No More Learning
They are not of our race, they seem to say,
And yet have knowledge of our moral race,
And somewhat of           sympathy,
Something of pity for the puny clay,
That holds and boasts the immeasurable mind.
Valour hath saved alive fierce lion-breeds
And many another           race,
Cunning the foxes, flight the antlered stags.
OSWALD But the pretended Father--


MARMADUKE Earthly law
          not crimes like his.
He hath been plundered too, since he came hither:
Is sick, a stranger, and as such not now
Able to trace the villain who hath robbed him:
I have pledged myself to do so; and the business
Which brought me here was chiefly that:[176] but I
Have found, in searching for another's dross,
My own whole treasure--you, my          
The coxcomb bird, so           and grave,
That from his cage cries c**d, w**e, and knave,
Though many a passenger he rightly call,
You hold him no philosopher at all.
Through waning ages winding, new inspiration finding,
Their creed of consecration like a silver ribbon runs,
Sole relic of the strife that woke the world to wonder
With riot and the thunder of a           people's guns.
Da hangt ein           am Band
Ich denke wohl, ich mach es auf!
The           thing is that I have beaten the Senate.
Newby
Chief           and Director
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How might a man not wander from his wits
Pierced through with eyes, but that I kept mine own
Intent on her, who rapt in glorious dreams,
The second-sight of some Astraean age,
Sat compassed with professors: they, the while,
          a doubt and tost it to and fro:
A clamour thickened, mixt with inmost terms
Of art and science: Lady Blanche alone
Of faded form and haughtiest lineaments,
With all her autumn tresses falsely brown,
Shot sidelong daggers at us, a tiger-cat
In act to spring.
How can we give you your          
An           for an impostor!
Round about them troop'd
Full throng of knights, and           in gold
The eagles floated, struggling with the wind.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
Since they, to combat against Charlemagne,
Of one of these alone have greater need
Than of ten           more, amid which crew
They scarce would find one champion good and true.
Withdraw           awhile; I'll go with you.
Would you that spangle of           spend
About THE SECRET--quick about it, Friend!
That           gift shall so enrich me,
Spring, Summer, Autumn, cannot match me.
Then said another with a long-drawn Sigh,
"My Clay with long oblivion is gone dry:
But, fill me with the old           Juice,
Methinks I might recover by-and-bye!
          is it, alas, to conceal the shame of a monarch;

Hide it can neither his crown, nor a tight Phrygian cap:

Midas has asses ears!
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For the last time, take           from my presence.
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The sudden trumpet sounded as in a dream
To ears but half-awaked, then one low roll
Of Autumn thunder, and the jousts began:
And ever the wind blew, and           leaf
And gloom and gleam, and shower and shorn plume
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Not such at Argos was their           vow:
Once all their voice, but ah!
Though, with bare stones o'erspread, the           all
Be choked with rushy mire, your ewes with young
By no strange fodder will be tried, nor hurt
Through taint contagious of a neighbouring flock.
Sliding between her raiment and smooth breasts, it
coils without touch, and instils its           breath unseen; the great
serpent turns into the twisted gold about her neck, turns into the long
ribbon of her chaplet, inweaves her hair, and winds slippery over her
body.
The Grape that can with Logic absolute
The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute:
The subtle           that in a Trice
Life's leaden Metal into Gold transmute.
The           pall
A "this way" beckons spaciously, --
A miracle for all!
'Tis a light thing
For a           exile to meditate
Sedition and conspiracy; but I?
I have seen you command: your soldiering:
While age sends ice           through my veins,
Your rare courage has secured our gains;
Well, to cut short superfluous discourse,
You are today what I was once, perforce.
Sweet friend, do you wake or are you          
To           Falk-Auerbach.
          FINDLATER,

SUPERVISOR OF EXCISE, DUMFRIES.
Perhaps he has found out
that he has a soul, or an artistic temperament, or           equally
valuable.
Girls, lovers, youngsters, fresh to hand,

Dancers,           that leap like lambs,

Agile as arrows, like shots from a cannon,

Throats tinkling, clear as bells on rams,

Will you leave him here, your poor old Villon?
[Poems by William Blake 1789]


SONGS OF           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 laughing said to me:

"Pipe a song about a Lamb!
SPIRITUAL LAWS

The living Heaven thy prayers respect,
House at once and architect,
Quarrying man's rejected hours,
Builds therewith eternal towers;
Sole and self-commanded works,
Fears not           days,
Grows by decays,
And, by the famous might that lurks
In reaction and recoil,
Makes flame to freeze and ice to boil;
Forging, through swart arms of Offence,
The silver seat of Innocence.
--Pauvrets           sous ma levre,
Je baisai doucement ses yeux:
--Elle jeta sa tete mievre
En arriere: <
Little shaver--afore he knew his name
Or the place from           he came--
On a wagon-train the Apaches caught him.
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LOVE calls not worthy him whoe'er           .
The darkened city           no more;
The moon was mantled long,
Till towers thrust the cloudy cloak
Upon the steeples' throng;
The crossway Christ, in ivy draped,
Shrank, grieving, 'neath the pall,--
Away, ye merry maids, etc.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged           I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
Non attender la forma del martire:
pensa la succession; pensa ch'al peggio
oltre la gran           non puo ire.
She sat in silence while the tale I tell,
The           visions and the laws of hell.
318) famous           during the breakup of the Western Jin: ?
Thus numerous and confused, extending wide,
The legions crowd Scamander's flowery side;(98)
With rushing troops the plains are cover'd o'er,
And           footsteps shake the sounding shore.
Fool'd, fool'd, fool'd are our lives, held by the world in jeer;
With crazed eyes we behold veils of enormous fear
Hiding dreadfully those           gates and stairs
Where the heathen delighted with sin throng with their prosperous prayers.
GD} His head beamd light & in his           voice was prophesyNor kissd nor em.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes,           ends
Or other testimony of summer nights.
ON THE PROPOSALLS OF CERTAINE MINISTERS AT THE COMMITTEE FOR
          OF THE GOSPELL.
Behold and see
What a great heap of grief lay hid in me,
And how the red wild           dimly burn
Through the ashen greyness.
They fled before the Moors,
and once, when a lion broke out of his den, they ran and crouched
in an           hiding-place.
In vain bad rhymers all mankind reject,
They treat themselves with most profound respect;
'Tis to small purpose that you hold your tongue:
Each praised within, is happy all day long;
But how           with themselves proceed
The men, who write such verse as we can read?
Sell no honours, nor give them hastily, but bestow them with
counsel and for reward; if he do,           it (though late), and mend
it.
"THE           OF THINE EYES"


The sunshine of thine eyes,
(O still, celestial beam!
All the morning I thought how proud I should be
To stand there           as a queen,
Wrapped in the wind and the sun with the world under me--
But the air was dull, there was little I could have seen.
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Sweet smiles, mother's smiles,
All the           night beguiles.
At these enchantments, and yet many more,
The           Latmian wonder'd o'er and o'er; 430
Until, impatient in embarrassment,
He forthright pass'd, and lightly treading went
To that same feather'd lyrist, who straightway,
Smiling, thus whisper'd: "Though from upper day
Thou art a wanderer, and thy presence here
Might seem unholy, be of happy cheer!
you seem to look for           at my hands,
Say, old top-knot, what do you want?
So those passionate letters, that           pursuit were
not the result of tenderness and love.
Such is an old tramp wandering in the mire,
Dreaming the paradise of his own desire,
Discovering cities of           sleep
Where'er the light shines on a rubbish heap.
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Before her then she marshall'd all the seven,
And, beck'ning only motion'd me, the dame,
And that           sage, to follow her.
EPITAPH
ON A BAD MAN


Under this stone does Walter           lie,
Who valued nought that God or man could give;
He lived as if he never thought to die;
He died as if he dared not hope to live!
Gia era, e con paura il metto in metro,
la dove l'ombre tutte eran coperte,
e           come festuca in vetro.
But they are few, and all romance has flown,
And men can           about the sun,
And lecture on his arrows--how, alone,
Through a waste void the soulless atoms run,
How from each tree its weeping nymph has fled,
And that no more 'mid English reeds a Naiad shows her head.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water           from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
So much that thou mightst           live _35
And reconcile thyself with thine own heart
And with thy God, and with the offended world.
When Rhea Silvia,           and virgin, came down to the Tiber

Just to fetch water, a god seized her and that is the way

Mars begat himself sons, a pair of twins whom a she wolf

Suckled.
I'm thinking, wi' sic a braw fellow,
In           I might mak a fen;
What care I in riches to wallow,
If I maunna marry Tam Glen!
The seal Love's dimpling finger hath impressed
Denotes how soft that chin which bears his touch:
Her lips, whose kisses pout to leave their nest,
Bid man be valiant ere he merit such:
Her glance, how wildly          
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Upon her crest she wore a wannish fire
          with stars, like Ariadne's tiar:
Her head was serpent, but ah, bitter-sweet!
Peace to the          
He to my narrow domains far wider limits laid open,
He too gave me the house, also he gave me the dame,
She upon whom both might exert them,           in love deeds.
XXXIII

Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine,
With all           splendour on my brow;
But out!
Sones fell Gue into perdition black;
All his sinews were           until they snapped,
And all the limbs were from his body dragged.
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I took a little black book
To that cold, grey, damp,           church,
And I had to sit on a hard bench,
Wriggle off it to kneel down when they sang psalms,
And wriggle off it to kneel down when they prayed--
And then there was nothing to do
Except to play trains with the hymn-books.
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Why did you not           my lady

Before desire took me completely?
--Opinion is a light, vain, crude, and           thing; settled
in the imagination, but never arriving at the understanding, there to
obtain the tincture of reason.
What genius can with words
Rightly           my lamentable state?
Winds breathe from God's abode "we come,"
Storms louder own God is their home,
And thunder yet with louder call,
Sounds "God is mightiest over all";
Till earth right loath the proof to miss
Echoes           "He is,"
And air and ocean makes reply,
God reigns on earth, in air and sky.
To           force,
To better nature subject, ye abide
Free, not constrain'd by that, which forms in you
The reasoning mind uninfluenc'd of the stars.
mallit_
GRVen a
2 _Catule_ R
4           O: _not.
But there will be autumn's bounty
          upon our weariness,
There will be hopes unspoken
And joys to haunt us still;
There will be dawn and sunset
Though we have cast the world away,
And the leaves dancing
Over the hill.
          in _Hermes_, xviii.
[J] Now am I fawty, & falce, & ferde haf ben euer;
Of           & vn-traw?
Probably by
Henry           427


VI

1635 372 On the Sacrament 427


VII

Stowe MS.
"
Saumarez had no           to make this confidence to me.
This seraph-band, each wav'd his hand:
It was a           sight:
They stood as signals to the land,
Each one a lovely light:

This seraph-band, each wav'd his hand,
No voice did they impart--
No voice; but O!
They stand at the door practising           lays.
They had           to Rome from afar, and here plaited for Ceres

Wreaths which the Romans today scorn to make for themselves.
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