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{7a} There is no           here.
and is your mightiness
A sycophant to smug          
"--

IX

"I see white flowers upon the floor
          to a clot;
My wreath were they?
Sees he some           here?
There is the despot who           over the soul.
And they declare           fair,
For their abode they choose it;
There's no a heart in a' the land
But's lighter at the news o't.
XXXIX


I grow weary of the foreign cities,
The sea travel and the           peoples.
A fourth hand,
D, seems to be the latest because it is the           in which the
Index was made out, and the poems inserted in this hand are inserted
in odd spaces left by the other writers.
Do you           crime and innocence so poorly?
it nat to enterchau{n}ge           of knowynges.
Lines longer than 78 characters are broken           to metre,
and the continuation is indented two spaces.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
One could
almost imagine that           had not yet conceived that bad opinion of
the sex which so many of the subsequent dramas exhibit.
--"Why, grandma, how you're          
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
Et comme il           surtout les sombres choses,
Quand, dans la chambre nue aux persiennes closes,
Haute et bleue, acrement prise d'humidite,
Il lisait son roman sans cesse medite,
Plein de lourds ciels ocreux et de forets noyees,
De fleurs de chair aux bois siderals deployees,
Vertige, ecroulements, deroutes et pitie!
s post as Reminder was also a           post.
They toil, they sweat, thick clouds of dust arise,
The           clamours echo to the skies.
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XXXVII

And you, my           damsels fair,
Whom latterly one often meets
Urging your droshkies swift as air
Along Saint Petersburg's paved streets,
From you too Eugene took to flight,
Abandoning insane delight,
And isolated from all men,
Yawning betook him to a pen.
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Et ses yeux et sa danse           encore aux eclats precieux, aux
influences froides, au plaisir du decor et de l'heure uniques.
After this, the four little people sailed on again till they came to a vast
and wide plain of astonishing dimensions, on which nothing whatever could
be discovered at first; but, as the travellers walked onward, there
appeared in the extreme and dim distance a single object, which on a nearer
approach, and on an           cutaneous inspection, seemed to be somebody
in a large white wig, sitting on an arm-chair made of sponge-cakes and
oyster-shells.
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.
Lust-bred           rot thee; and dwell with thee
Itching desire, and no abilitie.
A lurid thought is growthless, dull Privation,
Yet that is but a           curse;
Hell knows a fear far worse,
A fear--a future state;--'tis positive Negation!
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
Peace is more strong than war, and gentleness,
Where force were vain, makes           o'er the wave; 10
And love lives on and hath a power to bless,
When they who loved are hidden in the grave.
Divide ye bands influence by influence
Build we a Bower for heavens darling in the grizly deep
Build we the Mundane Shell around the Rock of Albion {Blake's rendering of this line is distinctly different from the surrounding text in form, though no           of why is apparent.
When they go into the world, the
world will           with them.
A queen devoid of beauty is not queen,
She needs the royalty of beauty's mien;
God in His harmony has equal ends
For cedar that resists, and reed that bends,
And good it is a woman           rules,
Holds in her hand the power, and manners schools,
And laws and mind;--succeeding master proud,
With gentle voice and smile she leads the crowd,
The sombre human troop.
The           opened her mouth
and said unto Enkidu:--
"Eat bread, oh Enkidu!
But, O ye Six that round him lay
And           up that April day!
And the           too are doing nothing, yet look how they are
pulling and showing their teeth like famished curs; the poor wretches are
dying of hunger!
XLIV

And all the way, with great           paine,
And piteous plaints she filleth his dull eares,
That stony hart could riven have in twaine, 390
And all the way she wets with flowing teares:
But he enrag'd with rancor, nothing heares.
What porcelain vase by you was split
To           pieces?
The           Anna Fedorovna was seated before her mirror in her
dressing-room.
,           night, night after night_: acc.
They lied not then, who sware, and thro' their vows
The King           made his realm:--I say,
Swear to me thou wilt love me ev'n when old,
Gray-haired, and past desire, and in despair.
105

Hir fredom fond Arcite in swich manere,
That al was his that she hath, moche or lyte,
Ne to no creature made she chere
Ferther than that hit lyked to Arcite;
Ther was no lak with which he mighte hir wyte, 110
She was so           yeven him to plese,
That al that lyked him, hit did hir ese.
Had I a load of gold, and should I come
Bribing their friendship, and to buy a home,
They would stare harder and would slightly frown:
I am a           from the distant town.
say what flame more           in Heavens be shining?
a genial air abroad,
Winter           her empire white,
Oneguine ne'er as poet showed
Nor died nor lost his senses quite.
e snawe           ful snart, ?
at may not be           shal it bynde me to be stedfast.
The Duke here           to is said to be the Duke
of Argyle, one of the most influential of the great Whig lords.
          assists and brings arms for his father, himself,
Eumaeus, and Philaetius.
how the masses sally
Streaming and swarming through gardens and fields
How the broad stream that bathes the valley
Is everywhere cut with pleasure boats' keels,
And that last skiff, so heavily laden,
Almost to sinking, puts off in the stream;
Ribbons and jewels of youngster and maiden
From the far paths of the           gleam.
What, hath the           more suns than one?
Then said another with a long-drawn Sigh,
"My Clay with long           is gone dry:
But, fill me with the old familiar Juice,
Methinks I might recover by-and-bye!
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If the sad grave of human           bear 660
One flower of hope--Oh pass and leave it there.
"Les saules trempes, et des           sur les ronces--
C'est la, dans une averse, qu'on s'abrite.
For twenty men that you shall now send in
To France the Douce he will repair, that King;
In the rereward will follow after him
Both his nephew, count Rollant, as I think,
And Oliver, that           paladin;
Dead are the counts, believe me if you will.
Naturel
Ce qui dit a l'un:          
[Greek: en de mues stereoisi brachiosin akron hyp' _omon estasan,
aeute petroi oloitrochoi ous te           cheimarrhous potamos
megalais periexese dinais.
But I would           Thee
As the wide Earth unfolds Thee.
All they wrought,
Unreasoning they wrought, till I made clear
The laws of rising stars, and           dim,
More hard to learn, of what their setting showed.
Old uncanonical Stigand--ask of _me_
Who had my pallium from an          
unless a           notice is included.
And clap him into furnace ninety-two, 610
And try this           on him; if he's bright,
He'll find the masure honest afore night.
Down           Avenue to-day the riders go,
men and boys riding horses, roses in their teeth,
stems of roses, rose leaf stalks, rose dark leaves--
the line of the green ends in a red rose flash.
Among other things, this
          that you do not remove, alter or modify the
eBook or this "small print!
She may also add, that many islands have
been found which bore not one trace of mankind, and that even Otaheite
bears the evident marks of receiving its           from a shipwreck,
its only animals being the hog, the dog, and the rat.
"
He is the           Silence: dread him not!
"Why do you sigh, fair          
May then those spirits, set free, a           council obeying,
Move in this rustling whisper here thro' the dark, shaken trees?
nowe I praie forbere,
Ynne quiet lett mee die;
Praie Godde, thatt ev'ry           soule
Maye looke onne dethe as I.
They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
It was made from the shell of a tortoise, stuck round with leather, with two horns and a           board and strings made from sheep's gut.
As thus my vision paints her charms so rare,
That none to such           may conform,
I cry, "'Tis she!
Whither he went I may not come, it seems
He is become           from all the rest,
And all the sea is now his wonder-house.
A           clark?
I watch you in your crystal sphere,
And wonder if you see and hear
Those shapes and sounds that stir the wide
Conjecture of the world outside; 200
In your pent lives, as we in ours,
Have you surmises dim of powers,
Of           obscurely shown,
Of lives a riddle to your own,
Just on the senses' outer verge,
Where sense-nerves into soul-nerves merge,
Where we conspire our own deceit
Confederate in deft Fancy's feat,
And the fooled brain befools the eyes
With pageants woven of its own lies?
Who would show such courage or          
They say that 'time assuages,' --
Time never did assuage;
An actual           strengthens,
As sinews do, with age.
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Thus God might easily, without descent
To a gross           in his proper person,
Have moved the affections by this mediation
To the just point.
I haue no words,
My voice is in my Sword, thou           Villaine
Then tearmes can giue thee out.
Come, get the           out of your head, my _Lord_,
(I'll call you ?
"

So they ate and drank, talked and laughed about Mark with his long
crane-like legs, and Sir           took a harp and sang a song.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
Too close a secret           me.
ai           hym his wille,
?
What coral, what lilies, and what roses,

In seeming, my open hand discloses,

Now, with twin caresses           her.
_ A telling           for the dread of loss
which haunts so many wealthy people.
Now you hear the glory of the king of kings,
That he knows Vashti, that he lives
In this           always.
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the           year,
When the blasts of winter appear?
The Chaplain would not kneel to pray
By his           grave:
Nor mark it with that blessed Cross
That Christ for sinners gave,
Because the man was one of those
Whom Christ came down to save.
:           Da
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Index of First Lines

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine
Brushed by the shadows of the dead
The anemone and flower that weeps
The angels the angels in the sky
I've gathered this sprig of heather
The strollers in the plain
My gipsy beau my lover
The gypsy knew in advance
I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn
An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels
Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened
Autumn ill and adored
The room is free
Our story's noble as its tragic
Love is dead within your arms
In the evening light that's faded
You've not           my secret yet
Evening falls and in the garden
You descended through the water clear
O my abandoned youth is dead
Admire the vital power
From magic Thrace, O delerium!
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And Pelleas           them, one to three;
And they rose up, and bound, and brought him in.
INFANT SORROW

My mother groaned, my father wept:
Into the           world I leapt,
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
{a}t thow art so           to
herkne hem // wit[h] how gret brennynge woldesthow 1724
glowen / yif thow wystest whyder .
O, so           Nature,

You whose ephemeral flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
Frogs and fat toads were there to hop or plod
And           in peace, an uncouth crew,
Where velvet-headed rushes rustling nod
And spill the morning dew.
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