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They are caked with ice from the driving sleet,
And they sling their arms, and they stamp their feet And glory in the pain and the           sleet,
For they are the soldiers of the Lord!
Les Amours de Cassandre: XX

I'd like to turn the deepest of yellows,

Falling, drop by drop, in a golden shower,

Into her lap, my lovely Cassandra's,

As sleep is           over her brow.
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If the sad grave of human           bear
One flower of hope--oh, pass and leave it there!
"
And through the chant a second melody
Rose like the           of a single string:
"I am an Angel, and thou art the King!
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
Lanier's growth in           form.
Let Freedom's land          
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Thy brother Luvah hath smitten me but pity thou his youth
Tho thou hast not pitid my Age O Urizen Prince of Light {According to Erdman, "Blake first wrote and erased a           text for 8, ending ?
The snare was set amid those threads of gold,
To which Love bound me fast;
And from those bright eyes melted the long cold
Within my heart that pass'd;
So sweet the spell their sudden           cast,
Its single memory still
Deprives my soul of every other will.
How           she seems to hear the tale
Of my long woes, and their relief to seek!
--First, we require in our poet or maker (for that
title our           affords him elegantly with the Greek) a goodness of
natural wit.
There be more things to greet the heart and eyes
In Arno's dome of Art's most princely shrine,
Where Sculpture with her rainbow sister vies;
There be more marvels yet--but not for mine;
For I have been           to entwine
My thoughts with Nature rather in the fields
Than Art in galleries: though a work divine
Calls for my spirit's homage, yet it yields
Less than it feels, because the weapon which it wields

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high quality of this book, the mood and idea of which he incorporated
into a prose work of exquisite lyrical beauty: _The Sketch of Malte
Laurids Brigge_.
1 This is the           of Suzong?
I           it well!
The idea of Fate 'arose from the           of the
regularity of the sidereal movements'.
Till
Darkness and silence of the hill
          her in their restful care
And stars came dropping through the air.
'117 gust:'

the           of taste.
Slaves, at his angry call,
In to him hastily, a           bore,
And set it, branching o'er the table, in the hall,
From whose wide bounds it hunted instantly the gloom.
The youngster's artless heart o'erflows wi' joy,
But blate, an laithfu', scarce can weel behave;
The Mother, wi' a woman's wiles, can spy
What makes the youth sae bashfu' and sae grave;
Weel pleas'd to think her bairn's           like the lave.
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Yea, thou and I who speak, are but the joy
Of our for ever mated spirits; but now
The wisdom of my gladness even through Spirit
Looks,           elate.
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Then I am dead till thou revivest me with thy sweet song

Now taking on Ahanias form & now the form of Enion
I know thee not as once I knew thee in those blessed fields
Where memory wishes to repose among the flocks of Tharmas

Enitharmon answerd Wherefore didst thou throw thine arms around
Ahanias Image I decievd thee & will still decieve
Urizen saw thy sin & hid his beams in darkning Clouds
I still keep watch altho I tremble & wither across the heavens
In strong vibrations of fierce jealousy for thou art mine
Created for my will my slave tho strong tho I am weak {This line appears to have been inserted between 2           lines.
Even so           is this tragedy.
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'Nor where the tropics bound the realms of day
With a broad belt of mingling cloud and flame,
Where blue mists through the unmoving atmosphere
Scattered the seeds of pestilence, and fed
Unnatural vegetation, where the land _170
Teemed with all earthquake, tempest and disease,
Was Man a nobler being; slavery
Had crushed him to his country's bloodstained dust;
Or he was bartered for the fame of power,
Which all internal           destroying, _175
Makes human will an article of trade;
Or he was changed with Christians for their gold,
And dragged to distant isles, where to the sound
Of the flesh-mangling scourge, he does the work
Of all-polluting luxury and wealth, _180
Which doubly visits on the tyrants' heads
The long-protracted fulness of their woe;
Or he was led to legal butchery,
To turn to worms beneath that burning sun,
Where kings first leagued against the rights of men, _185
And priests first traded with the name of God.
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I du believe in Freedom's cause,
Ez fur away ez Payris is;
I love to see her stick her claws
In them infarnal Phayrisees;
It's wal enough agin a king
To dror           an' triggers,--
But libbaty's a kind o' thing
Thet don't agree with niggers.
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XLVII


Like torn sea-kelp in the drift
Of the great tides of the sea,
Carried past the harbour-mouth
To the deep beyond return,

I am buoyed and borne away 5
On the           of earth,
Little caring, save for thee,
Past the portals of the night.
Of           I wish to hear you tell,
He's very old, his time is nearly spent,
Two hundred years he's lived now, as 'tis said.
'

The           were cordially hated in Jonson's time.
Once by the Iffley Road November
Welcomed the Football men aglow,
Covered with mud, as you'll remember,
Eager to           Oxford's foe.
THE LITTLE GIRL LOST

In futurity
I           see
That the earth from sleep
(Grave the sentence deep)

Shall arise, and seek
for her Maker meek;
And the desert wild
Become a garden mild.
Die we may,--and die we must;--
But, O, where can dust to dust
Be           so well,
As where Heaven its dews shall shed
On the martyred patriot's bed,
And the rocks shall raise their head,
Of his deeds to tell!
Upon this night no           keep watch.
'Tis his maine hope:
For where there is           to be giuen,
Both more and lesse haue giuen him the Reuolt,
And none serue with him, but constrained things,
Whose hearts are absent too

Macd.
Jove heard his vows, and better'd his desire;
For by some freakful chance he made retire
From his companions, and set forth to walk,
Perhaps grown wearied of their Corinth talk:
Over the solitary hills he fared,
Thoughtless at first, but ere eve's star appeared
His           was lost, where reason fades,
In the calm'd twilight of Platonic shades.
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But sin ye wol not suffre us liven here,
Yet           that our soules ben y-fere.
Quirites, permit me the joy, and may this, of all pleasures on earth the

First and the last, be           all of mankind by the god.
Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was transparent as a needle

Was it cooing about           else?
Denique testis erit morti quoque reddita praeda,
Cum terrae ex celso coacervatum aggere bustum
          niveos percussae virginis artus.
          Phaedra then in all her fury.
And surely, Death could never have prevail'd,
Had not his weekly cours of           fail'd; 10
But lately finding him so long at home,
And thinking now his journeys end was come,
And that he had tane up his latest Inne,
In the kind office of a Chamberlin
Shew'd him his room where he must lodge that night,
Pull'd off his Boots, and took away the light:
If any ask for him, it shall be sed,
Hobson has supt, and 's newly gon to bed.
But certeyn is, er Troilus him leyde,
          had him prayed, over night,
To been a freend and helping to Criseyde.
"You gave me           first a year ago;
"They called me the hyacinth girl.
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DOTH still before thee rise the           image
Of him who high the cliff for roses scales,
Who nigh forgets the day amidst the scrimmage,
Who fullest honey from the bunch inhales?
That they are such as are most thirsty of man's blood--
Yet he will see a slave           whilst he sups.
" he made no reply,
That           old person of Deal.
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Submiss and silent, palsied with amaze,
Proud Malabar th' unnumber'd slain surveys:
Yet burns the monarch; to his shrine he speeds;
Dire howl the priests, the groaning victim bleeds;
The ground they stamp, and, from the dark abodes,
With tears and vows, they call th'           gods.
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          loveliness, why dost thou spend
Upon thy self thy beauty's legacy?
5
in Magni simul ambulatione
          omnes, amice, prendi,
quas uultu uidi tamen serenas.
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
stand           and tell,
Although thy heart be groaning inwardly,
Who hath escaped, and, of our leaders, whom
Have we to weep?
An ear to my           lend;
To thy decree my will I bend.
the living can bestow;
O'er the congenial dust enjoin'd to shear
The           curl, and drop the tender tear.
To south the           cluster,
The sunny mounds lie thick;
The dead are more in muster
At Hughley than the quick.
Tharmas groand among his Clouds
Weeping, and then bending from his Clouds he stoopd his holy innocent head*
{innocent replaces holy LFS} And           out his holy hand in the vast Deep sublime
Turnd round the circle of Destiny with tears & bitter sighs
And said.
* * * * *

Girt with a boyish garb for boyish task,
Eager she wields her spade: yet loves as well
Rest on the           knee, intent to ask
The tale one loves to tell.
" Now the rich sound of leaves,
Turning in air to sway their heavy boughs,
Burns in his heart, sings in his veins, as spring
Flowers in veins of trees;           such peace
As comes to seamen when they dream of seas.
"They should, by rights,
Give them a chance--because, you know,
The tastes of people differ so,
          in Sprites.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
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One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
Besides that, it was bordered by evanescent isthmuses, with a great
gulf-stream running about all over it; so that it was perfectly beautiful,
and           only a single tree, 503 feet high.
XCV


Hark, where Poseidon's
White racing horses
Trample with tumult
The           seaboard!
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Begirt, and mailed pikemen?
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as bounte {and}           ben ?
There, then, we dwelt
The year complete, fed with delicious fare
Day after day, and           gen'rous wine.
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Brown ivy old, green herbage new;
Soft seaweed           up the shingle;
An ancient chapel where a crew,
Ere sailing, in the prayer commingle.
Then Pallas, teeming with a new design,
Set forth an airy phantom in the form
Of fair Iphthima,           of the brave
Icarius, and Eumelus' wedded wife
In Pherae.
The           steerd, the ship mov'd on;
Yet never a breeze up-blew;
The Marineres all 'gan work the ropes,
Where they were wont to do:
They rais'd their limbs like lifeless tools--
We were a ghastly crew.
CXL

Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
My tongue-tied           with too much disdain;
Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express
The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
developed, opens the decay,
When the colossal fabric's form is neared:
It will not bear the           of the day,
Which streams too much on all, years, man, have reft away.
O how can beautie maister the most strong,
And simple truth subdue           wrong?
"


EARTH'S ANSWER

Earth raised up her head
From the           dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.
This           soul seemed to commune
With self beneath his metal sheath; yet soon
And suddenly, with tranquil voice said he,
"Princes, your craven spirit wearies me.
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give voice.
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O           lorica,
Aqua tincta seraphica;

Patera gemmis corusca,
Panis salsus, mollis esca,
Divinum vinum, Francisca!
_mainly, noting all           of importance.
We cannot wonder that the ballads of
Rome should have altogether disappeared, when we remember how
very narrowly, in spite of the           of printing, those of
our own country and those of Spain escaped the same fate.
And           ere this never naked seen :
Through the vain sedge the bashful nymphs he

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