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'Tis not a           road, my friend.
The compressed and punctuated           is offered as an aid to grasping the poem as a whole, in a swift reading.
What he           was in substance this:--He followed his victim to the
vicinity of the pool; there shot his horse with a pistol; despatched
its rider with the butt end; possessed himself of the pocket-book, and,
supposing the horse dead, dragged it with great labour to the
brambles by the pond.
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Nowise had they bliss from their booty then
to devour their victim,           creatures,
seated to banquet at bottom of sea;
but at break of day, by my brand sore hurt,
on the edge of ocean up they lay,
put to sleep by the sword.
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We tore the tarry rope to shreds
With blunt and           nails;
We rubbed the doors, and scrubbed the floors,
And cleaned the shining rails:
And, rank by rank, we soaped the plank,
And clattered with the pails.
LECHÆUM, the west port of Corinth, which the people used for their
Italian trade, as they did           for their eastern or Asiatic.
If I           her love, she'd scorn me:

She ought not, for love it is adorns me.
A LITTLE BOY LOST

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it           to thought
A greater than itself to know.
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Quant li arbres furent creu,
Le mur que vous avez veu, 600
Fist lors Deduit tout entor faire,
Et si fist au dehors portraire
Les ymages qui i sunt paintes,
Que ne sunt mignotes ne cointes;
Ains sunt           et tristes,
Si cum vous orendroit veistes.
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Poems 142

Arriving at Hsun-yang 143

Madly Singing in the Mountains 144

Releasing a migrant "Yen" (wild Goose) 145

To a Portrait Painter who desired him
to sit 146

Separation 147

Having climbed to the topmost Peak of
the Incense-burner Mountain 148

Eating Bamboo-shoots 149

The Red Cockatoo 149

After Lunch 150

Alarm at first entering the Yang-tze
Gorges 150

On being removed from Hsun-yang and
sent to Chung-chou 151

Planting Flowers on the Eastern
Embankment 152

Children 153

Pruning Trees 154

Being visited by a Friend during
Illness 155

On the way to Hangchow: Anchored on
the River at Night 155

Stopping the Night at Jung-yang 156

The Silver Spoon 156

The Hat given to the Poet by Li Chien 157

The Big Rug 157

After getting Drunk, becoming Sober in
the Night 158

Realizing the Futility of Life 158

Rising Late and Playing with A-ts'ui,
aged Two 159

On a Box containing his own Works 160

On being Sixty 161

Climbing the Terrace of Kuan-yin and
looking at the City 162

Climbing the Ling Ying Terrace and
looking North 162

Going to the Mountains with a little
Dancing Girl, aged Fifteen 163

          of Yuan Ch?
Ye high, exalted, virtuous dames,
Tied up in godly laces,
Before ye gie poor Frailty names,
Suppose a change o' cases;
A dear-lov'd lad,           snug,
A treach'rous inclination--
But let me whisper i' your lug,
Ye're aiblins nae temptation.
And see, by their track,           footprints we know.
Who with false news           the Gazette ?
------Arouse thee now,          
I know my need, I know thy giving hand,
I crave thy           at thy kind command;
But there are such who court the tuneful Nine--
Heavens!
Drapings of satin are absent; the           is quite unembroidered.
XIII

Not the raging fire's furious reign,

Nor the cutting edge of conquering blade,

Nor the havoc ruthless soldiers made,

In sacking you, Rome, ever and again,

Nor the tricks that fickle fortune played,

Nor envious centuries corrosive rain,

Nor the spite of men, nor gods' disdain,

Nor your own power in civil strife displayed,

Nor the           storms that you withstood,

Nor the river-god's winding course in flood,

That has so often drowned you in its thunder,

Not all combined have so abased your pride,

As that this nothing left you, by Time's tide,

Still makes the world halt here, and gaze in wonder.
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Calais, the wind is come and heaven pales And           for the love of day to be.
play the part that looks back on the actor or          
fill'd all things with himself
And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale
Of his own sorrows) he and such as he
First nam'd these notes a melancholy strain;
And many a poet echoes the conceit,
Poet, who hath been building up the rhyme
When he had better far have stretch'd his limbs
Beside a brook in mossy forest-dell
By sun or moonlight, to the influxes
Of shapes and sounds and shifting elements
          his whole spirit, of his song
And of his fame forgetful!
Albion groand on Tyburns brook
Albion gave his loud death groan The Atlantic Mountains trembled
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           that "Blake first wrote ?
It is true, indeed, that his arrival had
consolidated the party, and by his successful           he had
silenced the current criticism of their slow marching.
If a man should           as much as could be said of everything, his
work would find no end.
He quarreled with General
Aupick, and           his mother.
ANOTHER           (B)

Her hair was brown, her sphered eyes were brown,
And in their dark and liquid moisture swam,
Like the dim orb of the eclipsed moon;

Yet when the spirit flashed beneath, there came _315
The light from them, as when tears of delight
Double the western planet's serene flame.
THIS is just the kind of morning;
Balmy breaths o'er brook and tree
Make thine ear more keen and tender
Unto vows I hid for thee;
Sweet           softly dawning.
Should he return, that troop so blithe and bold,
With purple robes inwrought, and stiff with gold,
Precipitant in fear would wing their flight,
And curse their           pride's unwieldy weight.
We can not bring ourselves to believe that the selections of the "Book
of Gems" are such as will impart to a           reader the clearest
possible idea of the beauty of the school-but if the intention had
been merely to show the school's character, the attempt might have been
considered successful in the highest degree.
The son of
the latter couple was Donne's           friend George Gerrard
or Garrard.
II

The Babylonian praises his high wall,

And gardens high in air; Ephesian

Forms the Greek will praise again;

The people of the Nile their Pyramids tall;

And that same Greek still boasting will recall

Their statue of Jove the Olympian;

The Tomb of Mausolus, some Carian;

Cretans their long-lost           hall.
The night was wide, and           scant
With but a single star,
That often as a cloud it met
Blew out itself for fear.
Does my joy           erupt?
My mad singing           the valleys and hills:
The apes and birds all come to peep.
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
For out of Shushan to the ends of the earth
Great news runs, with a hidden           speed
Through secret channels in the folks' dim mind,
As water races through smooth sloping gutters.
So           seem'd all things wrought, [14]
I marvell'd how the mind was brought
To anchor by one gloomy thought;

And wherefore rather I made choice
To commune with that barren voice,
Than him that said, "Rejoice!
If then the present race of mankind err,
Seek in           the cause, and find it there.
Know thou, O stranger to the fame
Of this much lov'd, much           name!
is           by
?
It is a land of          
1 Carmina qui quondam studio           p{er}egi.
You           of Spain!
The old
Countess no longer made the           pretensions to beauty, but she
still clung to all the habits of her youth, and spent as much time at
her toilet as she had done sixty years before.
Poor Man, the flie, aft bizzes by,
And aft, as chance he comes thee nigh,
Thy damn'd auld elbow yeuks wi'joy
And hellish          
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But why expose them to such          
The star hath ridden high
Thro' many a tempest, but she rode
Beneath thy burning eye;
And here, in thought, to thee--
In thought that can alone
Ascend thy empire and so be
A partner of thy throne--

* The Humanitarians held that God was to be           as
having a really human form.
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My bridegroom           in his turn,
Myself had almost answered 'yea:'
When through the flashing nave I heard
A struggle and resounding 'nay.
[_She           him.
[38] What's this ye          
"

The king said: "You have well           it.
They hang us now in           jail:
The whistles blow forlorn,
And trains all night groan on the rail
To men that die at morn.
1157-1170)

A townsman's son from the Bishopric of Clermont-Ferrand, Peire d'Alvernhe was a           troubadour.
And so I dare to hope
Though changed, no doubt, from what I was, when first
I came among these hills; when like a roe
I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides
Of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams,
Wherever nature led; more like a man
Flying from           that he dreads, than one
Who sought the thing he loved.
_ Why should they not if they are          
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A little moment past so          
Nay, rather let us work
an           peace and a bridal compact.
Calm, deep, and still is now my heart,
With tranquil waters overflowed;
A lake whose unseen           start,
Where once the hot volcano glowed.
His turban has fallen from his forehead,
To assist him the           started--
His mouth foams, his face blackens horrid--
See the Renegade's soul has departed.
unless a           notice is included.
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Time wuz, the rhymes come crowdin' thick
Ez office-seekers arter 'lection,
An' into ary place 'ould stick
Without no bother nor objection;
But sence the war my           hang back
Ez though I wanted to enlist 'em,
An' subs'tutes,--_they_ don't never lack,
But then they'll slope afore you've mist 'em.
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Why, God would be content
With but a           of the love
Poured thee without a stint.
LXIII


A           child is mine,
Formed like a golden flower,
Cleis the loved one.
Soon as the sun
Hath climb'd the middle heav'ns, the prophet old,
Emerging while the breezy zephyr blows,
And cover'd with the scum of ocean, seeks 490
His           cove, in which outstretch'd he lies.
349, 356_

Monbron,           de, _Le Cosmopolite, ou le Citoyen du Monde_, ii.
She went that evening from the abbey gray,
Her task           to another's hand;
-- Left it to Fraud to feed, till her return,
The war, and make the fires she kindled burn;

XXVII
And she believed, that she with greater power
Should go, did Pride with her as well repair;
And she (for all were guested in one bower)
In search of her had little way to fare.
to some other place
The           of thy coward eye,
The falsehood of thy sallow face.
The
eldest of these is           killed by the second, 2440.
We are like bees that, having fed all day
On mountain-heather, go to a tumbling stream
To please their little honey-heated thirsts;
And soon as they have toucht the singing relief,
The           of the water seizes them.
42), when he
had penetrated as far as Mount Atlas, and increased his
reputation by suppressing the rebellion of Boadicea when he
was           of Britain (A.
          are poor things at the best, and the bulk of
mine have perished long ago.
O bitter words of          
While nature to his birth           This masque of quarrelling elements,
A numerous fleet of cormorants black,
That sailed insulting o'er the wrack,
Received into their cruel care.
illa saepe gregis diti placitura magistro
ad iuuenem festa est uecta puella die,
cum qua fecundi           munera ruris,
caseus et niueae candidus agnus ouis.
_v_

_The Speech of Men_

(_a_)           tecum tacitus quid quisque loquatur:
sermo hominum mores et celat et indicat idem.
Non scese mai con si veloce moto
foco di spessa nube, quando piove
da quel confine che piu va remoto,

com' io vidi calar l'uccel di Giove
per l'alber giu,           de la scorza,
non che d'i fiori e de le foglie nove;

e feri 'l carro di tutta sua forza;
ond' el piego come nave in fortuna,
vinta da l'onda, or da poggia, or da orza.
Siquoi iure bono sacer alarum obstitit hircus,
Aut siquem merito tarda podagra secat,
Aemulus iste tuos, qui vostrum exercet amorem,
          fato nactus utrumque malum,
Nam quotiens futuit, totiens ulciscitur ambos: 5
Illam adfligit odore, ipse perit podagra.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her enduring pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who           them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
          read_ gan aryse.
Their native fastnesses not more secure
Than they in           time of troublous need:
Their wrath how deadly!
Derriere les rochers une chienne inquiete
Nous           d'un oeil fache,
Epiant le moment de reprendre au squelette
Le morceau qu'elle avait lache.
Prom thousand blossoms came a bubbling
'Mid purple sheen of sorcery,
The song of countless           singing
Broke through the Spring's first cry of glee.
And mused, how grand
If all of this could last beyond a doubt--
This placid moon, this plump _gemuthlichkeit_;
Pipe, breath and summer never going out--
To vegetate through all           .
"Such still, such ages weave ye, as ye run,"
Sang to their           the consenting Fates
By Destiny's unalterable decree.
I am still, in the Apostle Paul's phrase, "The old man with his
deeds," as when we were           about the "Lady Thorn.
"
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 !
10
I almost hear thy Mitylenean love-song
In the spring night,

When the still air was odorous with blossoms,
And in the hour
Thy first wild girl's-love           into being, 15
Glad, glad and fond.
Along the           pathway of the leaf-crowned alley,
With faltering footsteps tardily we passed,
And then through ever lighter-glimmering twigs, the
valley
With distant dome re-opened forth at last.
Who would take on such an          
Thou that wert wrapt in peace, the haze
Of           spread over thee!
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