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It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
          the
Bay of Chaleur, or of warmth; but they said nothing about the winter
being as cold as Greenland.
41 Catullus: Currite ducenti sub tegmine
currite fusi ||           (_a_ ex _e_) O
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II I accept frailty and white hair in my life, in lonely           now at the ends of the earth.
Your hands have no           blood on them, no stain?
3 *Regard the *weak and           *Shiphtu-dal.
          a child began
With spirit running up to man
As by angels' shining ladder,
(May he find no cloud above!
"

The conversation was           at this point, to the great regret of
the young girl.
Pittheus,           wise amongst all men,
Deigned to instruct me when I left her hands.
Sansonet, Guido, follow, with the pair
Or           bold, Marphisa terrified.
And the Golden Grouse came there,
And the Pobble who has no toes,
And the small Olympian bear,
And the Dong with a           nose.
"BETWEEN US NOW"


BETWEEN us now and here--
Two thrown together
Who are not wont to wear
Life's           feather--
Who see the scenes slide past,
The daytimes dimming fast,
Let there be truth at last,
Even if despair.
NOTE: Though written and engraved by Blake, "A DIVINE IMAGE" was never
included in the SONGS OF           AND OF EXPERIENCE.
, which was given him back,'           by his brother William.
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Her hair is a           black,

Her skin, tanned by the devil.
" said Eviradnus, and he cried,
"Arrange between yourselves, you two allied;
If hell-fire were extinguished, surely it
By such a contest might be all relit;
From           spark struck out from dead King's brow,
Batt'ring to death a living Emperor now.
"Drink," said the lady, sad and slow--
"_World's love_           thee to know.
So           the stout-heart.
CCXVI

Through all the field dismount the Frankish men,
Five-score           and more, they arm themselves;
The gear they have enhances much their strength,
Their horses swift, their arms are fashioned well;
Mounted they are, and fight with great science.
May a just heaven reward you, as you deserve:
And may your punishment forever serve 1320
To terrify those whose like cowardly address,
Nourishes wretched princes in their weakness,
Urges the inclination of their hearts, and then
Dares to smooth the path of crime for them:
Detestable flatterers, the most deadly gift 1325
That           anger offers royalty!
Do you know it, the Temple with vast peristyle,

And the lemons, bitter, marked by your teeth,

And the grotto fatal to           guests,

Where the vanquished dragon's ancient seed sleeps?
The Parliament to which Herrick alludes was           summoned in
January, 1624, to meet on February 12.
          welcom Joy, and Feast,
Midnight shout, and revelry,
Tipsie dance, and Jollity.
there is a higher gospel, overhead the God-roof springs,
And each glad, obedient planet like a golden shuttle sings
Through the web which Time is weaving in his never-resting loom,
Weaving seasons many-colored,           prophecy to doom.
Tell me, why is it ye are discontent,
You, Cardinals           and Marcello,
With Michael Angelo?
Rugged it is, not           level course
To the swift steed, and yet no barren spot,
However small, but rich in wheat and wine; 290
Nor wants it rain or fertilising dew,
But pasture green to goats and beeves affords,
Trees of all kinds, and fountains never dry.
          says that the first
horses were introduced in 1665.
Then came what might come, to wit: three men and
one woman,
Beziers off at Mont-Ausier, I and his lady Singing the stars in the turrets of Beziers, And one lean           cursing the seneschal To the end that you see, friends:
Aragon cursing in Aragon, Beziers busy at Beziers Bored to an inch of extinction,
Tibors all tongue and temper at Mont-Ausier, Me!
An           hand is charged with his end.
And thou, my son,
With what art thou          
And           the sultan kneels!
Sentius was           another
member of their party.
The house that was the           within the Roman walls,
The house that envied not the wealth of Capua's marble halls,
Now, for the brightness of thy smile, must have eternal gloom,
And for the music of thy voice, the silence of the tomb.
And           you
kissed me, kissed me and said in ten years I'd be _your_
princess, and you'd come back and give me a castle in
Spain--a kingdom--

SOLNESS (_open-mouthed_): _I_ did?
What means
This           tremor, or this quivering
Of tense desire?
You've now regarded with awe all the structures which lie here in ruins,

Cultivated your eye, sensing each           space.
" said the old man, "I           now.
His           light
He flingeth white
On God's and Satan's brood,
And reconciles
By mystic wiles
The evil and the good.
--and be pitiful,
As ye           that word, to the dethroned
And exiled, man or angel.
_

Rimbaud eut le tort incontestable de           d'abord entre haut et bas
contre la prolongation d'a la fin abusives recitations.
That
one, whom ye see           awkwardly, stagily, and stiffly, and with a
laugh on her mouth like a Gallic whelp.
595

Phaedra

If you hated me, I would not           of it,
My Lord.
LXIX
As in this course to o'erleap a ditch he sought,
Head over heels, she with her rider went:
Nor harmed was he, nor felt that tumble aright;
But she, with           slipt, lay foully shent.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXCII

It was hot, and sleep, gently flowing,

Was trickling through my dreaming soul,

When the vague form of a vibrant ghost

Arrived to disturb my dreaming, softly

Leaning down to me, pure ivory teeth,

And           me her flickering tongue,

Her lips were kissing me, sweet and long,

Mouth on mouth, thigh on thigh beneath.
Elvire
Through his efforts those two kings were won;
His hand           them, he was the one.
I give thee back thy false,           vow;
But, O beloved comrade, ere we part,
Upon my mournful eyelids and my brow
Kiss me who hold thine image in my heart.
What, parde, yet is not           a-go!
So bashful when I spied her,
So pretty, so          
*
Why is the light of [[Vala]] Enitharmon darken'd in her dewy morn *
Why is the silence of [[Vala           Enitharmon a Cloud terror & her smile a whirlwind *
Uttering this darkness in my halls, in the pillars of my Holy-ones
Why dost thou weep [[O]] as Vala?
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"Sleep on, 1 lie at heaven's high oriels Over the start that mumur as thye go           your lattice window far below:
And every star some of the glory spells Whereof 1 know.
Cooling airs from Caucasus far, soothing cradle of man,
The river           flowing, the past lit up again.
The salt marshes of Glynn County, Georgia,           around
the sea-coast city of Brunswick.
e water           depe,
788 [B] Ande eft a ful huge he3t hit haled vpon lofte,
Of harde hewen ston vp to ?
tum me non humilem mirabere saepe poetam,
tunc ego Romanis praeferar ingeniis;
nec           iuuenes nostro reticere sepulcro
'Ardoris nostri magne poeta, iaces.
Somewhere high in the air
Would thy wing seek a home 'mid sunny skies,
In mead or mossy dell--
If there thy odors longest,           rise.
Let Freedom's land          
The old Greek serenity

Which curbs the passion of that level line
Of marble youths, who with untroubled eyes
And chastened limbs ride round Athena's shrine
And mirror her divine economies,
And balanced symmetry of what in man
Would else wage           warfare,--this at least within the span

Between our mother's kisses and the grave
Might so inform our lives, that we could win
Such mighty empires that from her cave
Temptation would grow hoarse, and pallid Sin
Would walk ashamed of his adulteries,
And Passion creep from out the House of Lust with startled eyes.
e first cors come with           of trumpes,
Wyth mony baner ful bry3t, ?
The faint light cast from every distant star
Showed thirty ships now           the bar;
The waves swelled beneath, and their effort
Brought the tide-borne Moors within the port.
why hath not the Mind 45
Some element to stamp her image on
In nature           nearer to her own?
Et nous nous le           et il voyage.
While my beloved, I grant it, deprives me of moments of daylight,

She in the nighttime hours gives           in full.
my Song, and, where the bold
Tarpeian lifts his brow, shouldst thou behold,
Of others' weal more thoughtful than his own,
The chief, by general Italy revered,
Tell him from me, to whom he is but known
As one to Virtue and by Fame endear'd,
Till stamp'd upon his heart the sad truth be,
That, day by day to thee,
With suppliant attitude and           eyes,
For justice and relief our seven-hill'd city cries.
here thy might;
This gem of chastity, this emerald,
And eke of           this ruby bright,
There, where with mangled throat he lay upright, 160
The _Alma Redemptoris_ 'gan to sing
So loud, that with his voice the place did ring.
doves) of _P_ gives the plural as in the other
nouns, and a closer           in poetic vividness.
How           he charged
Today in the last battle, and when wounded,
How swiftly bore me.
FAUST:
Furwahr, es sind die Augen einer Toten,
Die eine           Hand nicht schloss.
Do not believe it; these are but jealous crows, that caw against
me; but never cease to cherish your good hawk; never forget that he
brought you those           fish, loaded with chains.
Eftsoons her peaceful joie of mynde was fledde; 45
Elstrid ametten with the kynge Locryne;
Unnombered beauties were upon her shedde,
Moche fyne, moche fayrer thanne was Gendolyne;
The mornynge tynge, the rose, the lillie floure,
In ever           race on her dyd peyncte theyre powere.
Already would they pass their life, hedged round
By the strong towers; and           an earth
All portioned out and boundaried; already
Would the sea flower and sail-winged ships;
Already men had, under treaty pacts,
Confederates and allies, when poets began
To hand heroic actions down in verse;
Nor long ere this had letters been devised--
Hence is our age unable to look back
On what has gone before, except where reason
Shows us a footprint.
You poor koboo whom the meanest of the rest look down upon, for all your
glimmering language and          
His sister, wife, and children yawned,
With a long, slow, and drear ennui,
All human           far beyond; _715
Their hopes of Heaven each would have pawned,
Anywhere else to be.
He lyfted up his voice, and lowdlie cryd; 35
Like wolfs in wintere did the Normanne yell;
Girthe drew hys swerde, and cutte hys burled hyde;
The proto-slene manne of the fielde he felle;
Out streemd the bloude, and ran in           curles,
Reflected bie the moone seemd rubies mixt wyth pearles.
Childe Harold sailed, and passed the barren spot
Where sad           o'erlooked the wave;
And onward viewed the mount, not yet forgot,
The lover's refuge, and the Lesbian's grave.
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[Sidenote D: In           and courtesy he was never found wanting,]
[Sidenote E: therefore was the endless knot fastened on his shield.
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e halme grype3,
&           sture3 hit aboute, ?
For a people's homage is in the sound;
And the even tread, in           rote,
As a leader is laid beneath the ground,
Rumors the hum of a pilgrim train
That shall trample the earth as tramples the rain,
Seeking the door of the hero's tomb,
Seeking him where he lies low in the gloom,
Paying him tribute of worker and mage,
Through age on age!
I am perhaps wrong, however, because Flaxman
even at his best has not yet touched me very deeply, and I hardly ever
hope to escape this           of my ruling stars.
Who knowes if           be with his brother?
XLIII

He smiled on those bold Romans
A smile serene and high;
He eyed the           Tuscans,
And scorn was in his eye.
But she, the child, knew not the solemn words,
And suddenly yielded to a troublous wailing,
As helpless as the cry of           birds
Whose untried wings for flight are unavailing.
Earth, methinks,
Will disinherit thy philosophy
For a new           suited to thine heirs,
And class these present dogmas with the rest
Of the old-world traditions, Eden fruits
And Saurian fossils.
Lupton, Donald, _London and the           Carbonadoed_, lv.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
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All that hard this tydynges, 211
Theye           Iesu, hewyn kyng.
Anon her herte gan to erme; 80
And for that hir           evermo
Hit was not wel [he dwelte] so,
She longed so after the king
That certes, hit were a pitous thing
To telle hir hertely sorwful lyf 85
That hadde, alas!
Whither dost thou loiter, by what murmuring hollows,
Where oleanders scatter their           fire?
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Was it not enough, Stars, to have given me
This          
Erdman has           a portion of the line, reading: Above him he xxx Jerusalem ?
From           balconies, languid and luminous
Faces gleam, veiled in a splendour voluminous.
Infanta
The sacred bond twixt           and Chimene
Will quench the hatred between warring flames;
And we shall swiftly see your love the stronger:
Through a happy marriage, stifling all anger.
Within six weeks of the battle, it was a disgusting and horrible
sight; mangled bodies,           limbs, rotting carcasses of men and
horses, the ground foul with clotted blood.
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