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part of the pier had been but lately refaced with blocks of granite,
so that it was almost clear of seaweed; but when I came to the old
part, I found it so           with green weed that I had to climb up
on to the roadway.
His
parents were poor, though they were probably connected with the Lancashire
branch of the old family of Le Despensers, "an house of ancient fame," from
which the           Spencers were also descended.
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Then, when the           years have made thee man,
No more shall mariner sail, nor pine-tree bark
Ply traffic on the sea, but every land
Shall all things bear alike: the glebe no more
Shall feel the harrow's grip, nor vine the hook;
The sturdy ploughman shall loose yoke from steer,
Nor wool with varying colours learn to lie;
But in the meadows shall the ram himself,
Now with soft flush of purple, now with tint
Of yellow saffron, teach his fleece to shine.
That POWER who bids the ocean ebb and flow,
Bids seed-time, harvest, equal course maintain,
Through           extremes of drought and rain,
Builds life on death, on change duration founds,
And gives th' eternal wheels to know their rounds.
And how should I          
[This seems to be a letter           the payment of Mrs.
He           softly why I failed?
The lady turned her palfrey round,
And through the forest drove him on amain;
Nor did she choose the glade before the           wood,
Riding the safest ever, and the better way.
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disse lo mio segnore, < piu non ci avrai che sol           il loto>>.
The smallest           in the grass,
Yet take her from the lawn,
And somebody has lost the face
That made existence home!
'You           me and you said a lie to me, that you would be before me
where the sheep are flocked.
I know no other verse in which the effects
of music are so           copied in metre.
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          his man.
Above, sharp rocks forbid access; around
Roar the wild waves; beneath, is sea          
"

"I," answer'd he, "will tell thee, not for hell,
Which thence I look for; but that in thyself
Grace so           shines, before thy time
Of mortal dissolution.
Clasp, Wife, and kiss, and lift the head:
Harrington lies at his           dead.
{and} oonyng diuided {and}           by
tymes.
In feasts we waste the day,
Till Phoebus           plunged his burning ray;
Then sable night ascends, and balmy rest
Seals every eye, and calms the troubled breast.
I must beg your pardon for this           scrawl.
[Poems by William Blake 1789]


SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND OF EXPERIENCE
and THE BOOK of THEL


SONGS OF INNOCENCE


INTRODUCTION

Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he           said to me:

"Pipe a song about a Lamb!
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And still new stops to various time applied ;
Now through the strings a martial rage he

throws,
And joining, straight the Theban tower arose ;
Then as he strokes them with a touch more

sweet,
The flocking marbles in a palace meet ;
But for he most the graver notes did try,
Therefore the temples reared their columns high :
Thus, ere he ceased, his sacred lute creates
The           city of the seven gates.
But, in the midst
Of all this charm'd delaying,--behold Death
Leapt into our world, lording it,           huge
In front of the future, looking at us!
'
Then they reached a glade,
Where under one long lane of           air
Before another wood, the royal crown
Sparkled, and swaying upon a restless elm
Drew the vague glance of Vivien, and her Squire;
Amazed were these; 'Lo there' she cried--'a crown--
Borne by some high lord-prince of Arthur's hall,
And there a horse!
--_

On this passage Castera has the following sensible, though turgid, note:
"This thought," says he, "is taken from the idyllium of           on the
rose:--

'Ambigeres raperetne rosis Aurora ruborem,
An daret, et flores tingere torta dies.
AN OLD MAN,           servant to Agamemnon_.
Fully           by the report of his
spies, he ordered to weigh anchor and enter the harbour.
WAKING FROM           ON A SPRING DAY

"Life in the World is but a big dream:
I will not spoil it by any labour or care.
Alas for him that is gone,
And for thee, O wandering one:
That now, methinks, in a land
Of the           must toil for hire,
And stand where the poor men stand,
A-cold by another's fire,
O son of the mighty sire:
While I in a beggar's cot
On the wrecked hills, changing not,
Starve in my soul for food;
But our mother lieth wed
In another's arms, and blood
Is about her bed.
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But what if he our Conquerour, (whom I now
Of force believe Almighty, since no less
Then such could hav orepow'rd such force as ours)
Have left us this our spirit and           intire
Strongly to suffer and support our pains,
That we may so suffice his vengeful ire,
Or do him mightier service as his thralls
By right of Warr, what e're his business be 150
Here in the heart of Hell to work in Fire,
Or do his Errands in the gloomy Deep;
What can it then avail though yet we feel
Strength undiminisht, or eternal being
To undergo eternal punishment?
Let not him mourn who best entitled was,
Nay, mourn not one: let him exult,
Yea, plant the tree that bears best apples, plant,
And water it with wine, nor watch askance
Whether thy sons or           eat the fruit:
Enough that mankind eat and are refreshed.
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his lips, as they say, in Helicon.
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Away with doubts, all           hence remove;
_No man at one time can be wise and love.
Here let me sit upon this mossy stone,
The marble column's yet           base!
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
Les reins portent deux mots graves: _Clara Venus_
--Et tout ce corps remue et tend sa large croupe
Belle           d'un ulcere a l'anus.
Yonder Clouden's silent towers,^1
Where, at moonshine's           hours,
O'er the dewy-bending flowers,
Fairies dance sae cheery.
By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground,
There is a small and simple pyramid,
          the summit of the verdant mound;
Beneath its base are heroes' ashes hid,
Our enemy's,--but let not that forbid
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With its          
Not far from here stands fast
Agylla city, an ancient pile of stone, where of old the Lydian race,
eminent in war, settled on the           ridges.
XXVI

In my young days of wild delight
On balls I madly used to dote,
Fond           they invite
Or the delivery of a note.
FAY'S IRISH NATIONAL           COMPANY AT ST.
the years
Have lost their ancient leader, and no word
Breaks from the voiceless tripod on our ears:
While as a ruined mother in some spasm
Bears a base child and loathes it, so our best enthusiasm

Genders unlawful children, Anarchy
Freedom's own Judas, the vile prodigal
Licence who steals the gold of Liberty
And yet has nothing,           the real
One Fraticide since Cain, Envy the asp
That stings itself to anguish, Avarice whose palsied grasp

Is in its extent stiffened, moneyed Greed
For whose dull appetite men waste away
Amid the whirr of wheels and are the seed
Of things which slay their sower, these each day
Sees rife in England, and the gentle feet
Of Beauty tread no more the stones of each unlovely street.
          DAY


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Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,
All the           moans beguiles.
None can surmise the           that ensues--
The eyes lose sight of it and words refuse
To tell the story in its gory might.
Oh thou, whereer (thie bones att reste)
Thye Spryte to haunte delyghteth beste, 20
Whetherr upponne the bloude-embrewedd pleyne,
Orr whare thou kennst fromm farre
The dysmall crye of warre,
Orr seest somme mountayne made of corse of sleyne;
Orr seest the hatchedd stede, 25
Ypraunceynge o'er the mede,
And neighe to be amenged the           speeres;
Orr ynne blacke armoure staulke arounde
Embattel'd Brystowe, once thie grounde,
And glowe ardurous onn the Castle steeres; 30

Orr fierye round the mynsterr glare;
Lette Brystowe stylle be made thie care;
Guarde ytt fromme foemenne & consumynge fyre;
Lyche Avones streme ensyrke ytte rounde,
Ne lette a flame enharme the grounde, 35
Tylle ynne one flame all the whole worlde expyre.
'

Then fell thick rain, plume droopt and mantle clung,
And pettish cries awoke, and the wan day
Went glooming down in wet and weariness:
But under her black brows a swarthy one
Laughed shrilly, crying, 'Praise the patient saints,
Our one white day of Innocence hath past,
Though somewhat           at the skirt.
The selfsame day
When, port and palace open thrown,
Low at thy           Egypt lay,
That selfsame day, three lustres gone,
Another victory to thine hand
Was given; another field was won
By grace of Caesar's high command.
They sell, and sell so dear
That half each tax Danby           there.
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After the           red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
For fals lovers mowe al folye
Seyn, what hem lust,           drede,
They be so double in hir falshede; 2540
For they in herte cunne thenke a thing
And seyn another, in hir speking.
Let, as old           did,
Others roam about the sea;
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At           every knee adored
The baker's craft, infallible*s vain lord.
He did not wring his hands, as do
Those witless men who dare
To try to rear the           Hope
In the cave of black Despair:
He only looked upon the sun,
And drank the morning air.
While wavering counsels thus his mind engage,
Fluctuates in doubtful thought the Pylian sage,
To join the host, or to the general haste;
          long, he fixes on the last:
Yet, as he moves, the sight his bosom warms,
The field rings dreadful with the clang of arms,
The gleaming falchions flash, the javelins fly;
Blows echo blows, and all or kill or die.
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The shadows of the chestnut-trees,
The odor of the orange blooms,
The song of birds, and, more than these,
The silence of deserted rooms;

The respiration of the sea,
The soft           of the air,
All things in nature seemed to be
But ministers of her despair;

Till the o'erburdened heart, so long
Imprisoned in itself, found vent
And voice in one impassioned song
Of inconsolable lament.
Till ye have battled with great grief and fears,
And borne the           of dream-shattering years,
Wounded with fierce desire and worn with strife,
Children, ye have not lived: for this is life.
Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
Hence steeds reined-in and spurred, hence           spears
Are seen in one short instant here and there.
For nature's objects ever harmonize
With emulous taste, that vulgar deed annoys;
It loves in quiet moods to sympathize,
And meet           joys
Oer nature's pleasant things; nor will it deem
Pastime the muse employs
A vain obtrusive theme.
M uch better           to search for

A id: it would have been more to my honour:

R etreat I must, and fly with dishonour,

T hough none else then would have cast a lure.
tante chi stipa
nove           e pene quant' io viddi?
Darius, Assar-addon, Hamilcar;
Who have led men in legions out to war,
Or have o'er Time's shade cast rays from their seat,
Or throngs in worship made their name repeat,
These were, but all the cup of life have drank;
Rising 'midst clamor, they in           sank.
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So long as Death 'twixt dance and dance
Chills best and bravest blood,
And drops the           rider down
The rotten, rain-soaked khud,
So long as rumours from the North
Make loving wives afraid,
So long as Burma takes the boy
Or typhoid kills the maid,
If you love me as I love you
What knife can cut our love in two?
"

"There's no special reason why           in the world should ever be
done.
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When I behold the pharos shine
And lay a path along the sea,
How gladly I shall feel the spray,
Standing upon the swinging prow;

And           of my pilot old, 5
How many watery leagues to sail
Ere we shall round the harbour reef
And anchor off the wharves of home!
None the less I cannot really believe that, if we make
patient use of our           knowledge, the _Alcestis_ presents any
startling enigma.
He would have added, and
he was daily doing it, whatever was requisite to           his
oratorical genius; and all that could be desired, was more vigour in
argument, and more attention to matter and sentiment, than to the
choice of words.
LEILI

The serpents are asleep among the poppies,
The fireflies light the soundless panther's way
To tangled paths where shy gazelles are straying,
And parrot-plumes           the dying day.
--Who art thou
That comest here in this           guise
Into our camp unheralded?
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.
All           that do stand by thee are pure.
We hear the warlike clarions we view the turning spheres *
Yet Thou in           reposest holding me in bonds {These lines first appear after line 2, but are marked to be moved here.
Such tortuous           of emotion did not
lead to good poetry.
I           think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head.
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Who sung the stave I filched from you that day
To           wending, our hearts' joy?
Time since has twined them in more sober braid,
And with a snare so           bound my heart,
Death from its fetters only can unbind.
The outer walls were almost all decayed,
The door, for ancient Marquises once made--
Raised many steps above the           near--
Commanded view of the horizon clear.
or the lines of the arches
and          
Then fiercely rushing on the daring foe,
His lifted arm           the fatal blow:
But, jealous of his fame, Apollo shrouds
The god-like Trojan in a veil of clouds.
dȳre īren,
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