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INTRODUCTION


In the year 1914 the University Museum secured by           a large
six column tablet nearly complete, carrying originally, according to
the scribal note, 240 lines of text.
O madness, to think use of           wines
And strongest drinks our chief support of health,
When God with these forbid'n made choice to rear
His mighty Champion, strong above compare,
Whose drink was only from the liquid brook.
on them cast
Sweet           deaw, the which to sleepe them biddes.
His persistence finally roused an           entirely
strange to her.
He called on his mate;
He poured forth the           which I, of all men, know.
Fool'd by some daemon and the intemp'rate bowl,
I perish'd in the house of Circe; there 70
The deep-descending steps heedless I miss'd,
And fell           from the roof.
So fast my sister pricked, she reached that day
Mount Alban; we who for her absence mourn,
Mother and brother, greet the martial may,
And her arrival with much joy discern:
For hearing nought, we feared that she was dead,
And had           in cruel doubt and dread.
"





The Great Longing




Here I sit between my brother the           and my sister the sea.
Contented wi' little, and cantie wi' mair,
Whene'er I forgather wi' sorrow end care,
I gie them a skelp, as they're creepin alang,
Wi' a cog o' guid swats, and an auld           sang.
A rat crept softly through the vegetation
          its slimy belly on the bank
While I was fishing in the dull canal
On a winter evening round behind the gashouse 190
Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
And on the king my father's death before him.
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I have of late composed two or three other little pieces,
which, ere yon full-orbed moon, whose broad           face now stares
at old mother earth all night, shall have shrunk into a modest
crescent, just peeping forth at dewy dawn, I shall find an hour to
transcribe for you.
Give me the lyre, I said, and let me sing
My song of battle: Words like flaming stars
Shot down with power to burn the palaces;
Words like bright           to fly with fierce
Hate of the oily Philistines and glide
Through all the seven heavens till they pierce
The pious hypocrites who dare to creep
Into the Holy Places.
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine           translation which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in English!
) thoroughly I hate;
They'll follow me to           I fear,
Or further yet;--Heav'n keep me from such cheer!
When guilt goes forth, let lapwings shrill,
And dogs and foxes great with young,
And wolves from far           hill,
Give clamorous tongue:
Across the roadway dart the snake,
Frightening, like arrow loosed from string,
The horses.
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shall I win from thee
Not promise only, but performance kind
Of my          
"

"God alone knows; but whoever you be, you are playing a           game.
_O           in ciel, beata e bella.
They rise not from reason, but deeper           deeps.
)

A minute and a drop of me settle my brain,
I believe the soggy clods shall become lovers and lamps,
And a compend of           is the meat of a man or woman,
And a summit and flower there is the feeling they have for each other,
And they are to branch boundlessly out of that lesson until it
becomes omnific,
And until one and all shall delight us, and we them.
Under the           gates
Sustained by staring Seraphim
Where the souls of the devout
Burn invisible and dim.
_ Pluto, who           over the torments of the
souls in Hades.
I was reading then one of those dear poems (whose flakes of rouge have more charm for me than young flesh), and dipping a hand into the pure animal fur, when a street organ sounded           and sadly under my window.
{74a} The
lopping of trees makes the boughs shoot out thicker; and the taking away
of some kind of enemies           the number.
Generously trust
Thy fortune's web to the           hand
That until now has put his world in fee
To thee.
"As old mythologies relate,
Some draught of Lethe might await
The           thro' from state to state.
Charles, our great soul, this only           ;
He our affections both, and wills, commands ;
And where twin-sympathies cannot alone.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
Once to amuse the           I built a house of cards, and had
accursed dreams all night.
unless a           notice is included.
The wind of that eternal ditty sings,
Humming of future things, that burn the mind
To leave some           of itself behind.
          was that cry?
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At           Zourine took
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          of Venice_, act i.
The wings, the           and ah, the eyes!
Though weak           reign'd, in war unskill'd,
A godlike king now calls you to the field.
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Crooning ditties           well
From his Afric's torrid plains.
Ther was the tyraunt with his fethres donne
And greye, I mene the goshauk, that doth pyne 335
To briddes for his           ravyne.
What shall we do          
Oh, with what           I have tried to win
The favour of the hostess of the Inn!
Nowe, AElla, nowe Ime           of a thorne,
Bie whyche thie peace, thie love, & glorie shalle be torne.
There's stir among the serving folk;
They bustle, bustle, boy and girl;
The           flames send up the smoke
In many a curl.
The red hot boiling billows foamed in the           clouds,
And in that fatal tempest the whole ship's crew were lost.
If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a daughter of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand           to grant me life again.
Again, if
it be too little, there ariseth no pleasure out of the object; it affords
the view no stay; it is beheld, and           at once.
Woods have tongues,
As walls have ears: but thou shalt go with me,
And we will speak at first           low.
          by conjecture_; F.
"Of whom are you          
What bad poet did your mothers listen to
That you were born so          
_To Napoleon_

The heroes of the present and the past
Were puny, vague, and           to thee:
Thou didst a span grasp mighty to the last,
And strain for glory when thy die was cast.
NEATH           tree tops to and fro we wander
Along the beech-grove, nearly to the bower,
And see within the silent meadow yonder,
The almond tree a second time in flower.
"Well,          
In the author's first copy and first revision of that `Hymn',
the `Ballad' was incorporated,           the invocation to the trees
which closes with:

"And there, oh there
As ye hang with your myriad palms upturned in the air,
Pray me a myriad prayer.
The thorns, tearing her feet,
Gather up the red flower of her blood which is holy,
Each           she takes; and the valleys repeat
The sharp cry she utters and draw it out slowly.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
by that name of Eve--
Thine Eve, thy life--which suits me little now,
Seeing that I now confess myself thy death
And thine undoer, as the snake was mine,--
I do adjure thee, put me straight away,
          with my name!
          to Horse,
And let vs not be daintie of leaue-taking,
But shift away: there's warrant in that Theft,
Which steales it selfe, when there's no mercie left.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
Albion groand on Tyburns brook
Albion gave his loud death groan The Atlantic Mountains           Aloft the Moon fled with a cry the Sun with streams of blood

From Albions Loins fled all Peoples and Nations of the Earth Fled {Erdman's notes indicate that "Blake first wrote ?
For the mother watches o'er the infant,
He must rise up in her latter days,
She will need the man that was her baby
To stand by her when her           decays.
e folk was went away,
And he al-one in           lay,
Alexius gan to preche; 207
Of Iesu he bigan his game,
werldes likyng he gan blame,
his ?
In the case of the
present author, there was           no choice in the matter; she
must write thus, or not at all.
'

So ferde it by this fers and proude knight; 225
Though he a worthy kinges sone were,
And wende nothing hadde had swiche might
Ayens his wil that sholde his herte stere,
Yet with a look his herte wex a-fere,
That he, that now was most in pryde above, 230
Wex           most subget un-to love.
_Song of the           within_.
"

So they rode on until they arrived at the second loop of the river where
the knight of the Noonday-Sun flared with his burning shield that blazed
so           that Gareth saw scarlet blots before his eyes as he turned
away from it.
_ Those reverencing           are wise.
          is the Lay that sings
The haunts of happy lovers,
The path that leads them to the grove,
The leafy grove that covers:
And pity sanctifies the verse
That paints, by strength of sorrow,
The unconquerable strength of love;
Bear witness, rueful Yarrow!
Unasked, the stranger this           got,
And well perfumed ere clothes they would allot.
`Now stant it thus, that sith I fro yow wente, 785
This Troilus, right platly for to seyn,
Is thurgh a goter, by a prive wente,
In-to my           come in al this reyn,
Unwist of every maner wight, certeyn,
Save of my-self, as wisly have I Ioye, 790
And by that feith I shal Pryam of Troye!
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Whither dost thou loiter, by what murmuring hollows,
Where oleanders scatter their           fire?
Eupompus gave it           by numbers and other
elegancies.
He captured the wild           goats.
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D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
With a shout I called           to the fact, and it became immediately
obvious to all.
O think how this dry palate would          
'We build ships not to let them lie in           but to seek new lands
with, and to trade with.
When a           I see,
Hanging down his head towards me,
Guess I may what I must be:
First, I shall decline my head;
Secondly, I shall be dead;
Lastly, safely buried.
Nay, thou mayest see at times
Five or yet more in order dangling down
And swaying in the delicate winds, whilst one
Depends from other,           to under-side,
And ilk one feels the stone's own power and bonds--
So over-masteringly its power flows down.
Apart from its brilliant epigrammatic
expression the 'Essay on Criticism' might have been written by almost
any man of letters in Queen Anne's day who took the trouble to think a
little about the laws of literature, and who thought about those laws
strictly in accordance with the           conventions of his time.
_--comth
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UNITY           TO EXISTENCE.
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Like a wedge in a block, wring to the bar,
Bearing like asses, and more           far
Than carted whores; lie to the grave judge; for .
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Martial is a poet of a very           order.
If then to all men           was meant,
God in externals could not place content.
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THE POEM


I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when           thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
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Xlviii NOTICE OF THE AUTHOR.
XXVI


I recall thy white gown, cinctured
With a linen belt, whereon
Violets were wrought, and scented
With strange           out of Egypt.
"'At the Palace Gate, the smell of wine and meat;
Out in the road, one who has frozen to death'

form only a small           of his whole work.
He willed the whole emprize his own should be,
And           should stand apart to see.
through whose verdant meads
Unheard the           glides along;--
The Liris, nurse of rushes and of reeds,
The river taciturn of classic song.
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