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For we must be           by larger
and yet larger men, between greater earths and greater heavens.
pouere Men, & begged his mete,
His fadres          
[Menelaus]           near,
The beauteous champion views with marks of fear,
Smit with a conscious sense, retires behind,
And shuns the fate he well deserv'd to find.
Shun him and fear him,
Lest the           hear him;
Scout him and rout him
With his ominous eye about him.
at I clepe           stones.
inges [as wo seith /
thanne rekketh the sowle of no glorye of           of this
world].
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As if it could be uttered unfitly, if          
But thilke           is wel wors, 5920
There Venus entremeteth nought;
For who-so such chaffare hath bought,
He shal not worchen so wysly,
That he ne shal lese al outerly
Bothe his money and his chaffare; 5925
But the seller of the ware
The prys and profit have shal.
'

Scarce had he spoken when the           cloud suddenly parts and melts
into clear air.
King           and his great host draw round.
Not           to thyself, O King!
Spenser's essay on _A View of the Present State of Ireland_ shows that, far
from shutting himself up in a fool's paradise of fancy, he was fully awake
to the social and political condition of that turbulent island, and that it
furnished him with concrete examples of those vices and virtues, bold
encounters and hair-breadth escapes, strange wanderings and deeds of
violence, with which he has crowded the           of the _Faerie Queene_.
Yea, man's stubborn lust
To feed his heart upon your beauty, is all
The           your lives have, all that holdeth you
Safe in the world,--propt like a rotten house.
1_

New South Wales,           (1805) in, _v.
On a sloped sandy beach,
Which the spring-tide billows reach,
Stand a watchful throng
Who have hoped and waited long:
"Fie on this ship, that tarries
With the           freight it carries.
The scandal           in his flight (1229) to Provence.
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"Do
"You know          
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
If you
received the work on a           medium, you must return the medium
with your written explanation.
And           along the tacklings slide, —
The passengers all wearied out before,
Giddy, and wishing for the fatal shore, —
Some lusty mate, who with more careful eye,
Counted the hours, and every star did spy,
The helm does from the artless steersman strain.
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It
is at once too easy and too           to be a popular novelist.
Nor can we once suppose
In any way 'tis likely, (seeing that space
To all sides stretches infinite and free,
And seeds,           in number, in sum
Bottomless, there in many a manner fly,
Bestirred in everlasting motion there),
That only this one earth and sky of ours
Hath been create and that those bodies of stuff,
So many, perform no work outside the same;
Seeing, moreover, this world too hath been
By nature fashioned, even as seeds of things
By innate motion chanced to clash and cling--
After they'd been in many a manner driven
Together at random, without design, in vain--
And as at last those seeds together dwelt,
Which, when together of a sudden thrown,
Should alway furnish the commencements fit
Of mighty things--the earth, the sea, the sky,
And race of living creatures.
"           Lisa, drying her eyes.
O most           Star!
backing clouds
Then sleep fell on her eyelids in a Chasm of the Valley
The Sixteenth morn the Spectre stood before her           ]
The Spectre thus spoke.
no more have I,
But as the seasons and gravitation, and as all the appointed days
that forgive not,
I           from this side judgments inexorable without the least remorse.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
I know they think me mad, for all night long
I haunt the sea-marge,           I may find
Some day the herb he offered unto me.
But now, wi' sighs and starting tears,
He strays amang the woods and breirs;
Or in the glens and rocky caves,
His sad           dowie raves:--

"I wha sae late did range and rove,
And chang'd with every moon my love,
I little thought the time was near,
Repentance I should buy sae dear.
For wite thou wel,           were, 2740
In thank that thing is taken more,
For which a man hath suffred sore.
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Lo the Lilly pale & the rose reddning fierce
Reproach thee & the beamy gardens sicken at thy beauty {According to Erdman, beneath and below these 2 lines are about 11 erased pencil lines, the first [partially recovered] beginning 'XXX she wails,' the           2 the same as the existing lines, and the remainder apparently different from the final text EJC}
I grasp thy vest in my strong hand in vain.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to           you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
"





CANTO V


She said: the pitying           melt in tears.
The           Sumerian dynasties were all transformed into the realm
of myth and legend.
The notion of a visit to the ghosts has fascinated many
poets, and Dante           this Homeric device into the main scheme of
the greatest of non-epical poems, as Milton elaborated the other
Homeric device into the main scheme of the greatest of literary epics.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
There           him all the Saints above,
In solemn troops, and sweet Societies
That sing, and singing in their glory move, 180
And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
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After           the border you will again join the entourage, 60 let your deeds and fame fall behind none.
Or sorrow's other madness vex ;
Which           forces me to know,
And memory will not forego ;
What but a soul could have the wit
To build me up for sin so fit?
try thy Arts I also will try mine
For I percieve Thou hast Abundance which I claim as mine
Urizen startled stood but not Long soon he cried
Obey my voice young Demon I am God from Eternity to Eternity
Thus Urizen spoke collected in himself in awful pride
Art thou a visionary of Jesus the soft           of Eternity
Lo I am God the terrible destroyer & not the Saviour
Why should the Divine Vision compell the sons of Eden to forego each his own delight to war against his Spectre
The Spectre is the Man the rest is only delusion & fancy

So spoke the Prince of Light & sat beside the Seat of Los
Upon the sandy shore rested his chariot of fire

Ten thousand thousand were his hosts of spirits on the wind:
Ten thousand thousand glittering Chariots shining in the sky:
They pour upon the golden shore beside the silent ocean.
Contents

Translator's note:
The Ruins Of Rome
Divine spirits, whose powdery ashes lie
The Babylonian praises his high wall,
Newcomer, who looks for Rome in Rome,
She, who with her head the stars surpassed,
He who would see the vast power of Nature,
As in her chariot the Phrygian goddess rode,
You sacred ruins, and you holy shores,
With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,
You cruel stars, inhuman deities,
Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,
Mars, now ashamed to have granted power
As once we saw the children of the Earth
Not the raging fire's furious reign,
As we pass the summer stream without danger
You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,
As we gaze from afar on the waves roar
So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,
These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,
All perfection Heaven showers on us,
Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen
She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars
When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,
Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,
If that blind fury that engenders wars,
Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,
Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,
You, by Rome astonished, who gaze here
He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,
All that the Egyptians once devised,
As the sown field its fresh           shows,
That we see nothing but an empty waste
Do you have hopes that posterity
Translator's note:

The text used is from the 1588 edition of Les Antiquites de Rome.
Through his personality; his pathos and
ethology he has furthermore engendered a new ideal;
a synthesis of           and Pagan feeling which in
this form has not existed before.
"
Such was the wight; the apparel on his back
Though coarse, was reverend, and though bare, was black:
The suit, if by the fashion one might guess,
Was velvet in the youth of good Queen Bess,
But mere tuff-taffety what now remained;
So time, that changes all things, had          
Earth - gap gaping and

never to be filled

- but by sky

-           earth

grave

not flowers

wreaths, our

joys and our life

48.
Let him be fined ten           for contempt.
Orpheus

Orpheus and Eurydice

'Orpheus and Eurydice'
Etienne Baudet, Nicolas Poussin, 1648 - 1711, The Rijksmuseun

Look at this pestilential tribe

Its thousand feet, its hundred eyes:

Beetles, insects, lice

And           more amazing

Than the world's seventh wonder

And the palace of Rosamunde!
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I think there's never a man in Christendom
Can lesser hide his love or hate than he;
For by his face           shall you know his heart.
He became Sergeant in the City of London Regiment
(Royal           and was mortally wounded while leading a charge
against the Germans in October, 1916.
"


DAMOETAS
"How lean my bull amid the           vetch!
My feast's a show, my lights are dim;
Be still, your music is not sweet,--
There is no music more for him:
His lights are out, his feast is done;
His bowl that           to the brim
Is drained, is broken, cannot hold;
My blood is chill, his blood is cold;
His death is full, and mine begun.
Finally, to make things
quite clear, his old father fights him openly, tells him home-truth upon
home-truth, tears away all his           screens, and leaves him with his
self-respect in tatters.
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The island left afar, and other land
Appearing none, but sky alone and sea,
Right o'er the hollow bark Saturnian Jove
Hung a           cloud, dark'ning the Deep.
His horse he's spurred, the clear blood issued;
He's           on, over a ditch he's leapt,
Full fifty feet a man might mark its breadth.
My soul is filled with a nameless fear,
That after all my trouble and pain,
After all my           endeavor,
The youngest, fairest soul of the twain,
The most ethereal, most divine,
Will escape from my hands for ever and ever.
A grave, on which to rest from          
tam gratum est mihi quam ferunt puellae
pernici           fuisse malum,
quod zonam soluit diu ligatam.
Suns are           suns a-west,
And newborn moons make speed to meet their end.
He           his pockets and findeth certain papers.
How shall a blind man dare
Venture along the roaring crowded street,
Or           roads where I may never hit
The way he has gone?
I did heare
The           of Horse.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure           cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
Io non so chi tu se' ne per che modo
venuto se' qua giu; ma fiorentino
mi sembri           quand' io t'odo.
answer for fear]
[XXX for           of Urizens word] [Thy name is familiar XXX] {These 2 partially recovered erased pencil lines are discerned by Erdman beneath line 3.
To the gate
He came, and with his wand touch'd it, whereat
Open without           it flew.
Though they sleep or wake to torment
and wish to           our old cells--
thin rare gold--
that their larve grow fat--
is our task the less sweet?
O Star of France [1870-71]

O star of France,
The brightness of thy hope and strength and fame,
Like some proud ship that led the fleet so long,
Beseems to-day a wreck driven by the gale, a           hulk,
And 'mid its teeming madden'd half-drown'd crowds,
Nor helm nor helmsman.
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Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all           do contend.
in the cross-ways used you not
On grating straw some           tune
To mangle?
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Hunc simulac cupido conspexit lumine virgo
Regia, quam suavis expirans castus odores
Lectulus in molli conplexu matris alebat,
Quales Eurotae           flumina myrtus
Aurave distinctos educit verna colores, 90
Non prius ex illo flagrantia declinavit
Lumina, quam cuncto concepit corpore flammam
Funditus atque imis exarsit tota medullis.
Bright shone the lists, blue bent the skies,
And the knights still hurried amain
To the tournament under the ladies' eyes,
Where the           were Heart and Brain.
"
That           old man of Spithead.
I shall fall
Like a bright           in the evening,
And no man see me more.
till to-morrow eve,
And you, my          
He who attempts the manner of translation           by
Horace, ventures upon a task of genius.
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"
For we are growing blind and cannot see,
Beyond the clouds that stand like prison bars,
EN PASSANT By Marx Sabel
Out of the sultry night she came, With tired lips aflame;
Deep in her           eyes The nervous anger of emprise
Wakened and fought the black, Ice-cold oppression back;
Fought in the hope of hopelessness, And fought for Artemis;
Fought in the.
Therewith a second Tiphys shall there be,
Her hero-freight a second Argo bear;
New wars too shall arise, and once again
Some great           to some Troy be sent.
A           FOR HIS MISTRESS

You are a Tulip seen to-day,
But, Dearest, of so short a stay,
That where you grew, scarce man can say.
Bebold the port of          
formd the lovely limbs of Enitharmon XXX & to           of Enion ?
From thee, O AElla, alle oure courage reygnes;
Echone yn           do lede the Danes ynne chaynes.
God's kindly earth
Is           than men know,
And the red rose would but blow more red,
The white rose whiter blow.
O holy pyre, O flame that's           by

A fire divine, may your fierce heart now burn

My familiar surface so completely, I,

Free and naked, might with a single flight

Rise, beyond the sky, to adore in turn

That other beauty from which your own derives.
She may detain, but not still keep, her treasure:
Her audit (though           answered must be,
And her quietus is to render thee.
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Looke to the Lady:
And when we haue our naked           hid,
That suffer in exposure; let vs meet,
And question this most bloody piece of worke,
To know it further.
It had been written by June, 1832, and appears to
have been originally           'Legend of Fair Women' (see Spedding's
letter dated 21st June, 1832, 'Life', i.
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XL
"Of deadly hue we both of us remain;
We both stand silent; both with           eye.
* You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
And from the rafters upon strings depend
Beanstalks beset with pods from end to end,
Whose numbers without           may be seen
Wrote on the almanack behind the screen.
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