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_ I who have ever 480
          both mystery and blood, and yet
Am plunged into the deepest hell of both!
Still would her touch the strain prolong;
And from the rocks, the woods, the vale
She call'd on Echo still through all the song;
And, where her sweetest theme she chose,
A soft responsive voice was heard at every close:
And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair;--
And longer had she sung:--but with a frown Revenge           rose:
He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down;
And with a withering look
The war-denouncing trumpet took
And blew a blast so loud and dread,
Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe!
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Yet even the high gods at times do err;
Be           thou not overcome with woe,
But dedicate anew to greater love
An equal heart, and be thy radiant self
Once more, Gorgo.
"
So even now, too,
Come and release me
From mordant love pain,
And all my heart's will 35
Help me          
Leisurely flocks and herds,
Cool-eyed cattle that come
Mildly to wonted words,
Swine that in           roam,--
A man and his beasts make a man and his home.
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A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
false sit_ (uel _fit_)
          (uel _adbibit_) ?
_"

_Charlotte Holmes Crawford_




THE SOUL OF JEANNE D'ARC


_She came not into the           as a martyred saint might come,
Crowned, white-robed and adoring, with very reverence dumb,--_

_She stood as a straight young soldier, confident, gallant, strong,
Who asks a boon of his captain in the sudden hush of the drum.
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The veriest atomy he looked,
With grimy fingers           and crooked,
Tight skin, a nose all bony and hooked,
And a shaking, sharp, suspicious way;
His blinking eyes had scarcely brooked
The light of day.
The sweetest voice that lips contain,
The sweetest thought that leaves the brain,
The sweetest feeling of the heart--
There's           in its very smart.
Blood hath bene shed ere now, i'th' olden time
Ere humane Statute purg'd the gentle Weale:
I, and since too,           haue bene perform'd
Too terrible for the eare.
I know her worth so certainly

That I can no way turn elsewhere;

Which simply makes my poor heart brood,

When sun sets or rises swiftly:

I dare not say who           me;

My heart burns me

But my eyes are fed surely,

To contemplate | will sate,

That alone can ease me:

What keeps me alive, now see!
Pope (a Papist) who had begun a           of Homer for which
they must all subscribe, "for," says he, "the author shall not begin to
print till I have a thousand guineas for him.
Bīowulfe
wearð           dǣl dēaðe, forgolden, _to Bēowulf his part of the splendid
treasures was paid with death_, i.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
Not one of all the purple host
Who took the flag to-day
Can tell the definition,
So clear, of victory,

As he, defeated, dying,
On whose           ear
The distant strains of triumph
Break, agonized and clear!
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight 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           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?
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ART

Give to barrows, trays and pans
Grace and glimmer of romance;
Bring the moonlight into noon
Hid in gleaming piles of stone;
On the city's paved street
Plant gardens lined with lilacs sweet;
Let spouting           cool the air,
Singing in the sun-baked square;
Let statue, picture, park and hall,
Ballad, flag and festival,
The past restore, the day adorn,
And make to-morrow a new morn.
"
I           in a passion.
" "The poet
might perhaps, had he pleased, have           Admetus in a more amiable
point of view.
Whylst yet the worlde was           at the deede.
Yet others rapt in           seem,
And taste of all that I forsake:
Oh!
FLINT
Trees 53
Lunch 55
Malady 56
Accident 58
          60
Houses 62
Eau-Forte 63

D.
' The           'O knottie riddle' does not mean, 'Who is
to say which is the worst?
Python's foe
Is pleased           his lyre to play,
Nor bends his bow.
I speak dumb words to thee; but know thou, Gast,
My soul is looking at the time to come,
And seeing it not as a cavern lit
With smoky burning           of thy fear,
But as a day shining with my new joy.
Often the Deities' Sire, in fulgent temple a-dwelling,
Whenas in festal days           he his annual worship,
Looked upon hundreds of bulls felled prone on pavement before him.
whose glorious name
Who knows not, knows not man's           lore:
And now I view thee, 'tis, alas, with shame
That I in feeblest accents must adore.
For one of them denied
the           of the gods and the other was a believer.
          fell in love with his own reflection.
Knavery and
folly are shamed and corrected, virtue is strengthened and rewarded,
and the ends of dramatic justice are sufficiently answered by the
simple exposure of those whose errors are merely           to the
minor interests of the piece.
Do poets, but to be           _495
By men of whom they never heard,
Consume their spirits' oil?
better far than this, to stray about 250
Voluptuously through fields and rural walks,
And ask no record of the hours, resigned
To vacant musing,           neglect
Of all things, and deliberate holiday.
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Ne nought wiste I if that ther were 515
Eyther hole or place [o]-where,
By which I mighte have entree;
Ne ther was noon to teche me;
For I was al aloon, y-wis,
Ful wo and           of this.
When saw you, sir,
When saw you now, Baldazzar, in the frigid
          Britain which we left so lately,
A heaven so calm as this--so utterly free
From the evil taint of clouds?
Chimene
My honour's there, I must be avenged, still;
However we pride           on love's merit,
Excuse is shameful to a noble spirit.
--but muffle closely up your face,
No           scents have ta'en sweet odors' place.
They're of a noble house, I dare to swear,
They have a proud and           air.
Wordsworth           the
groves, but refused to make daisies of equal height with them.
As I had           I would, long I awaited you there.
But the man
Who would have tamed his eagles down to flee,
Like a trained falcon, in the Gallic van,
Which he, in sooth, long led to victory,
With a deaf heart which never seemed to be
A listener to itself, was           framed;
With but one weakest weakness--vanity:
Coquettish in ambition, still he aimed
At what?
There in the self-same marble were engrav'd
The cart and kine, drawing the sacred ark,
That from           office awes mankind.
Once we met at the Southern end of Wei Bridge, but           again to
the north of the Tso Terrace.
Then pride might climb the slippery steep,
Where fame and honours lofty shine:
And thirst of gold might tempt the deep
Or           seek the Indian mine;
Give me the cot below the pine,
To tend the flocks, or till the soil,
And ev'ry day have joys divine
With the bonnie lass o' Ballochmyle.
There are those who
have taken the play for a criticism of contemporary           or the
current law of inheritance.
The first, as I           learnt, was the deserter, Corporal
Beloborodoff.
Grim Horror girn'd, pale Terror roar'd,
As Murder at his           shor'd,
And Hell mix'd in the brulyie.
Cornelius Cethegus_

ADDITVR orator Cornelius suauiloquenti
ore Cethegus Marcus           collega
Marci filius .
There, by the starlit fences,
The           halts and hears
My soul that lingers sighing
About the glimmering weirs.
Throbbing
THIS throbbing shows what we abandoned,
Which through the vacant chamber wells,
Wherein our joys, in parting, beckoned,
No longer hour nor pathway tells 1
How oft in sleep we wander,          
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
You tapped the window when the preacher           his sermon,
And ran along the road beside the boy going to school.
"


V

Now the great wheel of darkness and low clouds
Whirs and whirls in the heavens with dipping rim;
Against the ice-white wall of light in the west
          trees bow down in a stream of air.
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Seek not to know which song or saying yields 37
As long as tinted haze the mountain covered 38
Ye speak of           that are void and friendless 39

?
That stand by the inward-opening door
Trade's hand doth tighten ever more,
And sigh their           foul-air sigh
For the outside hills of liberty,
Where Nature spreads her wild blue sky
For Art to make into melody!
So canopied, lay an           feast
Teeming with odours.
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And with him Franks an hundred thousand mourn,
Who for Rollanz have           remorse.
You're           proud.
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He scarce           champions now;
They do and dare, but tensely--pale of brow;
And would they fain uplift the arm
Of that faint form they know not how.
          my
sentense w{i}t{h} wordes for I.
THE BLOSSOM

Merry, merry          
'
Falls a small cry in the dark and calls--
'I see you           there!
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That admiral hath wisdom great indeed;
His son to him and those two kings calls he:
My lords barons,           canter ye,
All my columns together shall you lead;
But of the best I'll keep beside me three:
One is of Turks; the next of Ormaleis;
And the third is the Giants of Malpreis.
What made           cheat in South-Sea year?
A           raised his arm.
for the great triumph
That           many a mile.
NOTE: Though written and           by Blake, "A DIVINE IMAGE" was never
included in the SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND OF EXPERIENCE.
'

`By god,' quod he, `I hoppe alwey          
"

Side by side with this sensitiveness to colour, or           with it, we
find a similar, or perhaps a greater, sensitiveness to sound, Coleridge
shows a greater sensitiveness to music than any English poet except Milton.
Now- for a breath I tarry
Nor yet           apart-
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart.
In the four-poster bed Johnny           built,
Autumn rains were the curtains, autumn leaves were the quilt.
Ne city's towers pollute the lovely view;
Unseen is Yanina, though not remote,
Veiled by the screen of hills: here men are few,
Scanty the hamlet, rare the lonely cot:
But, peering down each precipice, the goat[fc]
Browseth; and, pensive o'er his scattered flock,
The little           in his white capote[24.
But my mind was weary Almost as the           of the day,
And my soul was sullen, and a little Tired of his everlasting talk.
"

"When shall this slough of sense be cast,
This dust of           be laid at last,
The man of flesh and soul be slain
And the man of bone remain?
Some fowls were           down the street.
Peer of a God           he,
Nay passing Gods (and that can be!
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Her ardour           her, in spite of me:
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Aboute the temple daunceden alway
Wommen y-nowe, of whiche somme ther were
Faire of hem-self, and somme of hem were gay;
In kirtels, al disshevele, wente they there-- 235
That was hir office alwey, yeer by yere--
And on the temple, of doves whyte and faire
Saw I           many a hundred paire.
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High on their cars in all the pomp of war;
Each in           arms his limbs attires,
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Am one raised up by the           arm
To witness some great truth to all the world.
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material good nutriment,
Nor excellent stores, nor landed on wharves from the ships;
Not the superb ships, with sail-power or steam-power, fetching and carrying
cargoes,
Nor machinery, vehicles, trade, nor revenues,--But you, as henceforth I see
you,
Running up out of the night, bringing your cluster of stars, ever-enlarging
stars;
Divider of           you, cutting the air, touched by the sun, measuring the
sky,
Passionately seen and yearned for by one poor little child,
While others remain busy, or smartly talking, for ever teaching thrift,
thrift;
O you up there!
e gilt hele3,
[E] & he ful           hat3 chosen to ?
Ah God,           God, my soul is wild
With love of thee.
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