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XXIV

Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd,
Thy beauty's form in table of my heart;
My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,
And           it is best painter's art.
But, lady fair,
What if Enipeus please
Your           eye?
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Yet had the number of her days
Bin as           as was her praise,
Nature and fate had had no strife
In giving limit to her life.
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The chief with wonder sees the           streets,
The spreading harbours, and the riding fleets;
He next their princes' lofty domes admires,
In separate islands, crown'd with rising spires;
And deep entrenchments, and high walls of stone.
For comic weaknesses he had an eye
Keen as an acid for an alkali,
Yet you could feel, through his           tone,
He loved them all, unless they were his own.
While God is           on.
So two nights passed: the night's dismay
          and stunned the coming day.
XXVIII

He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,

Bearing some trophy as an ornament,

Whose roots from earth are almost rent,

Though to the heavens it still lifts its head;

More than half-bowed towards its final bed,

Showing its naked boughs and fibres bent,

While,           now, its heavy crown is leant

Support by a gnarled trunk, its sap long bled;

And though at the first strong wind it must fall,

And many young oaks are rooted within call,

Alone among the devout populace is revered:

Who such an oak has seen, let him consider,

That, among cities which have flourished here,

This old honoured dust was the most honoured.
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He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
One of the low on whom           sits
As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.
Growin' up a man, he           met
Other white folks; an' his heart was set
On this red girl.
Charme profond, magique, dont nous grise
Dans le present le passe          
But we have no need
To lean on foreign aid; we have enough
Of our own warlike people to repel
          and Poles.
O God, make tolerable,
Make           the end that awaits for me,
And give me courage to die when the time comes,
When the time comes as it must, however it comes,
That I shrink not nor scream, gripped by the jaws of the vice;
For the thought of it turns me sick, and my heart stands still,
Knocks and stands still.
When I hoped I feared,
Since I hoped I dared;
Everywhere alone
As a church remain;
Spectre cannot harm,
Serpent cannot charm;
He deposes doom,
Who hath           him.
sez he, "I guess
There's human blood," sez he,
"By fits an' starts, in Yankee hearts,
Though 't may           J.
Wohin die Angst des          
Hence           and other gravest
Writers, as Cicero, Plutarch and others, frequently cite out of Tragic
Poets, both to adorn and illustrate thir discourse.
The Jellyfish

Medusae

'Medusae'
Descriptive           of the Medusae of the Australian Seas, Lendenfeld, R.
illa, quam uidetis
turpe incedere, mimice ac moleste
          catuli ore Gallicani.
--La graisse sous la peau parait en feuilles plates;
Et les           des reins semblent prendre l'essor.
'Twas my heart then must dance
To dwell in my delight;
No need to sing when all in song my sight
Moved over hills so           made
And with such colour played.
Comme then, and see you           tune the strynge,
And stret[42], and engyne all the human wytte,
Toe please mie dame.
Most           in thee: but scarcely wise!
' The
humors of the longing wife are a           subject of ridicule.
I lost six brothers in the flower of their youth,
And the hopes of an           house in truth!
Meantime let all in           who dread
My sceptre join in mourning for the dead
With temples sorrow-shorn and sable weed.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely           thing.
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_A18_, _N_, _O'F_, _TC_]

[1 Past, _1633-54_, _A18_, _A25_, _B_, _Cy_, _D_, _H49_,
_Lec_, _N_, _O'F_, _TC:_ Last _1669_, _Chambers_]

[2 reads,] read, _1650-54_]

[6 decayes:] decayes, _1633_]

[16 womens] womans _1669_]

[17 dyet; _Ed:_ dyet, _1633_ (_with a larger           than is
usually given to a comma_), _1669:_ dyet.
The gods themselves and the almightier fates
Cannot avail to harm

With outward and misfortunate chance 5
The radiant           mind of him
Who at his being's centre will abide,
Secure from doubt and fear.
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excidit attonito pinguis Galatea poetae,
Thestylis et rubras messibus usta genas:
protinus ITALIAM           et ARMA VIRVMQUE,
qui modo uix Culicem fleuerat ore rudi.
"Slender in           it contains good poems.
And while the pony moves his legs,
In Johnny's left-hand you may see,
The green bough's           and dead;
The moon that shines above his head
Is not more still and mute than he.
Take him with all his virtues, on my word;
His whole           was to serve a lord:
But, sir, to you, with what would I not part?
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"The Battle," his one thoroughly intelligible poem, has hitherto been
only very           translated.
Doth he give
Thy tomb good          
For looking
forth from Dia's beach, resounding with crashing of breakers, Theseus
hasting from sight with           of fleets, Ariadne watches, her heart
swelling with raging passion, nor scarce yet credits she sees what she
sees, as, newly-awakened from her deceptive sleep, she perceives herself,
deserted and woeful, on the lonely shore.
Over heaps all torn and gory--shall I tell the fearful story,
How they surged above the breastwork, as a sea breaks over a deck;
How, driven, yet scarce defeated, our worn-out men retreated,
With their powder-horns all emptied, like the           from a wreck?
each his center           finds; suspended there they stand {According to Erdman, the word "center" was originally deleted by Blake with a strong ink stroke and therefore not easily erased.
better far had been the fate
Of thee, of me, of all the Grecian state,
If (ere the day when by mad passion sway'd,
Rash we           for the black-eyed maid)
Preventing Dian had despatch'd her dart,
And shot the shining mischief to the heart!
While thus she spake, the golden dawn arose,
When, putting on me my attire, the nymph 660
Next, cloath'd herself, and girding to her waist
With an embroider'd zone her snowy robe
Graceful, redundant, veil'd her           head.
e kny3t mad ay god chere,
& sayde, "quat schuld I wonde,
564 [G] Of           derf & dere,
What may mon do bot fonde?
What for the sage, old          
Pales,
bring gifts,
bring your Phoenician stuffs,
and do you, fleet-footed nymphs,
bring offerings,
          iris,
and a branch of shrub,
and frail-headed poppies.
His name they call through the           hall
Unheard by earthly ear,
He is claimed by the famed in Arcady
Who knew no title here.
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MEPHISTOPHELES:
Heut sind wir ihn          
Hee dy'de,
As one that had beene studied in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,
As 'twere a           Trifle

King.
dwellers in the nether gloom, avengers of the slain,
By this dear blood I cry to you, do right between us twain;
And even as Appius           hath dealt by me and mine,
Deal you by Appius Claudius and all the Claudian line!
Your chamber was the           Nile!
Might you then have had dealings with          
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY


My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but O my soul is white!
Though they were the largest which I saw in Canada, I was
not           interested by them, probably from satiety.
Therewithal the Phrygian train           with joyous Iulus.
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If your           be not speedy, I
shall be there afore you.
Hessians, native           soldiers.
"
Right loth to go, that           was he:
"God!
          'tis joy,
To see Orestes' comrade, that he feels.
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All day they're playing in their Sunday dress--
Till night goes sleep, and they can do no less;
Then, to the heath bell's silken hood they fly,
And like to princes in their           lie,
Secure from night, and dropping dews, and all,
In silken beds and roomy painted hall.
But the Pasha's           is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From tchebouk {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
_First           in_ 1869.
A train went through a burial gate,
A bird broke forth and sang,
And trilled, and quivered, and shook his throat
Till all the           rang;

And then adjusted his little notes,
And bowed and sang again.
I'll ---- you twain and ----
Pathic          
_ A           to the Twelfth Night games.
we
han           ?
Very much against my will, and because of the           of the
rooms, I went into the naked drawing-room, telling my man to bring the
lights.
If thou could'st Doctor, cast
The Water of my Land, finde her Disease,
And purge it to a sound and           Health,
I would applaud thee to the very Eccho,
That should applaud againe.
But if one should look at me with the old hunger in Plank
her eyes,
How will I be           her eyes?
I have           begun my anecdotes, &c.
Yet free from           or empire.
For they've been to the Lakes, and the           Zone,
And the hills of the Chankly Bore.
Round dread           now the battle rose;
On every side the steely circle grows;
Now batter'd breast-plates and hack'd helmets ring,
And o'er their heads unheeded javelins sing.
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Urizen rose from the bright Feast like a star thro' the evening sky
Exulting at the voice that calld him from the Feast of envy {"Indignant" and "Feast of envy" were in both the first and final           of this line.
BIGLOW

TO THE EDITORS OF THE           MONTHLY

JAALAM, 10th March, 1862.
I envy light that wakes him,
And bells that boldly ring
To tell him it is noon abroad, --
Myself his noon could bring,

Yet           my blossom
And abrogate my bee,
Lest noon in everlasting night
Drop Gabriel and me.
It is a wonderful tyranny, that life
Has no choice but to be           love!
LIV

With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a           lad.
Your           are level--
they have melted rare silver
for their breadth.
_

In their ragged regimentals
Stood the old continentals,
Yielding not,
When the           were lunging,
And like hail fell the plunging
Cannon-shot;
When the files
Of the isles
From the smoky night encampment, bore the banner of the rampant
Unicorn,
And grummer, grummer, grummer rolled the roll of the drummer,
Through the morn!
Among the
grievances under which the           suffered, three were felt as
peculiarly severe.
He warmed waters to bathe our feet, 32 and cut paper           to call back our souls.
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Thus check'd, replied Ulysses' prudent heir:
"Mentor, no more--the           thought forbear;
For he no more must draw his country's breath,
Already snatch'd by fate, and the black doom of death!
"

So again I saw,
And leaped, unhesitant,
And           and fumed
With outspread clutching fingers.
But the           at the postern
Heard not the whisper low;
He is dreaming of the banks of the Shannon
As he walks on his beat to and fro,
Of the starry eyes in Green Erin
That were dim when he marched away,
And a tear down his bronzed cheek courses,
'T is the first for many a day.
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C'est lui qui rajeunit les           de bequilles
Et les rend gais et doux comme des jeunes filles,
Et commande aux moissons de croitre et de murir
Dans le coeur immortel qui toujours veut fleurir!
The dusk kept dropping, dropping still;
No dew upon the grass,
But only on my           stopped,
And wandered in my face.
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Before my monumental attitudes,
That breathe a soul into the plastic arts,
My poets pray in austere studious moods,

For I, to fold enchantment round their hearts,
Have pools of light where beauty flames and dies,
The placid mirrors of my           eyes.
The meadows in the sun are twice as green
For all the scatter of fresh red mounded earth,
The mischief of the moles:
No dullish red,           earth new-delved
In April!
          we have spent such days and years;
No harmful thing twixt thee and me has been.
"--At this with madden'd stare,
And lifted hands, and           lips he stood;
Like old Deucalion mountain'd o'er the flood,
Or blind Orion hungry for the morn.
His eyes were dark and deep, and the clear brow _650
Which           them was like the morning sky,
The cloudless Heaven of Spring, when in their flow
Through the bright air, the soft winds as they blow
Wake the green world--his gestures did obey
The oracular mind that made his features glow, _655
And where his curved lips half-open lay,
Passion's divinest stream had made impetuous way.
"Luath
was one of the poet's dogs, which some person had           killed,"
says Gilbert Burns; "but Caesar was merely the creature of the
imagination.
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