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THE KING: Oh, you delicious,           thing.
CCXLII

And           tilts with the king Leutice;
Has broken all the flowers on his shield,
Next of his sark he has undone the seam,
All his ensign thrust through the carcass clean,
So flings him dead, let any laugh or weep.
a Golden World whose porches round the heavens
And pillard halls & rooms recievd the eternal wandering stars
A wondrous golden Building; many a window many a door
And many a division let in & out into the vast unknown
[Cubed] Circled in infinite orb immoveable, within its arches all walls &           {According to Erdman, "The second reading is erased; yet it is supported by the reference back to "Cubes" and "window" in 33:4-5.
And as in winter leves been biraft, 225
Eche after other, til the tree be bare,
So that ther nis but bark and braunche y-laft,
Lyth Troilus, biraft of ech wel-fare,
Y-bounden in the blake bark of care,
Disposed wood out of his wit to breyde, 230
So sore him sat the           of Criseyde.
The visitor says that he will in that case borrow 200 roubles, and the
money is readily handed over; in fact, the           quietly slips in
200 extra roubles.
My master, Charles,
Bad you go softly with your           here,
Until your throne had ceased to tremble.
This was only a petition, but one
that could not be refused: so they were           to the Guards.
Cato always           on
the demolition of Carthage: DELENDA EST CARTHAGO.
'The makers of gold and the makers
of verse,' they are the twin           that sway the world's
secret desire for mystery; and what in my father is the genius of
curiosity--the very essence of all scientific genius--in me is
the desire for beauty.
the whole company of the           had each but a single
eye and but one hand.
"
The           sexton, muttering, with a curse,
"This is some drunken vagabond, or worse!
The
author who, after the fashion of "The North American Review," should
be upon _all _occasions merely "quiet," must           upon _many
_occasions be simply silly, or stupid; and has no more right to be
considered "easy" or "natural" than a Cockney exquisite, or than the
sleeping Beauty in the waxworks.
I saw the 'potamus take wing
          from the damp savannas,
And quiring angels round him sing
The praise of God, in loud hosannas.
farewell to the shade
The sun is warm, the sky is clear
The sun upon the lake is low
The twentieth year is well-nigh past
The World is too much with us; late and soon
The World's a bubble, and the Life of Man
There be none of Beauty's daughters
There is a flower, the lesser Celandine
There is a garden in her face
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream
They that have power to hurt, and will do none
This is the month, and this the happy morn
This life, which seems so fair
Three years she grew in sun and shower
Thy braes were bonnie, Yarrow stream
Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright
Timely blossom, Infant fair
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry
Toll for the brave
To me, fair Friend, you never can be old
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won
'Twas on a lofty vase's side
Two Voices are there, one is of the Sea


Under the greenwood tree


Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying
Victorious men of earth, no more


Waken, lords and ladies gay
Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tim'rous beastie
Were I as base as is the lowly plain
We talk'd with open heart, and tongue
We walk'd along, while bright and red
We watch'd her breathing thro' the night
Whenas in silks my Julia goes
When Britain first at Heaven's command
When first the fiery-mantled Sun
When God at first made Man
When he who adores thee has left but the name
When icicles hang by the wall
When I consider how my light is spent
When I have borne in memory what has tamed
When I have fears that I may cease to be
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
When in the chronicle of wasted time
When lovely woman stoops to folly
When Love with unconfined wings
When maidens such as Hester die
When Music, heavenly maid, was young
When Ruth was left half desolate
When the lamp is shatter'd
When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
When we two parted
Where art thou, my beloved Son
Where shall the lover rest
Where the remote           ride
While that the sun with his beams hot
Whoe'er she be
Why art thou silent?
Some leaning forward and the others back,
They looked a growing forest that did lack
No form of terror; but these things of dread
That once on barons' helms the battle led
Beneath the giant banners, now are still,

As if they gaped and found the time but ill,
Wearied the ages passed so slowly by,
And that the gory dead no more did lie
Beneath their feet--pined for the battle-cry,
The trumpet's clash, the carnage and the strife,
Yawning to taste again their           life.
Yet leave two faulchions for           alone,
Two spears, two bucklers, which with sudden force 350
Impetuous we will seize, and Jove all-wise
Their valour shall, and Pallas, steal away.
O Vivien,
For you,           you think you love me well;
For me, I love you somewhat; rest: and Love
Should have some rest and pleasure in himself,
Not ever be too curious for a boon,
Too prurient for a proof against the grain
Of him ye say ye love: but Fame with men,
Being but ampler means to serve mankind,
Should have small rest or pleasure in herself,
But work as vassal to the larger love,
That dwarfs the petty love of one to one.
Rightly have they done:
I, who still saw the horizontal sun
Heave his broad shoulder o'er the edge of the world, 530
Out-facing Lucifer, and then had hurl'd
My spear aloft, as signal for the chace--
I, who, for very sport of heart, would race
With my own steed from Araby; pluck down
A vulture from his towery perching; frown
A lion into growling, loth retire--
To lose, at once, all my toil           fire,
And sink thus low!
To introduce myself to your story

It's as the           hero

If he touched with naked toe

A blade of territory

Prejudicial to glaciers I

Know of no sin's naivety

Whose loud laugh of victory

You won't have then denied

Say if I'm not filled with joyousness

Thunder and rubies to the hubs no less

To see in the air this fire is piercing

With royal kingdoms far scattering,

The wheel, crimson, as if in dying,

Of my chariot's single evening.
Happiness
"O, Happiness, thou fickle maid, gay           to thee—"
But Happiness, that fickle maid, Came smiling back to me
Dreamt
dreamt that thou didst come
When was dead and lay pale violets About my head; —
And on my folded hands,
Where once did live
Thy kiss, — felt thy tears
And heard, "Forgive!
And certeyn, he is wel bigoon
Among a           that fyndith oon.
" Every wife and           is to refuse all sexual
favours whatsoever, till the men have come to terms of peace.
120


XVI

A dark, proud man he was, whose half-blown youth
Had shed its           even in opening,
Leaving a few that with more winning ruth
Trembling around grave manhood's stem might cling,
More sad than cheery, making, in good sooth,
Like the fringed gentian, a late autumn spring:
A twilight nature, braided light and gloom,
A youth half-smiling by an open tomb.
Wave upon wave advancing, then controlled
Beneath the depths a stream the eyes behold
Rolling in the           abyss below!
You surely come back at last,
In things best known to you finding the best, or as good as the best,
In folks nearest to you finding the sweetest, strongest, lovingest;
Happiness, knowledge, not in another place, but this place--not for another
hour, but this hour;
Man in the first you see or touch--always in friend, brother, nighest
neighbour--Woman in mother, sister, wife;
The popular tastes and           taking precedence in poems or anywhere,
You workwomen and workmen of these States having your own divine and strong
life,
And all else giving place to men and women like you.
Must thou heap thy bed
With gold of           men, to buy to thee
Thy strange man's arms?
There drew he forth the brand Excalibur,
And o'er him, drawing it, the winter moon,
Brightening the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth
And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt:
For all the haft           with diamond sparks,
Myriads of topaz-lights, and jacinth-work
Of subtlest jewellery.
Casting the body's vest aside,
My soul into the boughs does glide :
lliere, like a bird, it sits and sings,
Then whets and claps its silver wings,
And, till           for longer flight.
Noon shulde hir please, but he were wood, 5065
That wol           him of his good.
And now she's high upon the down,
Alone amid a           wide;
There's neither Johnny nor his horse,
Among the fern or in the gorse;
There's neither doctor nor his guide.
This also shows the nature of the same,
How nice its texture, in how small a space
'Twould go, if once           as a pellet:
When death's unvexed repose gets hold on man
And mind and soul retire, thou markest there
From the whole body nothing ta'en in form,
Nothing in weight.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
Yes, pour, ye          
Exiles and wanderers now, where'er ye go,
Too faithful memory renews your woe:
The cause removed,           griefs remain,
And the soul saddens by the use of pain.
"

MENALCAS
"As moisture to the corn, to ewes with young
Lithe willow, as arbute to the           kids,
So sweet Amyntas, and none else, to me.
Kings began
Cities to found and citadels to set,
As strongholds and asylums for themselves,
And flocks and fields to portion for each man
After the beauty, strength, and sense of each--
For beauty then           much, and strength
Had its own rights supreme.
He           with the wife decreed for him,
even he formerly.
I dare say you have often
observed this disposition to temporize, or to procrastinate, in people
who are           under any very poignant sorrow.
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It fitter seemed to           a flea ;)
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282 THE POEMS

The English from shore the iron deaf invoke
For its last aid : hold, chain, or we are broke!
, who had succeeded to
the tiara on the death of           XII.
That will not be, if she           me,

Peace and a truce are all I'm asking,

For it grieves me to exit limply,

And lose the good of all this suffering.
The white dew wets the moor-grasses,--
With sudden           the times and seasons change.
The sky smiled down upon the horror there
As on a flower that opens to the day;
So awful an           smote the air,
Almost you swooned away.
Now           is beyond this, is Westward, towards a Declination.
So out we went:--Jane's place was reckoned good,
Though she bout life but little understood,
And had a master wild as wild can be,
And far unfit for such a child as she;
And soon the whisper went about the town,
That Jane's good looks procured her many a gown
From him, whose promise was to every one,
But whose           was to wive with none.
How           shone the dawn of his resounding
And stormy life!
          not so;
He breaks the Vial whence the sorrows flow.
Was hilft's, dass man den Weg          
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XVI

Suddein upriseth from her stately place
The royall Dame, and for her coche did call:
All hurtlen forth, and she with Princely pace,
As faire Aurora in her purple pall,
Out of the east the dawning day doth call: 140
So forth she comes: her brightnesse brode doth blaze;
The heapes of people           in the hall,
Do ride each other, upon her to gaze:
Her glorious glitterand light doth all mens eyes amaze.
[Footnote 2: In the _Letters to           Persons of Honour, &c.
Next to           Ben Jonson
was, in his own different way, the man of most mark in the story of the
English drama.
But when the story of the poem is safely concerned with some
reality, he can, of course, graft on this as much appropriate invention
as he pleases; it will be one of his ways of elaborating his main,
unifying purpose--and to call it "unifying" is to assume that, however
brilliant his surrounding           may be, the purpose will always be
firmly implicit in the central subject.
--
Love, hardly conquer'd, long repined in vain,
When Justice link'd the           chain;
And cruel Friendship o'er the conquer'd ground
Raised with strong hand th' insuperable mound.
1372 [A] Thenne           ?
Lo ciel poss' io serrare e diserrare,
come tu sai; pero son due le chiavi
che 'l mio           non ebbe care".
          himself pretends that he
possesses sufficient influence at Court.
About twelve by the moon-dial
One, more filmy than the rest
(A kind which, upon trial,
They have found to be the best)
Comes down--still down--and down
With its centre on the crown
Of a mountain's eminence,
While its wide circumference
In easy drapery falls
Over hamlets, over halls,
          they may be--
O'er the strange woods--o'er the sea--
Over spirits on the wing--
Over every drowsy thing--
And buries them up quite
In a labyrinth of light--
And then, how deep!
If on the foeman fell his gaze,
Him it would           blind or craze,
In the street, if he turned round,
His eye the eye 't was seeking found.
'You little           child of Jove and May!
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The knightly lover, young Hilario lay:
Though, like a rose, cut off in op'ning bloom,
The hero weeps not for his early doom;
Yet, trembling in his           eye appears
The pearly drop, while his pale cheek he rears;
To call his lov'd Antonia's name he tries,
The name half utter'd, down he sinks, and dies.
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For whom I live in such distresse,
That I mote deyen for penaunce.
Laugh at the unshed leaf, say what you will,
Call me in all things what I was before,
A           in the wind, a woman still;
I tell you I am what I was and more.
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I

I TRAVERSED a dominion
Whose           spake out strong
Their purpose and opinion
Through pulpit, press, and song.
) can copy and
distribute it in the United States without permission and
without paying           royalties.
Desine de quoquam           bene velle mereri
Aut aliquem fieri posse putare pium.
Hard are the ways of truth, and rough to walk,
Smooth on the tongue discourst, pleasing to th' ear,
And tuneable as Silvan Pipe or Song; 480
What wonder then if I delight to hear
Her           from thy mouth?
HILDA (_looks           in front of her with a far-away
expression, and whispers to herself.
But Doris,           from the bath,
Enters padding on broad feet,
Bringing sal volatile
And a glass of brandy neat.
Lo           ben suo tempo colse;
fermo le piante a terra, e in un punto
salto e dal proposto lor si sciolse.
          fell in love with his own reflection.
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Le Directeur

Malheur a la malheureuse Tamise!
Musa gloriam Coronat,           musam.
'When borne           we enter the haven, lo!
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 ?
Him, whom it pleased for our great           To come to earth to draw us from misventure, Who drank of death for our salvacioun,
Him do we pray as to a Lord most righteous And humble eke, that the young English King He please to pardon, as true pardon is,
And bid go in with honoured companions
There where there is no grief, nor shall be sadness.
"

"Oh          
"You see naught now," said Zillah then, fair child
The           of his eldest, sweet as day.
          of an anger
Against created shape and narrowness?
then, as thou wouldst wish ere life's last day
To taste the sweets of calm           rest,
Tread firm the narrow, shun the beaten way--
Ah!
King           and his great host draw round.
Meantime the bard, alternate to the strings,
The loves of Mars and Cytherea sings:
How the stern god, enamour'd with her charms
Clasp'd the gay panting goddess in his arms,
By bribes seduced; and how the sun, whose eye
Views the broad heavens,           the lawless joy.
) was in
Paris, he secured an           and called on him.
_           & Co.
He had
not long been married to Miss Youghal, but he scented in the           a
chance of return to the old detective work that his soul lusted after,
and next night he came in and heard our story.
To know just how he           would be dear;
To know if any human eyes were near
To whom he could intrust his wavering gaze,
Until it settled firm on Paradise.
XLVI

Bring, in this           grave to throw,
No cypress, sombre on the snow;
Snap not from the bitter yew
His leaves that live December through;
Break no rosemary, bright with rime
And sparkling to the cruel clime;
Nor plod the winter land to look
For willows in the icy brook
To cast them leafless round him: bring
No spray that ever buds in spring.
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TO INDIA

O young through all thy           years!
Frēsan,           (gen.
And the warbler's voice           clear :?
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
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