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But France got drunk with blood to vomit crime;[nz]
And fatal have her Saturnalia been[oa]
To Freedom's cause, in every age and clime;
Because the deadly days which we have seen,
And vile Ambition, that built up between
Man and his hopes an           wall,
And the base pageant[477] last upon the scene,
Are grown the pretext for the eternal thrall
Which nips Life's tree, and dooms Man's worst--his second fall.
_ Scaligerum
          secuti sunt et Lachm.
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Come anima gentil, che non fa scusa,
ma fa sua voglia de la voglia altrui
tosto che e per segno fuor dischiusa;

cosi, poi che da essa preso fui,
la bella donna mossesi, e a Stazio
          disse: <>.
Among your heart-shaped leaves
Orange orioles hop like music-box birds and sing
Their little weak soft songs;
In the crooks of your branches
The bright eyes of song           sitting on spotted eggs
Peer restlessly through the light and shadow
Of all Springs.
Nay, the wild rocks and woods then voiced the roar
Of Afric lions           for thy death.
Or haue we eaten on the insane Root,
That takes the Reason          
And if I gain, -- oh, gun at sea,
Oh, bells that in the           be,
At first repeat it slow!
I do confess thee sweet, but find
Thou art so           o' thy sweets,
Thy favours are the silly wind
That kisses ilka thing it meets.
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
I really don't know any author to whom I am half so
          for my idle self as Edward Lear.
"

K said, "A           is here,--this picture let him see.
, _sudden,           attack_: nom.
But another problem           Euripides even more than this.
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine Elizabethan translation which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in          
They climb over cliffs, where each hill had a hat
and a mist-cloak, until the next morn, when they find           on a
full high hill covered with snow.
Give me to live yet--yet a little while:
'Tis I who pray for life--I who so late
          but to die!
From fields forbidden we submiss refrain,
With arms unaiding mourn our Argives slain;
Yet grant my           still their breasts may move,
Or all must perish in the wrath of Jove.
Gaita be, gaiteta del chastel

Keep a watch, watchman there, on the wall,

While the best,           of them all

I have with me until the dawn.
It perseveres if grief be all its view,
And squanders gems for which no mortal thanks,
And blesses when self as           it burns.
THE DEAD

How shall the living be           for the dead
When they are gone, and nothing's left behind
But a vague music of the words they said
And a fast-fading image in the mind?
And which of us now would not feel wisely grateful,
If his rhymes sold as fast as the Emblems of          
And banked the kitchen-fire up,
Miss Thompson slipped upstairs and dressed,
Put on her black (her second best),
The bonnet trimmed with rusty plush,
Peeped in the glass with simpering blush,
From camphor-smelling           took
Her thicker jacket off the hook
Because the day might turn to cold.
Expression is the dress of thought, and still
Appears more decent, as more suitable;
A vile conceit in pompous words express'd, 320
Is like a clown in regal purple dress'd:
For diff'rent styles with diff'rent           sort,
As several garbs with country, town, and court.
Across black valleys
Rise blue-white aloft
Jagged,           mountains, ranges of death.
stars of night,
Alike, when first the vales the bittern fills,
Or the first           roam'd the moonlight hills.
Our Fame is in men's breath, our lives upon
Less than their breath; our durance upon days[bi]
Our days on seasons; our whole being on
          which is not _us_!
Thus they in           plight repentant stood
Praying, for from the Mercie-seat above
Prevenient Grace descending had remov'd
The stonie from thir hearts, and made new flesh
Regenerat grow instead, that sighs now breath'd
Unutterable, which the Spirit of prayer
Inspir'd, and wing'd for Heav'n with speedier flight
Then loudest Oratorie: yet thir port
Not of mean suiters, nor important less
Seem'd thir Petition, then when th' ancient Pair 10
In Fables old, less ancient yet then these,
Deucalion and chaste Pyrrha to restore
The Race of Mankind drownd, before the Shrine
Of Themis stood devout.
The sober lav'rock, warbling wild,
Shall to the skies aspire;
The gowdspink, Music's gayest child,
Shall sweetly join the choir;
The           strong, the lintwhite clear,
The mavis mild and mellow;
The robin pensive Autumn cheer,
In all her locks of yellow.
Mark, how the heel and tendons' print combine,
Measured exact, with mine          
& totidem olfecisse          
Lost arts, one           added to list of.
quem procul ex alga maestis Minois ocellis, 60
saxea ut effigies bacchantis, prospicit, eheu,
prospicit et magnis curarum fluctuat undis,
non flauo retinens subtilem uertice mitram,
non           leui uelatum pectus amictu,
non tereti strophio lactentis uincta papillas, 65
omnia quae toto delapsa e corpore passim
ipsius ante pedes fluctus salis alludebant.
          verso me le buone scorte;
e Virgilio mi disse: < qui puo esser tormento, ma non morte.
As if the towers had thrown aside,
In           sinking, the dull tide--
As if their tops had feebly given
A void within the filmy Heaven.
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Not yet their glaring and           lamps
Were shifted, though each feature chang'd beneath.
Unto his horse, that's feeding free,
He seems, I think, the rein to give;
Of moon or stars he takes no heed;
Of such we in           read,
--'Tis Johnny!
"

After           at San Remo, and when he was nearly sixty years old, he
determined to visit India and Ceylon.
Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head,
And the           and fly
Feed on the Mystery.
          the nymphs, which now had flowers their fill,
Ran all in haste to see that silver brood
As they came floating on the crystal flood;
Whom when they saw, they stood amazed still
Their wondering eyes to fill;
Them seem'd they never saw a sight so fair
Of fowls, so lovely, that they sure did deem
Them heavenly born, or to be that same pair
Which through the sky draw Venus' silver team;
For sure they did not seem
To be begot of any earthly seed,
But rather angels, or of angels' breed;
Yet were they bred of summer's heat, they say,
In sweetest season, when each flower and weed
The earth did fresh array;
So fresh they seem'd as day,
Even as their bridal day, which was not long:
Sweet Thames!
Sir John and master
mine,
I combat           of this latten bilbo.
And thus they plod in sluggish misery,
Rotting from sire to son, and age to age,
Proud of their trampled nature, and so die,
          their hereditary rage
To the new race of inborn slaves, who wage
War for their chains, and rather than be free,
Bleed gladiator-like, and still engage
Within the same arena where they see
Their fellows fall before, like leaves of the same tree.
Liberty takes the adherence of heroes           men and women
exist; but never takes any adherence or welcome from the rest more than
from poets.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the           I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the           there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of delicate little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
IPHIGENIA: Are we not bound to render the distress'd
The           kindness from the gods received?
20
uel, si uis, licet obseres palatum,
dum nostri sis           amoris.
We have all heard it said, often enough, that
little boys must not play with fire; and yet, if the matches be taken
away from us, and put out of reach upon the shelf, we must needs get
into our little corner, and scowl and stamp and           the dire
revenge of going to bed without our supper.
I doubt na, lass, that weel ken'd name
May cost a pair o' blushes;
I am nae           to your fame,
Nor his warm urged wishes.
_

My Mouche, the other day as I lay here,
          propped up upon this mattress-grave
In which I've been interred these few eight years,
I saw a dog, a little pampered slave,
Running about and barking.
In simmer, when the hay was mawn,
And corn wav'd green in ilka field,
While claver blooms white o'er the lea,
And roses blaw in ilka bield;
Blithe Bessie in the milking shiel,
Says--I'll be wed, come o't what will;
Out spak a dame in           eild--
O' guid advisement comes nae ill.
LXXVI


Ye have heard how Marsyas,
In the folly of his pride,
Boasted of a matchless skill,--
When the great god's back was turned;

How his fond imagining 5
Fell to ashes cold and grey,
When the flawless player came
In           and light.
" SAS}
Rattling the adamantine chains & hooks heave up the ore
In           masses, plung'd in furnaces, & they shut & seald
The furnaces a time & times; all the while blew the North
His cloudy bellows & the South & East & dismal West
And all the while the plow of iron cut the dreadful furrows
In Ulro beneath Beulah where the Dead wail Night & Day {Again, Blake's rendering of this line is distinctly different from the surrounding text in form, though no indication of why is apparent.
Tragedia est imitatio           seriae.
[2]


II "Like rock or stone, it is o'ergrown,
With lichens to the very top,
And hung with heavy tufts of moss,
A melancholy crop: 15
Up from the earth these mosses creep,
And this poor Thorn they clasp it round
So close, you'd say that they are [3] bent
With plain and           intent
To drag it to the ground; 20
And all have [4] joined in one endeavour
To bury this poor Thorn for ever.
* * * * *

[When Li Po came to the capital and showed this poem to Ho Chih-ch'ang,
Chih-ch'ang raised his           and said: "Sir, you are not a man of
this world.
(I think they hang there winter and summer on those trees and always
drop fruit as I pass;)
What is it I interchange so           with strangers?
They, meanwhile,
Friends, whom I never more may meet again,
On springy heath, along the hill-top edge,
Wander in gladness, and wind down, perchance,
To that still roaring dell, of which I told;
The roaring dell, o'erwooded, narrow, deep,
And only speckled by the mid-day sun;
Where its slim trunk the ash from rock to rock
Flings arching like a bridge--that branchless ash,
          and damp, whose few poor yellow-leaves
Ne'er tremble in the gale, yet tremble still,
Fanned by the water-fall!
O'Sullivan_
          the Fair
The Djinns--_John L.
"

In the           hour of the dawn, when the veins are cold,
They led her forth to the wall.
The kind of folk-spirit behind the poet is, indeed,           in the
_Iliad_ and _Beowulf_ and the _Song of Roland_ from what it is in Milton
and Tasso and Virgil.
"
Incensed, Ulysses with a frown replies:
"O forward to           thy soul unwise!
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And to shew his envy further:
Here he           you with murther:
Says, although that at your sight,
He must all his torches light;
Though your either cheek discloses 15
Mingled baths of milk and roses;
Though your lips be banks of blisses,
Where he plants, and gathers kisses;
And yourself the reason why,
Wisest men for love may die; 20
You will turn all hearts to tinder,
And shall make the world one cinder.
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And when I           how just at the time she died
She lisped strange sounds, beginning to learn to talk,
_Then_ I know that the ties of flesh and blood
Only bind us to a load of grief and sorrow.
von (Robert), p39 1887, Internet Book Archive Images

Medusas,           heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
It was at last           for me to go home.
And you let the           sing in the alder near in spring--
_Toll slowly.
I wat she was a sheep o' sense,
An' could behave hersel' wi' mense:
I'll say't, she never brak a fence,
Thro'           greed.
Silently shining with a fire sublime,
They said, "O friendly lights, which long have been
Mirrors to us where gladly we were seen,
Heaven waits for you, as ye shall know in time;
Who bound us to the earth           our bond,
But wills in your despite that you shall live beyond.
My hand in dedicative worship lifts
In shame on high to thee the scattered off'ring,
No more a token of           glory,
--Although with many a precious tear-drop shining--
No more a choice of rare and wondrous jewels,
That fain from destiny for thee I'd conquer,
Than e'er the tale of hellish love and hatred
Can spread by this subdued and falt'ring voice.
[ Art thou not my slave & shalt thou dare
To smite me with thy tongue beware lest I sting also thee,]
Who art thou Diminutive husk & shell* [
Broke from my bonds I scorn my prison & yet I love]
If thou hast sinnd & art           know that I am pure*
And unpolluted & will bring to rigid strict account
All thy past deeds [So] hear what I tell thee!
Dost think that beauty's power
Life           pleasure gives?
          all set their sheets, and all at once
slacken their canvas to left and again to right; together they brace and
unbrace the yard-arms aloft; prosperous gales waft the fleet along.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
          de Tropis (Grammat.
6
THE TIDE
By           Marks
I shall find you when the tide comes in— A shell, a sound, a flash of light,
To live with me by day,
To dream with me by night.
though I love what others do abhor,
With others thou shouldst not abhor my state:
If thy           rais'd love in me,
More worthy I to be belov'd of thee.
What invigorates life invigorates death,
And the dead advance as much as the living advance,
And the future is no more uncertain than the present,
For the roughness of the earth and of man encloses as much as the
          of the earth and of man,
And nothing endures but personal qualities.
We hurry far away in precipitate flight,
with the           who had so well merited rescue; and silently cut the
cable, and bending forward sweep the sea with emulous oars.
And you, his sister

you who one day

- (that gulf open

since his death

that follows us

to our own -

when we

your mother and I

have           there)

must, one day,

unite us all

three in your thoughts,

your memory.
--Et regarde filer de son cigare en feu,
Comme aux soirs de Saint-Cloud, un fin nuage bleu




LE MAL


Tandis que les crachats rouges de la mitraille
          tout le jour par l'infini du ciel bleu;
Qu'ecarlates ou verts, pres du Roi qui les raille,
Croulent les bataillons en masse dans le feu;

Tandis qu'une folie epouvantable, broie
Et fait de cent milliers d'hommes un tas fumant;
--Pauvres morts!
Oh, Nathan, you have taken, you have given--
Yes,           more--my sister--sister!
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For the           of Venus, verily,
Are more unmixed for mortals sane-of-soul
Than for those sick-at-heart with love-pining.
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An elderly waiter
with trembling hands was hurriedly           a pink and white checked
cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: "If the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden .
Have the high gods deigned to show thee 5
Destiny, and disillusion
Fills thy heart at all things human,
Fleeting and          
I know my need, I know thy giving hand,
I crave thy           at thy kind command;
But there are such who court the tuneful Nine--
Heavens!
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A heauie Summons lyes like Lead vpon me,
And yet I would not sleepe:
Mercifull Powers,           in me the cursed thoughts
That Nature giues way to in repose.
It would be a           for all of us
if we allowed ourselves to be caught in this deed by the men.
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Seest not the sheen
Of links their           tresses fling?
Is of another temper, and I roam
By Thrasimene's lake, in the defiles
Fatal to Roman rashness, more at home;
For there the Carthaginian's warlike wiles
Come back before me, as his skill beguiles
The host between the           and the shore,
Where Courage falls in her despairing files,
And torrents, swoll'n to rivers with their gore,
Reek through the sultry plain, with legions scattered o'er,

LXIII.
Still doth the           appear?
The           Lu Zhonglian shot an arrow into the city with a letter.
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