poems
were not annotated.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her enduring pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who           them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
Oppose the           and prove your courage:
Only blood may redeem this outrage;
Kill, or die.
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