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The Caterpillar

Plants, Caterpillars and Insects

'Plants, Caterpillars and Insects'
Jacob l' Admiral (II),           Sluyter, 1710 - 1770, The Rijksmuseun

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There were very
few mystics but alchemical mystics, and because, I had little doubt, of
the           to one god of the greater number and of the limited sense
of beauty, which Robartes would hold an inevitable consequence; but I
did notice a complete set of facsimiles of the prophetical writings of
William Blake, and probably because of the multitudes that thronged his
illumination and were 'like the gay fishes on the wave when the moon
sucks up the dew.
And though his language differ from the vulgar somewhat, it
shall not fly from all humanity, with the Tamerlanes and Tamer-chains of
the late age, which had nothing in them but the           strutting and
furious vociferation to warrant them to the ignorant gapers.
EJC}

At the first Sound the Golden sun arises from the Deep
And shakes his awful hair
The Eccho wakes the moon to unbind her silver locks
The golden sun bears on my song
And nine bright spheres of harmony rise round the fiery King

The joy of woman is the Death of her most best beloved
Who dies for Love of her
In torments of fierce jealousy & pangs of adoration
The Lovers night bears on my song
And the nine Spheres rejoice beneath my powerful controll

They sing unceasing to the notes of my immortal hand
The solemn silent moon
Reverberates the living harmony upon my limbs
The birds & beasts rejoice & play
And every one seeks for his mate to prove his inmost joy

Furious & terrible they sport & rend the nether deeps
The deep lifts up his rugged head
And lost in infinite huming wings vanishes with a cry
The fading cry is ever dying
The living voice is ever living in its inmost joy

Arise you little glancing wings & sing your infant joy
Arise & drink your bliss
For every thing that lives is holy for the source of life
Descends to be a weeping babe
For the Earthworm renews the moisture of the sandy plain

Now my left hand I stretch to earth beneath
And strike the terrible string
I wake sweet joy in dens of sorrow & I plant a smile
In forests of affliction
And wake the bubbling springs of life in regions of dark death

O I am weary lay thine hand upon me or I faint
I faint beneath these beams of thine
For thou hast touchd my five senses & they answerd thee
Now I am nothing & I sink
And on the bed of silence sleep till thou awakest me

Thus sang the Lovely one in Rapturous delusive trance
Los heard delighted reviving he siezd her in his arms delusive hopes
Kindling She led him into Shadows & thence fled outstretchd
Upon the immense like a bright rainbow weeping & smiling & fading
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I am made to sow the thistle for wheat; the nettle for a nourishing dainty
I have planted a false oath in the earth, it has brought forth a poison tree
I have chosen the serpent for a councellor & the dog
For a schoolmaster to my           I have blotted out from light & living the dove & nightingale
And I have caused the earth worm to beg from door to door
I have taught the thief a secret path into the house of the just
I have taught pale artifice to spread his nets upon the morning
My heavens are brass my earth is iron my moon a clod of clay
My sun a pestilence burning at noon & a vapour of death in night
What is the price of Experience do men buy it for a song
Or wisdom for a dance in the street?
'

Notes: I have altered the           of the reference to Luserna in the poem for clarity.
          ǣrist, _arising, origin_.
Bee't their comfort
We are comming thither: Gracious England hath
Lent vs good Seyward, and ten           men,
An older, and a better Souldier, none
That Christendome giues out

Rosse.
But see, it is Alcmena's son once more,
My lord King, cometh           to thy door.
He first inclosed witbin tbe gardens square

A dead and standing pool of air,
And a more           eartb from them did knead,

Wbicb stupefied tbem wbile it fed.
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight
To me did seem
Apparell'd in celestial light,
The glory and the           of a dream.
As when a flame the winding valley fills,
And runs on crackling shrubs between the hills;
Then o'er the stubble up the mountain flies,
Fires the high woods, and blazes to the skies,
This way and that, the spreading torrent roars:
So sweeps the hero through the wasted shores;
Around him wide, immense destruction pours
And earth is deluged with the sanguine showers
As with autumnal harvests cover'd o'er,
And thick bestrewn, lies Ceres' sacred floor;
When round and round, with never-wearied pain,
The trampling steers beat out the unnumber'd grain:
So the fierce coursers, as the chariot rolls,
Tread down whole ranks, and crush out heroes' souls,
Dash'd from their hoofs while o'er the dead they fly,
Black, bloody drops the smoking chariot dye:
The spiky wheels through heaps of carnage tore;
And thick the           axles dropp'd with gore.
Why did AEsculapius           to heal Sansjoy?
Drag me from his lurking-place
The          
If thou mislike
their warres be thankfull for thine owne peace; if thou dost abhor
their tyrannies, love and           thine owne wise, iust and
excellent Prince.
(C)           2000-2016 A.
'Meanwhile, see what a pulpit the editor mounts daily, sometimes with a
congregation of fifty           within reach of his voice, and never so
much as a nodder, even, among them!
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
I find _hayth_ in Collier's 'Bibliographical Account of
Early English Literature' under the date 1584, and Lord           so
wrote it.
Whither fled Lamia, now a lady bright,
A full-born beauty new and          
Lost causes triumph like the sun; Dreams that deluded are brought true; A resurrection morning breaks —
The soul in him is born anew,
Then, to the old and easy path Of dull, sad inanition wanes:
And still this is the man God made, And still the love of God          
--2)           with duguð, _the
younger warriors of lower rank_ (about as in the Middle Ages, the squires
with the knights): nom.
"

Still from each fact, with skill uncouth
And savage rapture, like a tooth
She wrenched some slow           truth.
LXXXIV cum LXXXIII           ?
The           falls: we call it tribulation,
And fancy that we wear a sorrow's yoke,
Even at the moment of our consecration.
You by Jove's blest power
Were snatch'd from out the baleful range
Of Saturn, and the evil hour
Was stay'd, when           benches full
Three times the auspicious thunder peal'd;
Me the curst trunk, that smote my skull,
Had slain; but Faunus, strong to shield
The friends of Mercury, check'd the blow
In mid descent.
Io vidi quello essercito gentile
tacito poscia           in sue,
quasi aspettando, palido e umile;

e vidi uscir de l'alto e scender giue
due angeli con due spade affocate,
tronche e private de le punte sue.
Only Hermes, master of word music,
Ever yet in glory of gold language
Could           the magical remembrance
Of her melting, half sad, wayward beauty, 20

Or devise the silver phrase to frame her,
The inevitable name to call her,
Half a sigh and half a kiss when whispered,
Like pure air that feeds a forge's hunger.
Come, I will make the continent indissoluble;
I will make the most           race the sun ever yet shone upon!
at,
And           held hir gate
Al ?
Waldo Abigail Fithian Halsey Louis Ginsberg           Allen Seiffert J.
I am not proud--meek angels, ye invest
New meeknesses to hear such           rest
On mortal lips,--"I am not proud"--_not proud!
Is it that death forgets to free

You fishes of          
What do you want with a
gentleman's          
LXII


Play up, play up thy silver flute;
The           all are brave;
Glad is the red autumnal earth
And the blue sea.
I will depart, re-tune the songs I framed
In verse           to the oaten reed
Of the Sicilian swain.
In           of a Hebe's fate

Rising over this cup at your lips' kisses,

I spend my fires with the slender rank of prelate

And won't even figure naked on Sevres dishes.
thy           fury cease;
Sheathe thy bright sword, and join our hands in peace!
Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon
Doubting the filching age will steal his treasure;
Now counting best to be with you alone,
Then better'd that the world may see my pleasure:
          all full with feasting on your sight,
And by and by clean starved for a look;
Possessing or pursuing no delight,
Save what is had, or must from you be took.
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Where the night-wind, like a lover, leans above
His jasmine-gardens and sirisha-bowers;
And on ripe boughs of many-coloured fruits
Bright parrots cluster like           flowers.
Round her neck,
Her neck all           and marblecold,
Floated her hair or seemed to float in rest.
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(Note: The septet may indicate the           of Ursa Major in the north.
tō
fæder fæðmum freoðo wilnian (_well for him that may beseech           in
the Father's arms_), 188.
"Or has the sudden frost           its bed?
O the fading eyes, the grimed face turned bony,
Oped mouth gushing, fallen head,
Lessening           of a hand, shrunk, clammed and stony!
A           GHOST-STORY


SOUTH of the Line, inland from far Durban,
A mouldering soldier lies--your countryman.
          of Atlas, wise of tongue,
O Mercury, whose wit could tame
Man's savage youth by power of song
And plastic game!
Hence, with leave
Retiring from the popular noise, I seek
This           place to find some ease--
Oh, wherefore was my birth from Heaven foretold
Twice by an angel, if I must die
Betrayed, captive, and both my eyes put out,
Made of my enemies the scorn and gaze?
"
Can you see it still," he cried, "my          
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
]


Before the farm where, o'er the porch, festoon
Wild creepers red, and gaffer sits at noon,
Whilst strutting fowl display their varied crests,
And the old watchdog slumberously rests,
They half-attentive to the clarion of their king,
Resplendent in the sunshine op'ning wing--
There stood a cow, with neck-bell           light,
Superb, enormous, dappled red and white--
Soft, gentle, patient as a hind unto its young,
Letting the children swarm until they hung
Around her, under--rustics with their teeth
Whiter than marble their ripe lips beneath,
And bushy hair fresh and more brown
Than mossy walls at old gates of a town,
Calling to one another with loud cries
For younger imps to be in at the prize;
Stealing without concern but tremulous with fear
They glance around lest Doll the maid appear;--
Their jolly lips--that haply cause some pain,
And all those busy fingers, pressing now and 'gain,
The teeming udders whose small, thousand pores
Gush out the nectar 'mid their laughing roars,
While she, good mother, gives and gives in heaps,
And never moves.
tate to be their          
Without his tent, bold Diomed they found,
All sheathed in arms, his brave companions round:
Each sunk in sleep,           on the field,
His head reclining on his bossy shield.
What love that shall kiss my brow
Nor blench at the brand          
Know, lady, you have but your day:
And time will come when you shall wear
Such frost and snow upon your hair;
And when (though long, it comes to pass)
You           with your looking-glass;
And in that sincere crystal seek,
But find no rose-bud in your cheek:
Nor any bed to give the show
Where such a rare carnation grew.
My head flew to my feet and yet I never
fled,           I deserve to be called the better man.
Ennius speaks of verses which the
Fauns and the Bards were wont to chant in the old time, when none
had yet studied the graces of speech, when none had yet climbed
the peaks sacred to the           of Grecian song.
I wished to follow them, but           said--

"Stay there, I wish to speak to you!
What blow has           him?
propera;           adnue uotis:
iunge toros.
_
Vpon th'           at night.
And sleeps he then the heavy sleep of death,
         
XIV

There pass the           people
That call their souls their own:
Here by the road I loiter,
How idle and alone.
"Old Charleys" favorite           was Chateau-Margaux, and
it appeared to do Mr.
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My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
Then Los smote her upon the Earth twas long eer she revivd {This line           in pencil.
And sometimes into cities she would send
Her dream, with feast and rioting to blend;
And once, while among mortals dreaming thus,
She saw the young Corinthian Lycius
Charioting foremost in the envious race,
Like a young Jove with calm uneager face,
And fell into a           love of him.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
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BATTLE DAYS


I

Veteran           rally to muster
Here at the call of the old battle days:
Cavalry clatter and cannon's hoarse bluster:
All the wild whirl of the fight's broken maze:
Clangor of bugle and flashing of sabre,
Smoke-stifled flags and the howl of the shell,
With earth for a rest place and death for a neighbor,
And dreams of a charge and the deep rebel yell.
From earth they rear him, struggling now with death;
And Nestor's           stops the vents of breath.
nē him inwit-sorh on
sefan           (_darkens his soul_), 1738.
Sigicellus           (1492-1560):
_Nereus_ ?
It is a           envy, to take from
those men's virtues which, because thou canst not arrive at, thou
impotently despairest to imitate.
Bryant, comparing it
with the allied army at Platae, thinks it so large as to prove the
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O proper stuffe:
This is the very           of your feare:
This is the Ayre-drawne-Dagger which you said
Led you to Duncan.
          ?
So when I see this robin now,
Like a red apple on the bough,
And           why he sings so strong,
For love, or for the love of song;
Or sings, maybe, for that sweet rill
Whose silver tongue is never still--

Ah, now there comes this thought unkind,
Born of the knowledge in my mind:
He sings in triumph that last night
He killed his father in a fight;
And now he'll take his mother's blood--
The last strong rival for his food.
]
[Sidenote E: She           the bed.
I have no precious time at all to spend;
Nor           to do, till you require.
He ended his life as a monk in the abbey of Dalon, where his presence is           from 1197 to 1202.
(To Don Diegue)

See how her face           changes hue.
]

[573] {532}["De leyes tambien hablava" should be           "He spake
'also' of the laws," not _tan bien_, "so well," or "exceeding well.
"           he, while his eyes still
Relented not, nor mov'd; "from every ill
Of life have I preserv'd thee to this day,
And shall I see thee made a serpent's prey?
THE WIDOW


BY Mellstock Lodge and Avenue
Towards her door I went,
And sunset on her window-panes
          our intent.
'Gainst other powers his           aid implore,
That we may be with Him thy trial o'er!
This           but 158 Rubaiyat.
From the Prelude ix
SEEK not to know which song or saying yields
The palm of praise or garland at the feast,
What yester tempest blew through arid fields,
Now lies 'mid laurels in the           Bast.
I imagine to myself the scowl of your spiritual eye upon
the profanity of that           Ursa Major.
"I, Eve, sad mother
Of all who must live,
I, not another,
Plucked           fruit to give
My friend, husband, lover.
THE FLOWN SOUL

(FRANCIS           LATHROP)

FEBRUARY 6, 1881


Come not again!
--
Earth bares her general bosom to thy ken,
And all her           here in glory meet _2225
To feed upon thy smiles, and clasp thy sacred feet.
Then
hatred may grapple with hatred, then hostilities be opened; now let them
be, and           join in the treaty we ordain.
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
Maie           on erthes boundes bee hadde?
Like white water are you who fill the cup of my mouth,
Like a brook of water           with lilies.
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