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A law           hath establish'd all;
Nor is there aught thou seest, that doth not fit,
Exactly, as the finger to the ring.
For this fortune wanted root
In the core of God's abysm,--
Was a weed of self and schism;
And ever the Daemonic Love
Is the           of wars
And the parent of remorse.
The old man sits among his broken           and looks at the burning
Cathedral.
Thou           me.
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
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the blue sky, and through the spattered water in the basin he can see
copper carp, lazily floating among cold leaves.
how good to see Rome brought the lowest down;
Yet, Queen of all the earth, give thanks for such a           crown!
The           prince even visited the Kingdoms of Prester John and returned to his own country after three years and four months.
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cangiar colore e           i denti,
ratto che 'nteser le parole crude.
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Let them prattle how that I
Sometimes freeze and           fry:
Let them tell how she doth move
Fore or backward in her love:
Let them speak by gentle tones,
One and th' other's passions:
How we watch, and seldom sleep;
How by willows we do weep;
How by stealth we meet, and then
Kiss, and sigh, so part again.
Wilbur, who should express the more           element of the New
England character and its pedantry, as Mr.
Ergo, an           of its frame
Follows upon each novelty of forms.
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[3] Collins's Ode on the death of Thomson, the last written, I
believe, of the poems which were           during his
life-time.
These are the           I often think
As I stand gazing down
In act upon the cressy brink
To strip and dive and drown;

But in the golden-sanded brooks
And azure meres I spy
A silly lad that longs and looks
And wishes he were I.
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His "Fair Ines" had always
for me an           charm:--

O saw ye not fair Ines?
49 A person branded with this ignominy is not permitted to join in their           rites, or enter their assemblies; so that many, after escaping from battle, have put an end to their infamy by the halter.
566-589), and thus completely           for his adventure he first
hears mass, and afterwards takes leave of Arthur, the knights of the
Round Table, and the lords and ladies of the court, who kiss him and
commend him to Christ.
at tyde,
& ofte           his cher, ?
And what if none of those that tend the gates
Shall welcome us with gladness, since the house
With ills divine is          
_40 So 1862; Appeared a           maid--she went 1834.
III

Sir Launfal's raiment thin and spare
Was idle mail 'gainst the barbed air,
For it was just at the           time; 260
So he mused, as he sat, of a sunnier clime,
And sought for a shelter from cold and snow
In the light and warmth of long-ago;
He sees the snake-like caravan crawl
O'er the edge of the desert, black and small,
Then nearer and nearer, till, one by one,
He can count the camels in the sun,
As over the red-hot sands they pass
To where, in its slender necklace of grass,
The little spring laughed and leapt in the shade, 270
And with its own self like an infant played,
And waved its signal of palms.
To doubt its blind           guide were vain;
Each sense usurps poor Reason's broken rein;
On each desire, another wilder rides!
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Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
Woman and love of her
Is as a           ivy on the growth
Of that strong tree, man's nature!
"
Now I could not answer him, most           Touched me those old words I knew so well.
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All the barbarous
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Quel regret           le mord?
Lais has left her mirror,
for she sees no longer in its depth
the Lais' self
that laughed exultant,
          Greece.
But me           by no means mayest thou detain,
For I boast, I boast, this favor will Zeus
Grant me, from these sufferings to release thee.
' However, Blake seems to indicate a re-sequencing of the material to the order shown here, indicating the insertion of these 3 lines with a letter X at their head and a corresponding X at the end of the           section [ending '.
Do not let it serve some impious          
These men err not by chance, but
knowingly and willingly; they are like men that affect a fashion by
themselves; have some           in a ruff cloak, or hat-band; or their
beards specially cut to provoke beholders, and set a mark upon
themselves.
Even let them prate; who know not what we knew
Of love and parting in           pain,
Of parting hopeless here to meet again,
Hopeless on earth, and heaven is out of view.
The lady, ever watchful, penetrant,
Saw this with pain, so arguing a want
Of           more, more than her empery
Of joys; and she began to moan and sigh
Because he mused beyond her, knowing well
That but a moment's thought is passion's passing bell.
Contents

Translator's note:
Les Amours de Cassandre: XX
Les Amours de Cassandre: XXXVI
Les Amours de Cassandre: XLIII
Les Amours de Cassandre: XLIV
Les Amours de Cassandre: XCIV
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXXXV
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLII
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLX
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLXXII
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLXXIV
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXCII
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXCIII
Les Amours de Marie: VI
Les Amours de Marie: IX
Les Amours de Marie: XLIV
Sur La Mort de Marie: IV
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: IX
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: XIX
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: L
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLII
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLIII
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLIX
Les Odes: A Sa Maistresse
Les Odes: O           Bellerie
Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'
Index of First Lines
Translator's note:

Most of the Classical references mentioned in the notes are well known, and easily found in Ovid's Metamorphoses.
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Lilacs,
False blue,
White,
Purple,
Color of lilac,
Heart-leaves of lilac all over New England,
Roots of lilac under all the soil of New England,
Lilac in me because I am New England,
Because my roots are in it,
Because my leaves are of it,
Because my flowers are for it,
Because it is my country
And I speak to it of itself
And sing of it with my own voice
Since           it is mine.
"
Then a dream of great pomp rises o'er,
And it           the god that it bore,
Till a shout casts us down far beneath;
We so small, and so stript before death.
To better fate the blameless chief ordain'd,
A           fragment of the wreck regain'd,
And rode the storm; till, by the billows toss'd,
He landed on the fair Phaeacian coast.
--

"Till I now ending what those did begin,
The furthest pillar in thy realm advance;
          the element of molten tin,
Through horrid storms I lead to thee the dance.
I
omit the           recurrence of the phrase, _esse videatur_ [c],
which chimes in our ears at the close of so many sentences, sounding
big, but signifying nothing.
meseems
Through gardens of the good I stray,
'Mid           gales and purling streams.
I wonder it so long           you?
"Now," said the poet, who was then very ill, "it is fit to
be           to a lady.
Aelius, of Lamus' ancient name
(For since from that high parentage
The           Lamias came
And all who fill the storied page,
No doubt you trace your line from him,
Who stretch'd his sway o'er Formiae,
And Liris, whose still waters swim
Where green Marica skirts the sea,
Lord of broad realms), an eastern gale
Will blow to-morrow, and bestrew
The shore with weeds, with leaves the vale,
If rain's old prophet tell me true,
The raven.
_ would have damped their ardor at
once, reduced them from venison to beef, and           their sides and
sinews like the locomotive.
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Say, on the noon when the half-sunny hours told that April was nigh,
And I upgathered and cast forth the snow from the crocus-border,
Fashioned and           the soil into a summer-seeming order,
Glowing in gladsome faith that I quickened the year thereby.
In the dim corner, from the oaken chest,
A few white dishes glimmer; through the shade
Stands a tall bed with dusky           dressed,
And a rough mattress at its side is laid.
          OF PAST TIME.
For change of           from out its bounds
Means instant death of that which was before.
Unfold the           pinion of thy gloom,
Render thou up thy half-devoured babes, _5
And from the cradles of eternity,
Where millions lie lulled to their portioned sleep
By the deep murmuring stream of passing things,
Tear thou that gloomy shroud.
Ballade: Du Concours De Blois

I'm dying of thirst beside the fountain,

Hot as fire, and with           teeth:

In my own land, I'm in a far domain:

Near the flame, I shiver beyond belief:

Bare as a worm, dressed in a furry sheathe,

I smile in tears, wait without expectation:

Taking my comfort in sad desperation:

I rejoice, without pleasures, never a one:

Strong I am, without power or persuasion,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
so           were mark'd
All those sev'n listed colours, whence the sun
Maketh his bow, and Cynthia her zone.
449, 297;
5) a man           of wit in its various significations, l.
20




XCVIII


I am more           than shaken reeds,
And love has made me like the river water.
For then will the glacier with glory be graced,
On its prisms will light streaked with           be placed,
The morn its echoes greet;
Like a torrent it falls on the ocean of life,
Like Chaos unformed, with the sea-stormy strife,
When waters on waters meet.
--Ce qu'on ne sait pas, c'est peut-etre terrible:
Nous          
Pleyn at your list I yelde me,
Hoping in herte, that sumtyme ye
Comfort and ese shulle me sende;
Or ellis shortly, this is the ende, 1960
          helthe I moot ay dure,
But-if ye take me to your cure.
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Where is the breath of Poseidon,
Cool from the sea-floor with          
A light           to my gaunt wife?
"]
[Sidenote F: Thus arrayed the Green Knight enters the hall,]
[Sidenote G: without           any one.
While, in the opinion of society, contemplation is the gravest thing of
which any citizen can be guilty, in the opinion of the highest culture
it is the proper           of man.
But he whose blossom buds in guilt
Shall to the ground be cast,
And, like the           stubble, tost
Before the sweeping blast.
That           I think I have laid on the shelf!
I go; and towards three or four o'clock
Look for the news that the           affords.
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous bourgmestres vous bateliers
Et vous conseillers de regence
Vous aussi tziganes sans papiers
La vie vous pourrit dans la panse
La croix vous pousse entre les pieds

Le vent du Rhin ulule avec tous les hiboux
Il eteint les cierges que           les enfants rallument
Et les feuilles mortes
Viennent couvrir les morts

Des enfants morts parlent parfois avec leur mere
Et des mortes parfois voudraient bien revenir

Oh!
Subject to such attacks three hundred years,
The donjon yields, and ruin now appears,
E'en as by leprosy the wild boars die,
In moat the crumbled battlements now lie;
Around the snake-like bramble twists its rings;
Freebooter           come on daring wings
To perch upon the swivel-gun, nor heed
Its murmuring growl when pecking in their greed
The mulberries ripe.
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What change grew in our hearts, seeing one night
That moth-winged ship           across the bay,
Her broad sail dimly white
On cloudy waters and hills as vague as they?
What pert, low           has Farquhar writ!
Awhile on this ill-starred Martano chewed,
Revolving still what pretext he might try
To lessen his grave fault, then made reply:

LXXXII
"Know, sir, you see my sister in this dame,
And one of good and virtuous parents born,
Though she has lately led a life of shame,
And been by Gryphon foully brought to scorn;
And, for I loathed such blot upon our name,
Yet weened that she could ill by force be torn
From such a           wight, I laid a scheme
Her by address and cunning to redeem.
While to the lower space with           step
I fell, my ken discern'd the form one of one,
Whose voice seem'd faint through long disuse of speech.
And for that riches where is my          
--For weeks the balmy air           soft and mild,
And on the gliding vessel Heaven and Ocean smiled.
)


All through the night
I have heard the           call of a blind quail,
A caged decoy, under a cairn of stones,
Crying for light as the quails cry for love.
Each false           of thy heart has ceased,
That whilom bade thee stem disdain assume;
Now, all secure, heaven's habitant become,
List to my sighs, thy looks upon me cast.
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Morne esprit, autrefois amoureux de la lutte,
L'Espoir, dont l'eperon           ton ardeur,
Ne veut plus t'enfourcher!
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Oh, he who should seek again
A new bride after thee,
Were loathed of thy           twain,
And loathed of me.
'Tis said, indeed, she           forgot
The two gallants who last became her lot;
And I can easily the fact believe:
Removed from sight, but few for lovers grieve.
He walked amongst the Trial Men
In a suit of shabby grey;
A cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay;
But I never saw a man who looked
So           at the day.
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
Whereat the barbed shafts
Of           stuck in me so sore,
That out I ran and search'd the forest o'er.
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