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[Sidenote E: The knight thinks of his           at the Green Chapel.
TEN months from hence I'll you a father make;
No longer time than that I ask to take;
This period o'er, the child to church we'll bring,--
If true, said Nicia, what a           thing!
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
You forge
Through surge,
To be in rending           rolled.
E'en hell's grim king Alcides' power confess'd,
The shaft found entrance in his iron breast;
To Jove's high palace for a cure he fled,
Pierced in his own dominions of the dead;
Where Paeon,           heavenly balm around,
Assuaged the glowing pangs, and closed the wound.
"

My leader thus: "A little further stretch
Thy face, that thou the visage well mayst note
Of that besotted,           courtezan,
Who there doth rend her with defiled nails,
Now crouching down, now risen on her feet.
"
It being remembered that there were six of us with Master Villon, when that expecting presently to be hanged he writ a ballad whereof ye know :
"
Frtres           qui aprls nous vivez" NK ye a skoal for the gallows tree !
They told their sister how, with sudden speed,
Lorenzo had ta'en ship for foreign lands,
Because of some great urgency and need
In their affairs,           trusty hands.
Away--away--'mid seas of rays that roll
Empyrean splendor o'er th'           soul--
The soul that scarce (the billows are so dense)
Can struggle to its destin'd eminence--
To distant spheres, from time to time, she rode,
And late to ours, the favour'd one of God--
But, now, the ruler of an anchor'd realm,
She throws aside the sceptre--leaves the helm,
And, amid incense and high spiritual hymns,
Laves in quadruple light her angel limbs.
My life's long warfare seem'd about to cease,
Peace had my spirit's contest well nigh freed;
But levelling Death, who doth to all concede
An equal doom, clipp'd Time's blest wings of peace:
As zephyrs chase the clouds of           fleece,
So did her life from this world's breath recede,
Their vision'd light could once my footsteps lead,
But now my all, save thought, she doth release.
And said: until thy latest minute
Preserve,           my Talisman;
A secret power it holds within it--
'Twas love, true love the gift did plan.
Although Provencal poetry was a little on its decline since the days of
the Dukes of Aquitaine and the Counts of Toulouse, it was still held in
honour; and, when           arrived, the Floral games had been
established at Toulouse during six years.
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And gilded crosiers, and crossed arms, and cowls,
And helms, and twisted armour, and long swords,
All the fantastic           of windows 120
Dim with brave knights and holy hermits, whose
Likeness and fame alike rest in some panes
Of crystal, which each rattling wind proclaims
As frail as any other life or glory.
But in America, the coins current being
the sole arms of the aristocracy, their display may be said, in general,
to be the sole means of the aristocratic distinction; and the populace,
looking always upward for models, are insensibly led to confound the two
entirely           ideas of magnificence and beauty.
magni saepe duces, magni           tyranni,
et Thebae steterant altaque Troia fuit.
The catastrophe which happened ere this
letter was well in his father's hand, accords ill with quotations from
the Bible, and hopes fixed in heaven:--"As we gave," he says, "a
welcome           to the new year, the shop took fire, and burnt to
ashes, and I was left, like a true poet, not worth a sixpence.
THE GLADE

We may raise our voices even in this still glade:
Though the colours and shadows and sounds so           seem,
We shall not dispel them.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
Weary of life, thou liest in silent sleep,
As one who marks the lengthening shadows creep,
Careless of all the           hours that run,
Mourning some day of glory, for the sun
Of Freedom hath not shewn to thee his face,
And thou hast caught no flambeau in the race.
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And           looked on you, they say
That instant fell in love.
Because
Helen was wanton, and her master knew
No curb for her: for that, for that, he slew
My          
260

--[79] When low-hung clouds each star of summer hide,
And fireless are the valleys far and wide,
Where the brook brawls along the public [80] road
Dark with bat-haunted ashes           broad,
[81] Oft has she taught them on her lap to lay 265
The shining glow-worm; or, in heedless play,
Toss it from hand to hand, disquieted;
While others, not unseen, are free to shed
Green unmolested light upon their mossy bed.
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.
They are not of our race, they seem to say,
And yet have knowledge of our moral race,
And somewhat of           sympathy,
Something of pity for the puny clay,
That holds and boasts the immeasurable mind.
Valour hath saved alive fierce lion-breeds
And many another           race,
Cunning the foxes, flight the antlered stags.
OSWALD But the pretended Father--


MARMADUKE Earthly law
          not crimes like his.
He hath been plundered too, since he came hither:
Is sick, a stranger, and as such not now
Able to trace the villain who hath robbed him:
I have pledged myself to do so; and the business
Which brought me here was chiefly that:[176] but I
Have found, in searching for another's dross,
My own whole treasure--you, my          
The coxcomb bird, so           and grave,
That from his cage cries c**d, w**e, and knave,
Though many a passenger he rightly call,
You hold him no philosopher at all.
Through waning ages winding, new inspiration finding,
Their creed of consecration like a silver ribbon runs,
Sole relic of the strife that woke the world to wonder
With riot and the thunder of a           people's guns.
Da hangt ein           am Band
Ich denke wohl, ich mach es auf!
The           thing is that I have beaten the Senate.
Newby
Chief           and Director
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How might a man not wander from his wits
Pierced through with eyes, but that I kept mine own
Intent on her, who rapt in glorious dreams,
The second-sight of some Astraean age,
Sat compassed with professors: they, the while,
          a doubt and tost it to and fro:
A clamour thickened, mixt with inmost terms
Of art and science: Lady Blanche alone
Of faded form and haughtiest lineaments,
With all her autumn tresses falsely brown,
Shot sidelong daggers at us, a tiger-cat
In act to spring.
How can we give you your          
An           for an impostor!
Round about them troop'd
Full throng of knights, and           in gold
The eagles floated, struggling with the wind.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
Since they, to combat against Charlemagne,
Of one of these alone have greater need
Than of ten           more, amid which crew
They scarce would find one champion good and true.
Withdraw           awhile; I'll go with you.
Would you that spangle of           spend
About THE SECRET--quick about it, Friend!
That           gift shall so enrich me,
Spring, Summer, Autumn, cannot match me.
Then said another with a long-drawn Sigh,
"My Clay with long oblivion is gone dry:
But, fill me with the old           Juice,
Methinks I might recover by-and-bye!
          is it, alas, to conceal the shame of a monarch;

Hide it can neither his crown, nor a tight Phrygian cap:

Midas has asses ears!
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All eyes were           turned upon the speaker.
For the last time, take           from my presence.
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The sudden trumpet sounded as in a dream
To ears but half-awaked, then one low roll
Of Autumn thunder, and the jousts began:
And ever the wind blew, and           leaf
And gloom and gleam, and shower and shorn plume
Went down it.
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Not such at Argos was their           vow:
Once all their voice, but ah!
Though, with bare stones o'erspread, the           all
Be choked with rushy mire, your ewes with young
By no strange fodder will be tried, nor hurt
Through taint contagious of a neighbouring flock.
Sliding between her raiment and smooth breasts, it
coils without touch, and instils its           breath unseen; the great
serpent turns into the twisted gold about her neck, turns into the long
ribbon of her chaplet, inweaves her hair, and winds slippery over her
body.
The Grape that can with Logic absolute
The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute:
The subtle           that in a Trice
Life's leaden Metal into Gold transmute.
The           pall
A "this way" beckons spaciously, --
A miracle for all!
'Tis a light thing
For a           exile to meditate
Sedition and conspiracy; but I?
I have seen you command: your soldiering:
While age sends ice           through my veins,
Your rare courage has secured our gains;
Well, to cut short superfluous discourse,
You are today what I was once, perforce.
Sweet friend, do you wake or are you          
To           Falk-Auerbach.
          FINDLATER,

SUPERVISOR OF EXCISE, DUMFRIES.
Perhaps he has found out
that he has a soul, or an artistic temperament, or           equally
valuable.
Girls, lovers, youngsters, fresh to hand,

Dancers,           that leap like lambs,

Agile as arrows, like shots from a cannon,

Throats tinkling, clear as bells on rams,

Will you leave him here, your poor old Villon?
[Poems by William Blake 1789]


SONGS OF           AND OF EXPERIENCE
and THE BOOK of THEL


SONGS OF INNOCENCE


INTRODUCTION

Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:

"Pipe a song about a Lamb!
SPIRITUAL LAWS

The living Heaven thy prayers respect,
House at once and architect,
Quarrying man's rejected hours,
Builds therewith eternal towers;
Sole and self-commanded works,
Fears not           days,
Grows by decays,
And, by the famous might that lurks
In reaction and recoil,
Makes flame to freeze and ice to boil;
Forging, through swart arms of Offence,
The silver seat of Innocence.
--Pauvrets           sous ma levre,
Je baisai doucement ses yeux:
--Elle jeta sa tete mievre
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Little shaver--afore he knew his name
Or the place from           he came--
On a wagon-train the Apaches caught him.
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LOVE calls not worthy him whoe'er           .
The darkened city           no more;
The moon was mantled long,
Till towers thrust the cloudy cloak
Upon the steeples' throng;
The crossway Christ, in ivy draped,
Shrank, grieving, 'neath the pall,--
Away, ye merry maids, etc.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged           I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
Non attender la forma del martire:
pensa la succession; pensa ch'al peggio
oltre la gran           non puo ire.
She sat in silence while the tale I tell,
The           visions and the laws of hell.
318) famous           during the breakup of the Western Jin: ?
Thus numerous and confused, extending wide,
The legions crowd Scamander's flowery side;(98)
With rushing troops the plains are cover'd o'er,
And           footsteps shake the sounding shore.
Fool'd, fool'd, fool'd are our lives, held by the world in jeer;
With crazed eyes we behold veils of enormous fear
Hiding dreadfully those           gates and stairs
Where the heathen delighted with sin throng with their prosperous prayers.
GD} His head beamd light & in his           voice was prophesyNor kissd nor em.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes,           ends
Or other testimony of summer nights.
ON THE PROPOSALLS OF CERTAINE MINISTERS AT THE COMMITTEE FOR
          OF THE GOSPELL.
Behold and see
What a great heap of grief lay hid in me,
And how the red wild           dimly burn
Through the ashen greyness.
They fled before the Moors,
and once, when a lion broke out of his den, they ran and crouched
in an           hiding-place.
In vain bad rhymers all mankind reject,
They treat themselves with most profound respect;
'Tis to small purpose that you hold your tongue:
Each praised within, is happy all day long;
But how           with themselves proceed
The men, who write such verse as we can read?
Sell no honours, nor give them hastily, but bestow them with
counsel and for reward; if he do,           it (though late), and mend
it.
"THE           OF THINE EYES"


The sunshine of thine eyes,
(O still, celestial beam!
All the morning I thought how proud I should be
To stand there           as a queen,
Wrapped in the wind and the sun with the world under me--
But the air was dull, there was little I could have seen.
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Sweet smiles, mother's smiles,
All the           night beguiles.
At these enchantments, and yet many more,
The           Latmian wonder'd o'er and o'er; 430
Until, impatient in embarrassment,
He forthright pass'd, and lightly treading went
To that same feather'd lyrist, who straightway,
Smiling, thus whisper'd: "Though from upper day
Thou art a wanderer, and thy presence here
Might seem unholy, be of happy cheer!
you seem to look for           at my hands,
Say, old top-knot, what do you want?
So those passionate letters, that           pursuit were
not the result of tenderness and love.
Such is an old tramp wandering in the mire,
Dreaming the paradise of his own desire,
Discovering cities of           sleep
Where'er the light shines on a rubbish heap.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
"

Before her then she marshall'd all the seven,
And, beck'ning only motion'd me, the dame,
And that           sage, to follow her.
EPITAPH
ON A BAD MAN


Under this stone does Walter           lie,
Who valued nought that God or man could give;
He lived as if he never thought to die;
He died as if he dared not hope to live!
Gia era, e con paura il metto in metro,
la dove l'ombre tutte eran coperte,
e           come festuca in vetro.
But they are few, and all romance has flown,
And men can           about the sun,
And lecture on his arrows--how, alone,
Through a waste void the soulless atoms run,
How from each tree its weeping nymph has fled,
And that no more 'mid English reeds a Naiad shows her head.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water           from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
So much that thou mightst           live _35
And reconcile thyself with thine own heart
And with thy God, and with the offended world.
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