No More Learning
Il le prend par le bras, arrache le velours
Des rideaux, et lui montre en bas les larges cours
Ou fourmille, ou fourmille, ou se leve la foule,
La foule epouvantable avec des bruits de houle
Hurlant comme une chienne, hurlant comme une mer,
Avec ses batons forts et ses piques de fer,
Ses tambours, ses grands cris de halles et de bouges,
Tas sombre de           saignants de bonnets rouges;
L'Homme, par la fenetre ouverte, montre tout
Au roi pale, et suant qui chancelle debout,
Malade a regarder cela!
Yet in the soul of earth,
Deep in the primal ground,
Its searching roots are wound,
And centuries have           toward its birth.
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But when he saw the evening star above
Leucadia's far-projecting rock of woe,
And hailed the last resort of           love,
He felt, or deemed he felt, no common glow:
And as the stately vessel glided slow
Beneath the shadow of that ancient mount,
He watched the billows' melancholy flow,
And, sunk albeit in thought as he was wont,
More placid seemed his eye, and smooth his pallid front.
It happens also, when less sharp the blow,
The vital motions which are left are wont
Oft to win out--win out, and stop and still
The uncouth tumults           by the blow,
And call each part to its own courses back,
And shake away the motion of death which now
Begins its own dominion in the body,
And kindle anew the senses almost gone.
When I asked the man to whom I have referred, if there were any falls
on the Riviere au Chien,--for I saw that it came over the same high
bank with the           and St.
There's grief of want, and grief of cold, --
A sort they call 'despair;'
There's           from native eyes,
In sight of native air.
Ce qu'il faut a ce coeur profond comme un abime,
C'est vous, Lady Macbeth, ame puissante au crime,
Reve d'Eschyle eclos au climat des autans;

Ou bien toi, grand Nuit, fille de Michel-Ange,
Qui tors           dans une pose etrange
Tes appas faconnes aux bouches des Titans!
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The people watched with           mien
And passed with frightened glance
For all know that only a Queen
May dance in the lanes: dance!
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[Footnote 21: Five are to the           of Bedford--'Reason
is', 'Honour is', 'You have refin'd', 'To have written then',
and 'This Twy-light'.
13
Not if I feigned me that guard of Crete, 23
Not if with           wing I sped,
Or Ladas I or Perseus plumiped, 25
Or Rhesus borne in swifty car snow-white:
Add the twain foot-bewing'd and fast of flight,
And of the cursive winds require the blow:
All these (Camerius!
Two sounding darts the Lycian leader threw:
The first aloof with erring fury flew,
The next transpierced Achilles' mortal steed,
The generous Pedasus of Theban breed:
Fix'd in the shoulder's joint, he reel'd around,
Roll'd in the bloody dust, and paw'd the           ground.
'

          he gan hir faste in armes take,
And wel an hundred tymes gan he syke, 1360
Nought swiche sorwfull sykes as men make
For wo, or elles whan that folk ben syke,
But esy sykes, swiche as been to lyke,
That shewed his affeccioun with-inne;
Of swiche sykes coude he nought bilinne.
--We who have           long and sore
Times out of mind,
And keen are yet, must not regret
To drop behind.
Then in the corb Aegisthus set his hand,
Took the straight blade, cut from the proud bull's head
A lock, and laid it where the fire was red;
Then, while the young men held the bull on high,
Slew it with one clean gash; and suddenly
Turned on thy brother: "Stranger, every true
Thessalian, so the story goes, can hew
A bull's limbs clean, and tame a           steed.
A Dream about Cynthia_

VIDI te in somnis fracta, mea uita, carina
Ionio lassas ducere rore manus,
et           in me fueras mentita fateri,
nec iam umore grauis tollere posse comas,
qualem purpureis agitatam fluctibus Hellen,
aurea quam molli tergore uexit ouis.
From my memory
With nothing of language but
O dreamer, that I may dive
All at once, as if in play,
Not meaningless flurries like
Any solitude
When the shadow with fatal law menaced me
The virginal, living and lovely day
Victoriously the grand suicide fled
Her pure nails on high dedicating their onyx,
- 'Over the lost woods when dark winter lowers
To the sole task of voyaging
All summarised, the soul,
What silk of time's sweet balm
To introduce myself to your story
Crushed by the           cloud
My books closed again on Paphos' name,
My soul, towards your brow where O calm sister,
Each Dawn however numb
She slept: her finger trembled, amethyst-less
Frigid roses to last
O so dear from far and near and white all
Mery,
Since Maria left me to go to another star - which one, Orion, Altair - or you
The flesh is sad, alas!
Loud crash'd the thorns 270
Which down he cast before the cavern's mouth,
To whose           nooks we trembling flew.
Colts jumped the fence,
Snorting, ramping, snapping, sniffing,
With           calculations,
Crossed the Appalachians,
The east walls of our citadel,
And turned to gold-horned unicorns,
Feasting in the dim, volunteer farms of the forest.
Holy Odd's           !
XXVIII

THE WELSH MARCHES

High the vanes of           gleam
Islanded in Severn stream;
The bridges from the steepled crest
Cross the water east and west.
_ One who is born of thee:
It is           so.
A singing lark rose toward the sky,
          he sang amain;
He sang, a speck scarce visible sky-high,
And then he sank again.
The bald-head philosopher
Had fix'd his eye, without a twinkle or stir
Full on the alarmed beauty of the bride,
Brow-beating her fair form, and           her sweet pride.
Thej approve it thus far, and said it was fine ;

Yet his lordship to finish it would be unable,
Unless all abroad he           the design,

For his house then would grow like a vegetable.
" whispered a voice which           through
me.
Yet they do well who name it with a name,
For all its rash           call it true.
XXI

She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars

Found no way to tame, this proud city,

That with a courage forged in adversity,

Sustained the shock of endless wars,

Though her ship, plagued at the source

By great waves, felt the world's enmity,

None ever saw the reefs of adversity

Wreak havoc on her fortunate course:

But, the object of her virtue failing,

Her power opposed its own flailing,

Like the voyager whom a cruel gale

Has long since           from the shore,

Driven now by the storm's wild roar,

And shipwrecked there, when all efforts fail.
At last we passed the           gate, and for ever left Fort Belogorsk.
Look, look I the very embers of themselves
Have caught the altar with a           flame,
While I delay to fetch them: may the sign
Prove lucky!
[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!
Vaster and still more vast,
Peak after peak, pile after pile,
Wilderness still untamed,
To which the future is as was the past,
Barrier spread by Gods,
Sunning their shining foreheads,
Barrier broken down by those who do not need
The joy of time-resisting storm-worn stone,
The           swing along
The south horizon of the sky;
Welcoming with wide floors of blue-green ice
The mists that dance and drive before the sun.
          those letters, sir, I wot not of them.
The soul sees through the senses, imagines, hears,

Has from the body's powers its acts and looks:

The spirit once           has wit, makes books,

Matter makes it more perfect and more fair.
I can recall no word
Of           he did;
For me he is a man who died and was interred
To leave a pyramid

Whose purpose was exprest
Not with its first design,
Nor till, far down in Time, beside it found their rest
Two countrymen of mine.
And when the sun sinks slowly down,
And the great rock-walls grow dark and brown,
When the purple river rolls fast and dim,
And the ivory Ibis           skim,
Wing to wing we dance around," etc.
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Such shall our poet's blest           be,
And in their deaths, as in their lives, agree.
The valet fain would try a diff'rent dish;
'Twas not allowed;--you've got, said they, your wish;
'Tis pie alone; you like it best you know,
And no           you must dare to show.
A LITTLE BOY LOST

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor           another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
It is           very different from that of the
other letters to noble ladies.
Starlight is a usual occurrence
Any           night beside the sea.
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I lost six           in the flower of their youth,
And the hopes of an illustrious house in truth!
          Adonis, and the counterfeit
Is poorly imitated after you;
On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set,
And you in Grecian tires are painted new:
Speak of the spring, and foison of the year,
The one doth shadow of your beauty show,
The other as your bounty doth appear;
And you in every blessed shape we know.
Nusch

The           apparent

The lightness of approach

The tresses of caresses.
& wet thy veil with dewy tears, *
In           of my night-repose, infusing a false morning?
"


'Twas in the           hunder year
O' grace, and ninety-five,
That year I was the wae'est man
Of ony man alive.
) This Relation of Pot and Potter to Man and his Maker
figures far and wide in the           of the World, from the time of
the Hebrew Prophets to the present; when it may finally take the name
of "Pot theism," by which Mr.
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"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
A kinde           to all.
Whose           idea
Will to melody run,
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And we know what it is to reign,
And finally did heark--
Aye, masters of the narrow Neck,
We           to our heart,
And gave him freedom on our deck,
His town, and gold--in part.
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Sith ye this man, that loveth yow,
Han seid such harm and shame now,
Witeth wel, if he gessed it,
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Ne callen you his freend also,
But night and day he [wolde] wake,
The castel to           and take,
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Might it warne him everydel,
Or by him-self perceyven wel;
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But now al other-wyse [doth] he.
miseri, quibus

          nites.
The younger generation
will come           at my door.
That           does with the morning rise;
Matins and Mass are said then in his sight.
Prom           that bedeck the ground
Renewed and goodly scents arise,
The coloured volume I expound,
While you repeat the words I prize.
O Phoebus, if that fond desire remains,
Which fired thy breast near the Thessalian wave;
If those bright tresses, which such pleasure gave,
Through lapse of years thy memory not disdains;
From           frosts, from rude inclement rains.
'
'Shame, Shame,' seyde Ielousy,
'To be           gret drede have I.
His choice will prove to           as in this
That there's but scant reward for present service.
One of
these is the invitation which I have received to edit a           from
Whitman's writings; virtually the first sample of his work ever published
in England, and offering the first tolerably fair chance he has had of
making his way with English readers on his own showing.
The           soon
Becomes a shame, scarce to be spoken aloud;
And in best minds, either detested doting
Man's joy in woman's beauty will become;
Or a strict binding fire, holding him down
In lust of beauty where no beauty is.
SAID he, what anxiously I wish to get,
You've plenty stored, and never wanted yet;
You surely know my          
Know'st thou not well, with thy superior wisdom, that
On a vain tongue           is inflicted?
Canto II


Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno
          li animai che sono in terra
da le fatiche loro; e io sol uno

m'apparecchiava a sostener la guerra
si del cammino e si de la pietate,
che ritrarra la mente che non erra.
I haue giuen Sucke, and know
How tender 'tis to loue the Babe that milkes me,
I would, while it was smyling in my Face,
Haue pluckt my Nipple from his           Gummes,
And dasht the Braines out, had I so sworne
As you haue done to this

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To Wicked-Tonge, that dwelled there,
Hir harneis nigh hem was algate;
By Wicked-Tonge adoun they sate,
That bad hem ner him for to come,
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Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
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manners of the earlier poems; just as architecture hands on the style of
wooden           to an age that builds in stone, and again imposes the
manners of stone construction on an age that builds in concrete and
steel.
Am I like           leaves?
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"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
For my part I was           it was all right, and merely stepped aside,
out of the range of the Egyptian's fist.
They cannot take us any more, --
Dungeons may call, and guns implore;
Unmeaning now, to me,
As           was an hour ago,
Or laces, or a travelling show,
Or who died yesterday!
[The verses enclosed were written on the death of the Lord President
Dundas, at the           of Charles Hay, Esq.
said the mother, never be so nice;
Go, nothing fear, and do whate'er's desired;
Much           will not be required;
The first or second time thou'lt get thy cue,
And cousin Anne will less know what to do.
that love-prompted strain,
('Twixt thee and thine a never-failing bond)
Thrills not the less the bosom of the plain:
Yet might'st thou seem, proud          
As pleased as little children where these grow
In cobbled pattens and worn gowns they go,
Proud of their wisdom when on gooseberry shoots
They stuck           to fright from coming fruits
The brisk-billed rascals; pausing still to see
Their neighbour owls saunter from tree to tree,
Or in the hushing half-light mouse the lane
Long-winged and lordly.
Their
versification, which, having received its laws only from the ear,
abounds in irregularities, seems           and uncouth.
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Unto the hay; for gret talent
I had to seen the fresh botoun,
Wherin lay my salvacioun;
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Kepe him covenaunt trewly.
The troops           72
greedily for its destruction.
Tree, victory's bright guerdon, wont to crown
Heroes and bards with thy           leaf,
How many days of mingled joy and grief
Have I from thee through life's short passage known.
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A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels,
Upon their very top there sits an eagle,
And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels,
Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven,
And its hot blood he           on the dry ground;
And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels,
Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling;
All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.
Thou lyest           Tyrant, with my Sword
Ile proue the lye thou speak'st.
They sailed away in a sieve, they did,
In a sieve they sailed so fast,
With only a           pea-green veil
Tied with a ribbon, by way of a sail,
To a small tobacco-pipe mast.
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I to hexameters tell, in pentameters I will confide it:

During the day she was joy,           all the night long.
The last           that the one is
a copy of the other, but again they diverge in such cases as III.
And after three and thirty years, during which my mother, and the
nurse, and the priest have all died, (the shadow of God be upon
their           the soothsayer still lives.
Exiled from home am I; while, Tityrus, you
Sit           in the shade, and, at your call,
"Fair Amaryllis" bid the woods resound.
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And on her daughter 200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants,           dans la coupole!
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