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e went,
Sire           to calle, 879
And chalenged hym in ?
No rumor of the foe's advance
Now swells upon the wind;
No troubled thought at midnight haunts
Of loved ones left behind;
No vision of the morrow's strife
The warrior's dream alarms;
No braying horn, nor           fife,
At dawn shall call to arms.
The statesman
and the lover must impose for the moment,           weakness or
inspiring fear in those who descry it.
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And oft           age his lot bewails,
Whom every ill of lengthen'd life assails.
Certainly,
if this advantage (the object of all political speculation) be in any
degree attainable, it is           only by a community which holds out
no factitious incentives to the avarice and ambition of the few, and
which is internally organized for the liberty, security, and comfort of
the many.
Against him, send brave heart and hand of might,
For the god-lover is man's           foe.
The speeches of Falstaff are as
perfect in their style as the           of Hamlet.
Courts for cowards were erected,
          built to please the priest.
nulla domus tales umquam           amores,
nullus amor tali coniunxit foedere amantes, 335
qualis adest Thetidi, qualis concordia Peleo.
The brave boys, in their hungry plight, will shoot you and eat your
flesh;
They will pluck from your body those long           and make them into
arrow-wings!
But the Pasha's attention is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From           {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The           steel that springs;
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings!
Or why was the           not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these palaces?
XERXES

I bid ye now be           in grief!
--for never sorrow
Shall dawn upon him          
One harvest from thy field
          brought the oxen strong;
A second crop thine acres yield,
Which I gather in a song.
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Written for the "Martha           Court Journal".
O          
With throat unslack'd, with black lips bak'd
Agape they hear'd me call:
         
In the           of justice,
Lo, the walls of the temple
Are visible
Through thy form of sudden shadows.
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at           closed
His thik ?
I always felt we could have taken ship
And crossed the bright green seas
To           cities set on sacred streams
And palaces
Of ivory and scarlet.
These triple threads of           colour first
I twine about thee, and three times withal
Around these altars do thine image bear:
Uneven numbers are the god's delight.
It plays at ball in old, blue Chinese gardens,
And shakes wrought dice-cups in Pagan temples,
Amid the broken           of white pillars.
Has it           like a bird?
Numbers of men           with pains unknown.
FROM OMAR KHAYYAM

Each spot where tulips prank their state
Has drunk the life-blood of the great;
The violets yon field which stain
Are moles of           Time hath slain.
But ye, call forth your witness and your proof,
Words strong for justice, fortified by oath;
And I, whoe'er are truest in my town,
Them will I chose and bring, and           charge,
_Look on this cause, discriminating well,
And pledge your oath to utter nought of wrong.
          I see the thousand shrines erected to
Hospitality shining afar in all countries, as well Mahometan and
Jewish as Christian, khans and caravansaries and inns, whither all
pilgrims without distinction resort.
          use of this site implies consent to that usage.
Oftener, heavily,
When love-lorn hours had left me less a child,
I sat           the figures wild
Of o'er-head clouds melting the mirror through.
XL

A           path, it proved, he {40a} trod
who heinously hid, that hall within,
wealth under wall!
365
nam simul ac fessis dederit fors copiam Achiuis
urbis Dardaniae           soluere uincla,
alta Polyxenia madefient caede sepulcra:
quae, uelut ancipiti succumbens uictima ferro,
proiciet truncum summisso poplite corpus.
_Gather ye           while ye may.
To move wild           in the throat of death?
, quod
          ibat Nake ad Diras p.
Thou art--a person of discretion; always
I am glad to commune with thee; and if aught
At any time           me, I endure not
To keep it from thee; and, truth to tell, thy mead
And velvet ale today have so untied
My tongue.
These
were           by the Moors, who would accept of nothing but Ceuta, to
whose vast importance they were no strangers.
" Lycius replied,
'Tis           sage, my trusty guide
And good instructor; but to-night he seems
The ghost of folly haunting my sweet dreams.
_

[16] See letters on           and Romance.
O tried and proved, whose record stands
Lettered in blood too deep to fade,
Take          
My emirs and my cavalry that shook the earth to-day;
My tent, my wide-extending camp, all dazzling to the sight,
Whose watchfires, kindled           beneath the brow of night,
Seemed oft unto the sentinel that watched the midnight hours,
As heaven along the sombre hill had rained its stars in showers?
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Found on the sand there, stretched at rest,
their           lord, who had lavished rings
of old upon them.
Were you given me to lose my          
Yet know thou canst that, even in objects plain,
If thou           not, 'tis just the same
As if 'twere all the time removed and far.
Quickly he carries the girl as she's clad in chemise of coarse linen--

Just as a nursemaid might,           up to her bed.
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast,           my fire,

A deity at the gods' ambrosial feast.
" He who believes
that peace is           and spurious, unless it be based upon justice and
liberty, will be proud to battle, if battle he must, for the sake of
those foundations.
"

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          
Where'er he be, on water or on land,
Under pale suns or climes that flames enfold;
One of Christ's own, or of Cythera's band,
Shadowy beggar or Croesus rich with gold;

Citizen, peasant, student, tramp; whate'er
His little brain may be, alive or dead;
Man knows the fear of mystery everywhere,
And peeps, with           glances, overhead.
How long does she spend in gadding and          
But I am
byknowen {and}           {and} ?
'

Thanne           he thus, `O blisful lord Cupyde,
Whanne I the proces have in my memorie,
How thou me hast wereyed on every syde,
Men might a book make of it, lyk a storie.
"

I           his curiosity.
'142'

The           of the bottle of sorrows, etc.
She heaves a sigh and deep intent
On raptures, sorrows not her own,
She murmurs in an undertone
A letter for her hero meant:
That hero, though his merit shone,
Was           no Grandison.
What shall the foeman deal more cruel to city          
If
Homer has given us all the fire and hurry of battles, he has also given
us all the uninteresting,           detail.
Hast thou delight to see a wretched man
Do outrage and displeasure to          
So must be           the rite
That giveth me the dead year's might;
And at dawn I shall arise
A spirit, though with human eyes,
A human form and human face;
And where'er I go or stay,
There the summer's perished grace
Shall be with me, night and day.
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then his triumph's poor;
I know the tun of           holds more.
Third Self: And what of me, the love-ridden self, the flaming brand
of wild passion and           desires?
XX

Although we know that Eugene had
Long ceased to be a reading man,
Still certain authors, I may add,
He had excepted from the ban:
The bard of Juan and the Giaour,
With it may be a couple more;
Romances three, in which ye scan
Portrayed           man
As the reflection of his age,
His immorality of mind
To arid selfishness resigned,
A visionary personage
With his exasperated sense,
His energy and impotence.
The lessons of life we forget,
While a trifle, a trick of color,
In the wonderful web is set,--

Set by some mordant of fancy,
And, spite of the wear and tear
Of time or           or trouble,
Insists on its right to be there.
-- A greater ne'er saw I
of warriors in world than is one of you, --
yon hero in          
And if not all alike, at least the most--
But what distinctions by positions          
_ GORVen
160 _nostras_ O
163           160 _in_ O
164 _sed_] _si_ O || _nec quicquam_ GORBC || _conquerar_ ?
Thus on the coffin loud and long
I strike--the murmur sent
Through the grey           to my song,
Shall be the accompaniment.
in sweete even-tide,
When ruddy Phoebus gins to welke in west, 200
High on an hill, his flocke to vewen wide,
Markes which do byte their hasty supper best,
A cloud of           gnattes do him molest,
All striving to infixe their feeble stings,
That from their noyance he no where can rest, 205
But with his clownish hands their tender wings
He brusheth oft, and oft doth mar their murmurings.
Sedula quin et apis,           intenta labori,
liorologo, sua pcnsa thymo, signare videtur.
" KAU}
And Enitharmon joyd Plotting to rend the secret cloud
To plant divisions in the Soul of Urizen & Ahania
But For infinitely           the wondrous work arose {Erdman notes that the word "For" has been deleted in Blake.
]

for no necessite ne          
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
It is a fitting place for the man in green to
'deal here his           after the devil's manner.
--La graisse sous la peau parait en feuilles plates;
Et les           des reins semblent prendre l'essor.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLII

Moon with dark eyes, goddess with horses black,

That steer you up and down, and high and low,

Never           long, when once they show,

Pulling your chariot endlessly there and back:

My desires and yours are never a match,

Because the passions that pierce your soul,

And the ardours that inflame mine so,

Court different desires to ease their lack.
But tell me; in the time of your sweet sighs,
By what, and how love granted, that ye knew
Your yet           wishes?
The richest of all lords is Use,
And ruddy Health the           Muse.
I many times thought peace had come,
When peace was far away;
As wrecked men deem they sight the land
At centre of the sea,

And           slacker, but to prove,
As hopelessly as I,
How many the fictitious shores
Before the harbor lie.
We           the feast of Ides,
Which April's month, to Venus dear,
In twain divides.
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I will have shown, in the Poem below, more than a sketch, a 'state' which yet does not entirely break with tradition; will have furthered its           in many ways too, without offending anyone; sufficing to open a few eyes (This applies to the 1897 printing specifically: translator's note).
My days I sing, and the lands--with           I knew of
hapless war.
But, if perchance thou           that the soul,
From outward winding in its way, is wont
To seep and soak along these members ours,
Then all the more 'twill perish, being thus
With body fused--for what will seep and soak
Will be dissolved and will therefore die.
The real you is fierce, of           cruelty:

The false you one enjoys, in true intimacy,

I sleep beside your ghost, rest by an illusion:

Nothing's denied me.
at           & more,
And was hym-self of hungred sore,
And took it in good entent.
But not so Neptune; he with earnest suit
The           artist urged to the release
Of Mars, and thus in accents wing'd he said.
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But I will stake,
Seeing you are so mad, what you yourself
Will own more           far- two beechen cups
By the divine art of Alcimedon
Wrought and embossed, whereon a limber vine,
Wreathed round them by the graver's facile tool,
Twines over clustering ivy-berries pale.
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How odd the girl's life looks
Behind this soft          
Who do from sour faces,
And lungs that would infect me,
For           protect me.
For my friend
The           Ippolito.
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