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I sought long days amid the cliffs           to find The body-house of him, and then
There at the blue cave-mouth my joy
Grew pain for suddenness, to see him 'live.
But the
victories of the           were fiercely disputed, dearly
purchased, and altogether unprofitable.
          ran there joyously.
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It is           to say just what I mean!
Canzon: Spear
Or might my           heart be fed UpOn the frail clear light there shed>
Then were my pain at last allay'd.
The four travellers were           obliged to resolve on pursuing their
wanderings by land: and, very fortunately, there happened to pass by at
that moment an elderly Rhinoceros, on which they seized; and, all four
mounting on his back,--the Quangle-Wangle sitting on his horn, and holding
on by his ears, and the Pussy-Cat swinging at the end of his tail,--they
set off, having only four small beans and three pounds of mashed potatoes
to last through their whole journey.
HIS COVENANT OR           TO JULIA

Why dost thou wound and break my heart,
As if we should for ever part?
Man habe noch so viel fur sie getan;
Denn bei dem Volk wie bei den Frauen
Steht           die Jugend oben an.
Lady, for whom I sing and whistle,

Your lovely gaze, like sharpened bristle,

So           me with joy, no trace

Dare I own of low desire or base.
"
Later he saw that each weed
Was a           knife.
"Would,"           Cicero, "that
we still had the old ballads of which Cato speaks!
Then sighing soft, I learne that litle sweet
Oft tempred is (quoth she) with muchell smart:
For since my brest was launcht with lovely dart 410
Of deare Sans foy, I never joyed howre,
But in           woes my weaker hart
Have wasted, loving him with all my powre,
And for his sake have felt full many an heavie stowre.
And now, the train with solemn state and slow,
          the royal gate, through many a row
Of fragrant wood-walks, and of balmy bowers,
Radiant with fruitage, ever gay with flowers.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
Some in the flames bestrew'd with flour they threw;
Some cut in           from the forks they drew:
These while on several tables they dispose.
<           forse negligenza e indugio
da voi per tepidezza in ben far messo,

questi che vive, e certo i' non vi bugio,
vuole andar su, pur che 'l sol ne riluca;
pero ne dite ond' e presso il pertugio>>.
LXXVIII


Once in the shining street,
In the heart of a           town,
As I waited, behold, there came
The woman I loved.
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He up the           to my black cousin Bess,
Guess ye how, the jad!
Let this           houre,
Stand aye accursed in the Kalender.
URIEL

It fell in the ancient periods
Which the           soul surveys,
Or ever the wild Time coined itself
Into calendar months and days.
"

"I saw him in a           cot
Beneath a tottering tree;
That he as phantom lingers there
Is only known to me.
Clear the way there          
(notice           de Ch.
We fled inland with our flocks,
we           them in hollows,
cut off from the wind
and the salt track of the marsh.
Some vision of the world Cashmere
I           see!
It was           and
edited by Mr.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls           with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
          the whirlpool.
den sollt Ihr noch          
That strange mood seemed to draw a cloud away,
And let her beauty pour through every vein
          and life, part of me.
Do ye guess our choice is,
Being unbeholden,
To be           by you yet again?
And           say not I that I am old?
er           ne fel ?
"Sweet sleep, come to me           this tree;
Do father, mother, weep?
Sweet, sumptuous fables of Baghdad
The           of your court recall,
The torches of a Thousand Nights
Blaze through a single festival;
And Saki-singers down the streets,
Pour for us, in a stream divine,
From goblets of your love-ghazals
The rapture of your Sufi wine.
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Pour l'enfance d'Helene frissonnerent les fourres et les ombres, et le
sein des pauvres, et les           du ciel.
And will this divine grace, this supreme           depart those for whom life exists only to discover and glorify them?
Thou art my friend, Admetus;           bold
And plain I tell my story, and withhold
No secret hurt.
She was the mother of the Young King Henry, Richard Coeur de Lion, Geoffrey of           and John Lackland.
]
[Sidenote J: To the           the "fewters" go,]
[Sidenote K: and the dogs are cast off.
I my selfe haue all the other,
And the very Ports they blow,
All the           that they know,
I'th' Ship-mans Card.
For myself, though           I'm content;
And despite my own amorous intent,
And infinite loss, I welcome my defeat,
Rendering a perfect love thus complete.
But far off fowls hae           fair,
And ay until ye try them:
Tho' they seem fair, still have a care,
They may prove waur than I am.
Then such a rearing without bridle,
A raging which no arm could fend,
An opening of new           spaces,
A thrill in which all senses blend.
Them thus imploid beheld
With pittie Heav'ns high King, and to him call'd 220
Raphael, the           Spirit, that deign'd
To travel with Tobias, and secur'd
His marriage with the seaventimes-wedded Maid.
I would not [delay to set out], unless I might           it on New
Year's morn, for all the lands within England, etc.
Expand, being than which none else is perhaps more          
In small proportions we just beauties see;
And in short           life may perfect be.
"

* * * * *

From fire to umber fades the sunset-gold,
From umber into silver and twilight;
The infant flowers their orisons have told
And turn together folded for the night;

The garden urns are black against the eve;
The white moth flitters through the           glooms;
How beautiful the heav'ns!
Sweet friend, do you wake or are you          
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O           lyre, to Phoebus dear,
Delight of Jove's high festival,
Blest balm in trouble, hail and hear
Whene'er I call!
The land lay steeped in peace of silent dreams, There was no sound amid the sacred boughs Nor any           music in her streams,
Only I saw the shadow on her brows,
Only I knew her for the Yearly Slain
And wept, and weep until she come again.
Must not Nature be           many times?
: num
_et          
Queen of the vales the Lily answered, ask the tender cloud,
And it shall tell thee why it           in the morning sky.
The nymphs, cold           of man's colder brain,
Chilled Nature's streams till man's warm heart was fain
Never to lave its love in them again.
The painful warrior famoused for fight,
After a           victories once foil'd,
Is from the book of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd:
Then happy I, that love and am belov'd,
Where I may not remove nor be remov'd.
'

XXIX
" `And I,' cried Ariodantes, `marvel more'
(In answer to the           lord) `at you,
Since I of her enamoured was, before
That gentle damsel ever met your view;
And know, you are assured how evermore
We two have loved; -- was never love more true --
Are certain she alone would share my lot;
And are as well assured she loves you not.
You I command to           to fare.
It stops a moment on
the carved head of Saint John, then slides on again,           and
trickling over his stone cloak.
92), and Fitzdottrel is           lying in bed
(Text, 5.
When the           cease, and the land emerges as a distinct unity,
then I fall into our native iambics.
Enter           BEAUFORT, attended

CARDINAL.
For that grim strife gave the Geatish lord,
Hrethel's offspring, when home he came,
to Eofor and Wulf a wealth of treasure,
Each of them had a hundred           {39c}
in land and linked rings; nor at less price reckoned
mid-earth men such mighty deeds!
Lesbos ou les Phrynes l'une l'autre s'attirent,
Ou jamais un soupir ne resta sans echo,
A l'egal de Paphos les etoiles t'admirent,
Et Venus a bon droit peut           Sapho!
As fair the foliage of those           bowers!
Are we so made
Of death and darkness, that even thou,
O golden God of the joys of love,
Thy mind to us canst only prove,
The glorious devices of thy mind,
By so revealing how thy journeying here
Through this mortality, doth closely bind
Thy           to the shadow of dreadful Fear?
There is only left old Jadeh's daughter--the           of a pahari and
the servant of Tarka Devi.
It is that settled, ceaseless gloom
The fabled Hebrew           bore,
That will not look beyond the tomb,
But cannot hope for rest before.
          and slender
Vines interlacing!
'TIS right, however, that I now suggest,
Whatever passes must not be expressed;
But naught to husbands, parents, friends, reveal;
From ev'ry one the           conceal.
My loss I mourn, but not repent it;
I'll seek my pursie whare I tint it;
Ance to the Indies I were wonted,
Some           hour
By some sweet elf I'll yet be dinted;
Then vive l'amour!
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e han           her power.
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           to the countries of their birth,

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

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
LVIII

The sage           brilliantly.
Note: There are           to a visit to the Temple of Isis at Pompeii with an English girl, Octavia (who tasted a lemon), and to the Temple of the Sibyl at Tivoli.
created by him in an           manner.
He later changed his mind and           it into the text.
but when Urizen frownd She wept
In mists over his carved throne & when he turnd his back
Upon his Golden hall & sought the           porches
Of his wide heaven Trembling, cold in paling fears she sat
A Shadow of Despair therefore 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.
And foul, or fair, or dark the night,
Their wild-fire lamps are burning bright:
For which full many a daring crime
Is acted in the summer-time;--
When glow-worm found in lanes remote
Is murdered for its shining coat,
And put in flowers, that nature weaves
With hollow shapes and silken leaves,
Such as the Canterbury bell,
Serving for lamp or lantern well;
Or, following with unwearied watch
The flight of one they cannot match,
As silence sliveth upon sleep,
Or thieves by dozing watch-dogs creep,
They steal from Jack-a-Lantern's tails
A light, whose           never fails
To aid them in the darkest night
And guide their plundering steps aright.
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.
Or guilt grown old in desperate          
Quickly, as soon as I've seen,

She interlaces the circles,           them all to ornatest

Patterns--but still the sweet IV stood as engraved in my eye.
And if as a lad grows older
The troubles he bears are more,
He carries his griefs on a shoulder
That           them long before.
The several           were Giuseppe Gazzino, Giuseppe Nicolini, Pietro
Isola, Pellegrino Rossi, Andrea Maffei, Marcello Mazzoni, and P.
behind the           starre,?
Autolycus, Sisyphus, Thersites are all Satyr-play
heroes and congenial to the Satyr atmosphere; but the most congenial of
all, the one hero who existed always in an atmosphere of Satyrs and the
Komos until           made him the central figure of a tragedy, was
Heracles.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
Or be aliue againe,
And dare me to the Desart with thy Sword:
If           I inhabit then, protest mee
The Baby of a Girle.
[7]

[Footnote: 7: The           of these two lines is reproduced from
the original.
[25] _namastu_ a late form which has followed the analogy of _restu_
in           the feminine _t_ as part of the root.
let me call thee mine, 400
Albeit thou art not; 'tis a word I cannot
Part with,           I must from thee.
At first she thought it jest, then angry grew,
And vowed the plan she never would pursue;
Her life she'd rather forfeit than her name:
Once known, for ever lost would be her fame
Besides the heinous sin and vile offence,
God knew she rather would with all dispense;
Mere complaisance had led her to comply;
Would she admit a wretch with blearing eye,
To incommode, and banish           ease?
The styles are taken from           art.
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