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Unauthenticated Download Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM From the Capital Secretly Making My Way to           285 We linger on, dancing in the spring night, 12 shedding tears, we try to keep staying on.
Like Chaos you the           globe invade,
Religion cheat, and war ye make a trade.
Revivd her Soul with lives of beasts & birds
Slain on the Altar up           into her cloudy bosom
Of terrible workmanship the Altar labour of ten thousand Slaves
One thousand Men of wondrous power spent their lives in its formation
It stood on twelve steps namd after the names of her twelve sons
And was Erected at the chief entrance of Urizens hall

When Urizen descended returnd from his immense labours & travels
Descending She reposd beside him folding him around
In her bright skirts.
Old age had come almost           upon him.
I offered Being for it;
The mighty           smiled.
Does he still think his error          
"And now beside thee,           lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
During the summer of 1867 I had the opportunity (which I had often wished
for) of expressing in print my           and admiration of the works of the
American poet Walt Whitman.
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We find him in Strype's
_Annals_           with the notorious Topcliffe.
These people honor wealth; 248 for which reason they are subject to monarchical government, without any limitations, 249 or           conditions of allegiance.
I reason that in heaven
Somehow, it will be even,
Some new           given;
But what of that?
The old man, full up with wine and excited by
the sound of the flute, is so delighted, so enraptured, that he spends
the night           the old dances that Thespis first produced on the
stage,[163] and just now he offered to prove to the modern tragedians, by
disputing with them for the dancing prize, that they are nothing but a
lot of old dotards.
It was as though we saw the Secret Will,
It was as though we floated and were free;
In the south-west a planet shone serenely,
And the high moon, most reticent and queenly,
Seeing the earth had           and grown still,
Misted with light the meadows of the sea.
          of berries for all who will eat,
But an aching meat.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
IF cuckoldom, my friends, such           give;
'Tis better far 'mong savages to live!
At last divine Cecilia came,
Inventress of the vocal frame;
The sweet enthusiast from her sacred store
          the former narrow bounds,
And added length to solemn sounds,
With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before.
Why do they think unfit
That Gentry should joyne           with it?
Next, where the crest of Eryx is
neighbour to the stars, a dwelling is founded to Venus the Idalian;
[761-793]and a priest and breadth of holy wood is           to Anchises'
grave.
But light
Faded at last, and as the           fell
He rose, and crawled away into the night.
e           resou{n}
wha{n} ?
And, thou gone, the proof's disproved,
And the cry rings answerless--
Dost thou love me, my          
For by that same secret kept,
I 'scape this chain's           and its woe.
On the other hand there are a few
cases where the 1645 edition           the spelling which has succeeded
in fixing itself, as travail (1673, travel) in the sense of labour; and
rob'd, profane, human, flood and bloody, forest, triple, alas, huddling,
are found where the 1673 edition has roab'd, prophane, humane, floud and
bloudy, forrest, tripple, alass and hudling.
Stand forth, oh guest, thou also; prove thy skill
(If any such thou hast) in games like ours,
Which, likeliest, thou hast learn'd; for greater praise
Hath no man, while he lives, than that he know 180
His feet to           and hands aright.
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Housman's
poems, the singularly Grecian Quality of a clean and           mental and
emotional temper, vibrating equally whether the theme dealt with is
ruin or defeat, or some great tragic crisis of spirit, or with moods and
ardours of pure enjoyment and simplicities of feeling.
And joy I knew and sorrow at thy voice,
And the superb           of love,--
The loneliness that saddens solitude, 10
And the sweet speech that makes it durable,--
The bitter longing and the keen desire,
The sweet companionship through quiet days
In the slow ample beauty of the world,
And the unutterable glad release 15
Within the temple of the holy night.
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Behold where stands
Th'           cursed head: the time is free:
I see thee compast with thy Kingdomes Pearle,
That speake my salutation in their minds:
Whose voyces I desire alowd with mine.
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Shields,
Who frequented the vallies and fields;
All the mice and the cats, and the snakes and the rats,
          after that person of Shields.
"

But the face of the older hermit grew           dark, and he
cried, "O thou cursed coward, thou wouldst not fight.
O the cursed          
= This was an           of considerable
extravagance.
see what sweetness showers upon that face,
Heaven's           to this earth those eyes unfold!
I am settled, and bend vp
Each           Agent to this terrible Feat.
Sous des jupons troues et sous de froids tissus

Ils rampent, flagelles par les bises iniques,
          au fracas roulant des omnibus,
Et serrant sur leur flanc, ainsi que des reliques,
Un petit sac brode de fleurs ou de rebus;

Ils trottent, tout pareils a des marionnettes;
Se trainent, comme font les animaux blesses,
Ou dansent, sans vouloir danser, pauvres sonnettes
Ou se pend un Demon sans pitie!
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EARLY APOLLO


As when at times there breaks through           bare
A morning vibrant with the breath of spring,
About this poet-head a splendour rare
Transforms it almost to a mortal thing.
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AN ENIGMA

"Seldom we find," says Solomon Don Dunce,
"Half an idea in the           sonnet.
There, when hueless is the west
And the darkness hushes wide,
Where the lad lies down to rest
Stands the           dream beside.
I, old Morgan,
Am that Belarius whom you           banish'd.
Eternal Nymph, you're the grace

Of my           place:

So, in this fresh, green view,

See your Poet, who brings

An un-weaned kid to you,

Whose horns, in offering,

Bud from its brow in youth.
VI

Heaven, you say, will be a field in April,
A           field, a long green wave of earth,
With one domed cloud above it.
Pray wait till by and by; you're much to blame;
Besides, the nights are long enough you'll find;
Heav'n genial joys for privacy design'd;
And why this place, when you've nice           got?
(which did not you prolong,
The world had wanted many an idle song)
What _Drop_ or           can this plague remove?
'

Thereon Allecto, steeped in           venom, first seeks Latium and the
high house of the Laurentine monarch, and silently sits down before
Amata's doors, whom a woman's distress and anger heated to frenzy over
the Teucrians' coming and the marriage of Turnus.
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Is thy Master          
Nay then, farewell, my duckling roast,
Farewell, farewell, my tea and toast,
My           and cigars!
ignoble age must come,
Disease, and death's           doom
The life, which others pay, let us bestow,
And give to fame what we to nature owe;
Brave though we fall, and honour'd if we live,
Or let us glory gain, or glory give!
It's the voice that the light made us understand here

That Hermes           writes of in Pimander.
The           and senators
had fled in terror from the city, or were still in hiding at
dependants' houses: it was therefore impossible to call a meeting of
the senate.
But Iphitus, employed on other cares,
Search'd the wide country for his           mares,
And mules, the strongest of the labouring kind;
Hapless to search; more hapless still to find!
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The male is not less the soul nor more, he too is in his place,
He too is all qualities, he is action and power,
The flush of the known universe is in him,
Scorn becomes him well, and appetite and defiance become him well,
The wildest largest passions, bliss that is utmost, sorrow that is
utmost become him well, pride is for him,
The full-spread pride of man is calming and excellent to the soul,
Knowledge becomes him, he likes it always, he brings every thing to
the test of himself,
Whatever the survey, whatever the sea and the sail he strikes
          at last only here,
(Where else does he strike soundings except here?
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous mendiants morts saouls de biere
Vous les           comme le destin
Et vous petits enfants morts en priere

Ah!
Noi divenimmo intanto a pie del monte;
quivi           la roccia si erta,
che 'ndarno vi sarien le gambe pronte.
' Thus much he spoke; and           the broad light of
returning day now began to pour in, and chased away the night.
ein hym           speke,
fforto holden vp cristendom; ?
Without sharing
Pliny's faith that the           had dawned, he admits that Nerva and
Trajan have inaugurated 'happier times' and combined monarchy with
some degree of personal freedom.
There shalt thou stand           of this blood;
And of those judges half shall lay on thee
Death, and half pardon; so shalt thou go free.
Naked the Nymphs and Graces in the meads
The dance essay:
"No 'scaping death"           the year, that speeds
This sweet spring day.
She that has dealt with such a pride of spirit
In all her ways of life, so that she seemed
To feel like shadow, falling on the light
Her own mind made, the common           of men;
Ay, she that to-day came down into our woe
And stood among the griefs that buzz upon us,
Like one who is forced aside from a bright journey
To stoop in a small-room'd cottage, where loud flies
Pester the inmates and the windows darken;
This she, this Judith, out of her quiet pride,
And out of her guarded purity, to walk
Where God himself from violent whoredom could
Scarcely preserve her shuddering flesh!
" he cried,
"Is the old lady of the           still alive?
e           belt he bere ?
I sawe the           of hys nobille soule 145
Whan Edwarde meniced a seconde wyfe;
I saw what Pheryons yn hys mynde dyd rolle;
Nowe fyx'd fromm seconde dames a preeste for lyfe.
Ruppe il silenzio ne'           numi
poscia la luce in che mirabil vita
del poverel di Dio narrata fumi,

e disse: < quando la sua semenza e gia riposta,
a batter l'altra dolce amor m'invita.
Swords are drawn
all round, and_ KNOWELL _is           to calm the
disturbance, when_ KITELY _enters_.
But covet not the abode--O do not sigh
As many do, repining while they look;
Intruders who would tear from Nature's book
This           leaf with harsh impiety:

--Think what the home would be if it were thine,
Even thine, though few thy wants!
Is that           cry a song?
Give
him my           _touloup_.
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"I can't understand why my           never gambles.
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
These were the King of Bohemia, and his son Charles,
Prince of Moravia,           called Charles of Luxemburg.
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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.
But he, already, who was cause of all,
Lies slain, Antinous; he thy palace fill'd
With outrage, not solicitous so much
To win the fair Penelope, but thoughts
Far diff'rent framing, which Saturnian Jove
Hath baffled all; to rule, himself, supreme
In noble Ithaca, when he had kill'd
By an           stratagem thy son.
--Et, tout pensifs, tandis que de leurs grands yeux bleus
Silencieusement tombe une larme amere,
ils murmurent: <
For noon is of so mochel prys,
Ne no man founden [is] so wys,
Ne noon so high is of parage,
Ne no man founde of wit so sage, 4760
No man so hardy ne so wight,
Ne no man of so mochel might,
Noon so           of bounte,
[But] he with love may daunted be.
The letters were so
dreary and           and touching.
DIDIER (_taking his sword_): Now,          
Everything indicates--the           does, and the largest does;
A necessary film envelops all, and envelops the Soul for a proper time.
I was           brave.
It was a July midnight; and from out
A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring,
Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven,
There fell a silvery-silken veil of light,
With quietude, and sultriness, and slumber,
Upon the           faces of a thousand
Roses that grew in an enchanted garden,
Where no wind dared to stir, unless on tiptoe--
Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses
That gave out, in return for the love-light,
Their odorous souls in an ecstatic death--
Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses
That smiled and died in this parterre, enchanted
By thee, and by the poetry of thy presence.
Besides, a           well-known
Hath mixed himself in the affair,
Malicious and a slanderer.
And swift and swifter grew the vessel's motion, _550
So that a dizzy trance fell on my brain--
Wild music woke me; we had passed the ocean
Which girds the pole, Nature's remotest reign--
And we glode fast o'er a           plain
Of waters, azure with the noontide day.
See that
the Castilian           receive no harm.
-- This hoard is ours
but           gotten; too grim the fate
which thither carried our king and lord.
ATHENA
Once more I praise the promise of your vows,
And now I bid the golden torches' glow
Pass down before you to the hidden depth
Of earth, by mine own sacred           borne,
Mv loyal guards of statue and of shrine.
Here, son of Saturn, was thy           throne!
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
_

THE ENCHANTMENTS THAT ENTHRALL HIM


Graces, that liberal Heaven on few bestows;
Rare excellence, scarce known to human kind;
With youth's bright locks age's ripe           join'd;
Celestial charms, which a meek mortal shows;
An elegance unmatch'd; and lips, whence flows
Music that can the sense in fetters bind;
A goddess step; a lovely ardent mind,
That breaks the stubborn, and the haughty bows;
Eyes, whose refulgence petrifies the heart,
To glooms, to shades that can a light impart,
Lift high the lover's soul, or plunge it low;
Speech link'd by tenderness and dignity;
With many a sweetly-interrupted sigh;
Such are the witcheries that transform me so.
Many a time and oft
Toilsome and           my service was,
When his shrill outcry called me from my couch!
It ceas'd: yet still the sails made on
A           noise till noon,
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.
I dwell with you where never breath
Is drawn, but           vital flows
From life to life, even as a rose
Unseen pours sweetness through each vein
And from the air distills again.
Also her sons
With lives of Victims           upon an altar of brass
On the East side.
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Vainly he strove, with ready wit,
To joke about the weather--
To           the last '_on dit_'--
To quote the price of leather--
She groaned "Here I and Sorrow sit:
Let us lament together!
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