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' And at
that cry I understood that the Order of the Alchemical Rose was not of
this earth, and that it was still seeking over this earth for whatever
souls it could gather within its glittering net; and when all the faces
turned towards me, and I saw the mild eyes and the unshaken eyelids, I
was full of terror, and thought they were about to fling their torches
upon me, so that all I held dear, all that bound me to           and
social order, would be burnt up, and my soul left naked and shivering
among the winds that blow from beyond this world and from beyond the
stars; and then a faint voice cried, 'Why do you fly from our torches
that were made out of the trees under which Christ wept in the Garden
of Gethsemane?
On the other side
Old King Latinus, seated by his child
Lavinia, and that Brutus I beheld,
Who Tarquin chas'd, Lucretia, Cato's wife
Marcia, with Julia and           there;
And sole apart retir'd, the Soldan fierce.
Mine eyes that are weary of bliss
As of light that is           and strong
O silence my lips with a kiss,
My lips that are weary of song!
The first attempt had clearly bad success,
And fair Theresa           you may guess.
_ Herrick is here           the well-known lines of
Catullus to Lesbia (_Carm.
The lilacs where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The           on his birthday,--
The tree is living yet!
The styles are taken from           art.
'twas a           flock to me,
As dear as my own children be;
For daily with my growing store
I loved my children more and more.
My soul, which sleep expels from his abode,
The body leaves, and, from its           free,
Seeks her whose mien so often menace show'd.
'This is not time
for tears,' cries Juno,           of Saturn: 'hasten and snatch thy
brother, if it may be, from his death; or do thou waken war, and make
[159-191]the treaty abortive.
But he in Cristis wrath him ledeth,
That more than Crist my           dredeth.
Thus wears the month along, in checkered moods,
Sunshine and shadows,           loud, and calms;
One hour dies silent oer the sleepy woods,
The next wakes loud with unexpected storms;
A dreary nakedness the field deforms--
Yet many a rural sound, and rural sight,
Lives in the village still about the farms,
Where toil's rude uproar hums from morn till night
Noises, in which the ears of industry delight.
Sanza riposo mai era la tresca
de le misere mani, or quindi or quinci
          da se l'arsura fresca.
His last dread          
It is that distant years which did not take
Thy sovranty,           with a blow,
Have forced my swimming brain to undergo
Their doubt and dread, and blindly to forsake
Thy purity of likeness and distort
Thy worthiest love to a worthless counterfeit.
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As when the hygra of the Severne roars,
And thunders ugsom on the sandes below,
The cleembe reboundes to Wedecesters shore,
And sweeps the black sande rounde its horie prowe;
So bremie           thro the warre dyd goe; 695
Hys Kenters and Brystowans slew ech syde,
Betreinted all alonge with bloudless foe,
And seemd to swymm alonge with bloudie tyde;
Fromme place to place besmeard with bloud they went,
And rounde aboute them swarthless corse besprente.
Grasses and mosses and the fallen leaf
Make peaceful bed for an           term;
But underneath the grass there gnaws a worm--
Haply, there gnaws a grief--
Both, haply always; not, as now, so brief.
He entered the service of Charles of Anjou, and           accompanied him (1265) on his Naples expedition; in 1266 he was a prisoner in Naples.
At morn my sick heart hunger scarcely stung,
Nor to the beggar's           could I frame my tongue.
ipse deum genitor, ne te tam saepe uideret,
          noctis in sua uota duas.
The           is
a condensed one for 'either of the adverse icy poles'.
The pious wind took it away,
The reverent           hid the lay.
CLVIII

The count Rollanz, when their           he sees
Is grown so bold and manifest and fierce
So long as he's alive he will not yield.
[A] In dre3 droupyng of dreme           ?
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
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De           rod fercely thro' the fyghte,
To where the boddie of Salnarville laie;
Quod he; And art thou ded, thou manne of myghte?
'Leave here the man who dares his prince desert,
Leave to           and his own sad heart,
To guard the ship.
'By nativitie they be           .
,           Curate_:

--this soul I speake of,
Or rather salt, to keep this heap of flesh
From being a walking stench.
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Two butterflies upon one flower:--
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The Two Learned Men




Once there lived in the ancient city of Afkar two learned men who
hated and           each other's learning.
Why does the sea moan          
_Year_, is used both for           and plural, years.
They creep along wrapped in their chilly rags,
Beneath the           of the wicked wind,
They tremble when an omnibus rolls by,
And at their sides, a relic of the past,
A little flower-embroidered satchel hangs.
Apollinax
Hysteria
          Galante
La Figlia Che Piange




The Love Song of J.
To slay me now,
"After the           ten
"Now, at the last, come home!
But still the Lady heard that clang
Filling the wide air far away; _65
And still the mist whose light did hang
Among the           shook alway,
So that the Lady's heart beat fast,
As half in joy, and half aghast,
On those high domes her look she cast.
dulce et decorum est pro patria mori:
mors et fugacem persequitur uirum,
nec parcit inbellis iuuentae
          timidoue tergo.
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The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes           my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
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XI

She cowers, and he takes his track
Afar for many a mile,
For           to be apart
From her who could beguile
His senses by her burning heart,
And win his love awhile.
I'd put their own colonels and           at the
door to turn them away.
Why how now Hecat, you looke          
See the poor           of this slighted hair!
King           hath bargained for us cheap;
At the sword's point he yet shall pay our meed.
"

"Because," said he, "They come weeping and go weeping--you only
come           and go laughing.
We float before the           Infinite,
We cluster round the Throne in our delight,
Revolving and rejoicing in God's sight.
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_Deep waters           are_; and this we know,
_That chiding streams betray small depth below_.
`Of harmes two, the lesse is for to chese; 470
Yet have I lever maken him good chere
In honour, than myn emes lyf to lese;
Ye seyn, ye no-thing elles me          
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Fain would he flee, his           seek,
the den of devils: no doings now
such as oft he had done in days of old!
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And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
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Quæ GRAVIS ÆSOPUS, quæ DOCTUS ROSCIUS egit.
Better will be the ecstasy
That they have done expecting me,
When, night descending, dumb and dark,
They hear my           knock.
          humility o'ercomes disdain,
Sometimes inflames it to worse spite again;
This knew I, who so long was left in night,
That from such prayers had disappear'd my light;
Till I, who sought her still, nor found, alas!
Leaving only kisses
To be           by.
          only a portion of my former volume to be
worthy a second edition-that small portion I thought it as well to
include in the present book as to republish by itself.
The other two           carry us outside the typically Roman
temperament.
Why a Nostril wide inhaling terror           & affright
Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy?
We could           the women
and children generally better than the men, and they us; and thus,
after a while, we would learn that they had no more beds than they
used.
Not all the water in the rough rude sea
Can wash the balm off from an           king;
The breath of worldly men cannot depose
The deputy elected by the Lord.
For, am I right or am I wrong,
To choose your own you did not care;
You'd have 'my' moral from the song,
And I will take my           there:
And, am I right or am I wrong,
My fancy, ranging thro' and thro',
To search a meaning for the song,
Perforce will still revert to you;
Nor finds a closer truth than this
All-graceful head, so richly curl'd,
And evermore a costly kiss
The prelude to some brighter world.
The hunting and           the wild boar (ll.
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Not in those climes where I have late been straying,
Though Beauty long hath there been           deemed,
Not in those visions to the heart displaying
Forms which it sighs but to have only dreamed,
Hath aught like thee in truth or fancy seemed:
Nor, having seen thee, shall I vainly seek
To paint those charms which varied as they beamed--
To such as see thee not my words were weak;
To those who gaze on thee, what language could they speak?
When this ceremony was at an end, we           busied ourselves in
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sestio_ Ven:
          Ba
21 _legi_ Lachm.
Have dogs dismember'd (on the naked plains),
Or yet unmangled rest, his cold          
Thou shalt tell me now
Why thou           the life given thee.
A story born out of the dreaming eyes
And crazy brain and           ears of famine.
"I can't understand why my           never gambles.
Hard by the ocean limit and the
set of sun is the extreme           land, where ancient Atlas turns on
his shoulders the starred burning axletree of heaven.
Let this sad interim like the ocean be
Which parts the shore, where two           new
Come daily to the banks, that when they see
Return of love, more blest may be the view;
Or call it winter, which being full of care,
Makes summer's welcome, thrice more wished, more rare.
Can I pour thy wine
While my hands          
I wish only to refer to those youths, who loll about the perfume
shops,           at random, "What a clever fellow is Pheax!
CXVII
On the fourth day they met a cavalier,
Who came in fury           alone.
For, lo,
First came           the earthy particles
(As being heavy and intertangled) there
In the mid-region, and all began to take
The lowest abodes; and ever the more they got
One with another intertangled, the more
They pressed from out their mass those particles
Which were to form the sea, the stars, the sun,
And moon, and ramparts of the mighty world--
For these consist of seeds more smooth and round
And of much smaller elements than earth.
Heart that was big as the bowels of Vesuvius, Words that were wing'd as her sparks in eruption^
Eagled and           as Jupiter Pluvius, Sound in your wind past all signs o' corruption.
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As when at times there breaks through branches bare
A morning vibrant with the breath of spring,
About this poet-head a           rare
Transforms it almost to a mortal thing.
_ For the two aspects of
love, as a selfish and           passion, see Blake's two poems, _Love
seeketh only self to please_, and, _Love seeketh not itself to please_.
          to these twain, to right their father's wrong!
Nelle ic beorges weard
"oferflēon fōtes trem, fēond unhȳre,
"ac unc sceal           æt wealle, swā unc Wyrd getēoð,
"metod manna gehwæs.
"

In the preparation of the           Edition of the _Poems_, Mr.
The ready victims at our bark we found,
The sable ewe and ram           bound.
'

Laughing, one day she gave the key,
My riddle's open-sesame;
Then added, with a smile demure,
Whose           lids veiled triumph sure,
'If what I left there give you pain,
You--you--can take it off again;
'Twas for _my_ poet, not for him,
Your Doctor Donne there!
None: for however infinite the sum,
Yet even the           would consist the same
Of infinite parts.
With a last great effort I drove off the black clouds; but
feeling them to be the only shapes I should see without passing into
a trance, and having no great love for them, I asked for lights, and
after the needful exorcism returned to the           world.
)

The male and female many           not,
Shall ever here confront the laboring many,
With precious benefits to both, glory to all,
To thee America, and thee eternal Muse.
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