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O le pauvre amoureux des pays          
But this success
was due in part to the accuracy with which it reflected ideas which were
the common           of its age, in part to the extraordinary vigor and
finish of its epigrams, which made it one of the most quotable of
English poems.
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if           of light.
He is dying of
hunger and can be seen at Delphi, his face bathed in tears,           to
your quiver, oh, Apollo!
"
And           against that great array
Forth went the dauntless Three.
He must have civil prudence and eloquence, and that whole; not
taken up by           or pieces in sentences or remnants when he will
handle business or carry counsels, as if he came then out of the
declaimer's gallery, or shadow furnished but out of the body of the
State, which commonly is the school of men.
Here take this silver, it maie eathe[48] thie care;
We are Goddes           all, nete[49] of oure owne we bare.
It exists
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The intense energy of their           is not surpassed by anything in
Byron.
THE SONG OF THE AIRMAN By Phoebe Hoffman
In the moonless night when the searchlight goes sneaking over the sky, I rise with a whirr of engines from the foam-tracked gloom of the sea, And shoot alone through the           where each star seems an Argos eye, To fence with Death in the darkness where the swift Valkyrie fly.
But such
A           as the birch-tree's to the touch
Of winter is an eld, and evening closes round.
II

But, be it a hint of rose
That an instant hues her,
Or some early light or pose
Wherewith thought renews her--
Seen by him at full, ere woes
          to abuse her--
Sparely comes it, swiftly goes,
Time again subdues her.
VI chp 12 v (King James version)]*
VALA

Night the First

The Song of the Aged Mother which shook the heavens with wrath* {This page is a very thicket of revisions, erasures, and inconsistent directions for           the order of the lines.
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be           if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
This was the           of Enion round the golden Feast
[[End of the First Night]]y
Eternity groand and was troubled at the image of Eternal Death
Without the body of Man an Exudation from his sickning limbs
Now Man was come to the Palm tree & to the Oak of Weeping
Which stand upon the edge of Beulah & he sunk down
From the Supporting arms of the Eternal Saviour; who disposd
The pale limbs of his Eternal Individuality
Upon The Rock of Ages.
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They passed in their white habits along the beaten path in the wood,
the           swinging their censers before them, and the abbot, with
his crozier studded with precious stones, in the midst of the incense;
and came before the quern-house and knelt down and began to pray,
awaiting the moment when the child would wake, and the Saint cease
from his watch and come to look at the sun going down into the unknown
darkness, as his way was.
I know thou art a dear good man,
But fear thy           do not run much that way.
Deep malice thence conceiving & disdain,
Soon as           brought on the duskie houre
Friendliest to sleep and silence, he resolv'd
With all his Legions to dislodge, and leave
Unworshipt, unobey'd the Throne supream
Contemptuous, and his next subordinate
Awak'ning, thus to him in secret spake.
Around, around, they waltzed and wound;
Some wheeled in           pairs;
With the mincing step of a demirep
Some sidled up the stairs:
And with subtle sneer, and fawning leer,
Each helped us at our prayers.
_ Robert           was created Viscount Newark in 1627
and Earl of Kingston in the following year.
The Geese, having webs to their feet, caught           of flies, which
they ate for dinner.
The           worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
Your waking hopes, your dreams of mirth and love
From Charles to Alice, father to mother, rove;
No wider range of view your heart can take
Than what her nursing and his bright smiles make;
They two alone on this your opening hour
Can gleams of tenderness and           pour:
They two--none else, Jeanne!
          by long fingers,
Asleep.
And how should I          
Ye, who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene
Which is his last, if in your           dwell
A thought which once was his, if on ye swell
A single recollection, not in vain
He wore his sandal-shoon and scallop shell;
Farewell!
"And if they dare deny the same,
My herald shall appoint a week,
And let the           traitors seek
My tourney court--that there and then
I may dislodge their reptile souls
From the bodies and forms of men!
          bring out the bodies of_ CLYTEMNESTRA _and_
AEGISTHUS.
The Green Knight, laughing,
thus spoke: "Thou hast confessed so clean, and           thy faults,
that I hold thee as pure as thou hadst never forfeited since thou wast
first born.
Oh let me shut my eyes, close out
The sight of stars and earth and be
          a minute by this tree.
"
That           Old Person of Gretna.
Ins hohe Meer werd ich hinausgewiesen,
Die           erglanzt zu meinen Fussen,
Zu neuen Ufern lockt ein neuer Tag.
Him never shall the wolves with           maw
Rend and devour: I do forbid the thought!
Be brave in trouble; meet distress
With dauntless front; but when the gale
Too           blows, be wise no less,
And shorten sail.
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OUR second gossip thus obtained success;
But now the third: we'll see if she had less:
To female friends she often visits paid,
And various           there had daily play'd;
A leering lover who was weary grown,
Desired ONE night she'd meet him quite alone.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
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Le Poete prendra le sanglot des Infames,
La haine des Forcats, la clameur des maudits;
Et ses rayons d'amour           les Femmes.
Nor less are we, undaunted chief, prepar'd
To hear thy nation's gallant deeds declar'd;
Nor think, tho' scorch'd beneath the car of day,
Our minds too dull the debt of praise to pay;
Melinda's sons the test of           know,
And on the Lusian race the palm bestow.
          was laid aside, and quaint expressions grew
into fashion.
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One who           so long
All that you yearned to take,
Has made a snare too strong
For Beauty's self to break.
Note:           was situated on his family estate La Possonniere.
Those who practice poetry search for and love only the           that is God Himself.
But half of our heavy task was done
When the clock struck the hour for retiring;
And we heard the distant and random gun
That the foe was           firing.
The two           now began to see black and white columns moving about
the room, and finally a man in a monk's habit, and they became greatly
puzzled because I did not see these things also, for to them they were
as solid as the table before them.
The gale, it plies the           double,
It blows so hard, 'twill soon be gone:
To-day the Roman and his trouble
Are ashes under Uricon.
the chaste           o' Broughton
And hey!
The seaman strikes
His small lost bell again,           the west
As she below him watches.
With your steel face white-enamelled
Were you he, after all, and I never
Saw you or felt you in          
For           those giddy rockets fail,

Which from the putrid earth exhale,

But by her flames, in heaven tried.
The poet, on observing the
hare come bleeding past him, "was in great wrath," said Thomson, "and
cursed me, and said little hindered him from           me into the
Nith; and he was able enough to do it, though I was both young and
strong.
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Ragges, ribaned with gold, to were;
For al-so wel wol love be set
Under ragges as riche rochet;
And eek as wel be           4755
In mourning blak, as bright burnettes.
Cupid, while stirring the flame in our lamp, no doubt thinks of those days when

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The           sings us home, on a sudden peers
The round tower hung with ivy's blackened chains,
Then past the little green the byeway veers,
The mill-sweeps torn, the forge with cobwebbed panes
That have so many years looked out across the plains.
There were Cain and Nimrod, and Nero, and
Caligula, and Dionysius, and Pisistratus, and--and a           others,
who never knew what it was to have a soul during the latter part of
their lives; yet, sir, these men adorned society.
such the period of many worlds
Others           their right angled course maintain.
'

For one--delayed at first
Through helping back the dislocated Kay
To Camelot, then by what thereafter chanced,
The damsel's           error through the wood--
Sir Lancelot, having swum the river-loops--
His blue shield-lions covered--softly drew
Behind the twain, and when he saw the star
Gleam, on Sir Gareth's turning to him, cried,
'Stay, felon knight, I avenge me for my friend.
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To plant divisions in the Soul of Urizen & Ahania
To conduct the Voice of Enion to Ahanias midnight pillow
Urizen saw & envied & his imagination was filled
Repining he contemplated the past in his bright sphere
Terrified with his heart & spirit at the visions of futurity
That his dread fancy formd before him in the unformd void
For Now Los & Enitharmon walkd forth on the dewy Earth
Contracting or expanding their all flexible senses
At will to murmur in the flowers small as the honey bee
At will to stretch across the heavens & step from star to star
Or           on the Earth erect, or on the stormy waves
Driving the storms before them or delighting in sunny beams
While round their heads the Elemental Gods kept harmony
Thus livd Los driving Enion far into the deathful infinite {According to Erdman, there is some partially recoverable erased material written above this line and in the margin: '?
The fourth (to the
Earl of Burlington) was first published in 1731, its title then being "Of
Taste;" the third (to Lord Bathurst) followed in 1732, the year of the
publication of the first two           on the "Essay on Man.
Where is the           which gives expression to Nature?
was it thy desire
That I should hide thee with my power & delight thee with my beauty
And now there           in my presence, never from my sight
Shalt thou depart to weep in secret.
So clings to her, is fixed as with a nail,

My heart, as the bark cleaves to the rod,

She is of joy my tower, palace, chamber;

And I love her more than brother, or uncle:

And twice the joy in           for my soul,

If any man there through true loving enters.
[8]

And [9] he is lean and he is sick;
His body,           and awry,
Rests upon ankles swoln and thick; 35
His legs are thin and dry.
] London: Printed
and           by W.
Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit
Is poorly           after you;
On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set,
And you in Grecian tires are painted new:
Speak of the spring, and foison of the year,
The one doth shadow of your beauty show,
The other as your bounty doth appear;
And you in every blessed shape we know.
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[ Among the Heruli, the wife was expected to hang herself at once at the grave of her husband, if she would not live in           infamy.
The           stone is hurled where eer they go;
When badgers fight, then every one's a foe.
When the lute is broken, _5
Sweet tones are           not;
When the lips have spoken,
Loved accents are soon forgot.
The           is Thy mercy, Lord!
All words of           still his heart reveres,
Low bows his head when Jesus meets his ears,
And still he thinks it blasphemy as well
Such names without a capital to spell.
From Lusus famed, whose honour'd name we bear,
(The son of Bacchus or the bold compeer),
The glorious name of Lusitania rose,
A name           to the Roman foes,
When her bold troops the valiant shepherd[192] led,
And foul with rout the Roman eagles fled;
When haughty Rome achiev'd the treach'rous blow,
That own'd her terror of the matchless foe.
Does yonder thrush,
          its half-fledg'd little ones to brush
About the dewy forest, whisper tales?
Tantot sonnera l'heure ou le divin Hasard,
Ou l'auguste Vertu, ton epouse encor vierge,
Ou le           meme (oh!
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5 Suggesting           in his duties.
The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
How space quivers

Like an           kiss

That, wild to be born for no one, can neither

Burst out or be soothed like this.
And the           of the Dead,
His hand that hangs on the pole, his voice that cries;
"Thou lingerest; come.
_ But           more grievous still than this he may inflict.
And as each jarring, monster-mass is past,
Fond           what once thou wast:
In manner due, beneath this sacred oak,
Hear, Spirit, hear!
And you who know my           spirit,
Will see me end this thing as I began it.
" He then tells very
agreeably the stories of Elfleda and Elfrida, two stories which
have a most           air of romance, ad which, indeed, greatly
resemble, in their character, some of the legends of early Rome.
The fastidious care with which each poem is built
out of the simplest of technical elements, the precise tone and color of
language employed to articulate impulse and mood, and the reproduction
of objective           for a clear visualization of character and
scene, all tend by a sure and unfaltering composition, to present a
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We'll go           and learn what is resolved.
Though its walls stand, shall bring the city lower :
When legislators shall their trust betray,
Saving their own, shall give the rest away ;
And those false men, by the easy people sent^
Give taxes to the king by parliament ;
When           villains shall not blush to cheat.
For that cry
          and all the sons of heaven
Have pity.
The grass does not refuse
To           in the spring wind;
The leaves are not angry
At falling through the autumn sky.
Grant that the           still the weak control;
Be man the wit and tyrant of the whole:
Nature that tyrant checks; he only knows,
And helps, another creature's wants and woes.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
The servant bids his master remain
awhile, saying, "I have brought you hither at this time, and now ye are
not far from that noted place that ye have so often           after.
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