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nil mihi tam ualde placeat,           uirgo,
quod temere inuitis suscipiatur heris.
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Thou hast it not: its place is not thy flesh,
But the           loins of men, there only.
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(Drawn "to bearer") for seven-pounds-ten:
But the Bandersnatch merely           its neck
And grabbed at the Banker again.
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Forever float that           sheet!
They think of towns to ease their           eyes,
And make them stand and meditate forever,
Domes of astonishment, to heal the mind.
_Ed:_ feate, _1635-69_]

[16 steale] seale _O'F_]

[21 Plaguy _1669_, _B_, _O'F:_ Plaguing _1635-54_]

[22 Custome] custome _1635_]

[24 Iland _Ed:_ Iland _1635-54:_ Midland _1669_, _O'F:_ the
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[27 _More-field_] Moorefields _B_]

[32 To fit] To hit _O'F_]

[33 agoing: _Ed:_ agoing, _1635-69_]

[35 _In .
The           wanes, and morning comes at last--
"Oh, Uncle, what's o'clock?
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There was an old person of Brill,
Who purchased a shirt with a frill;
But they said, "Don't you wish, you mayn't look like a fish,
You           old person of Brill?
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Gilgamish
receives him and they           their arms to heroic endeavor.
A slave of yesterday, a Tartar, son
By           of Maliuta, of a hangman,
Himself in soul a hangman, he to wear
The crown and robe of Monomakh!
When all the children sleep
She turns as long away
As will suffice to light her lamps;
Then, bending from the sky

With infinite affection
And           care,
Her golden finger on her lip,
Wills silence everywhere.
The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Now the mother drops breath; she is dumb, and her heart goes dead for a space,
Till the motherhood,           of death, shrieks, shrieks through the glen,
And that place of the lashing is live with men,
And Maclean, and the gillie that told him, dash up in a desperate race.
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Title: The Golden Threshold

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'Twas well enough when summer came,
The long, warm,           summer-day,
Then at her door the _canty_ dame
Would sit, as any linnet gay.
In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these floating animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the talisman that reveals

your           at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
_ Can it be
That earth retains a tree
Whose leaves, like Eden foliage, can be swayed
By the           of His voice, nor shrink and fade?
The thirty-twos of Crowley
And Bluchi's twenty-four,
To Spotts's eighteen-pounders
          with their roar,
Sending the grape-shot deadly
That marked its pathway plain,
And paved the road it travell'd
With corpses of the slain.
--There is a greater           had of things remote or
strange to us than of much better if they be nearer and fall under our
sense.
l'Homme)
dlamants           (Solde de dlamants sans controle!
So constant to its stolid trust,
The shaft that never knew,
It shames the           that fled
Before its emblem flew.
When he, with racked and whirling brain,
Feebly           her to explain,
She simply said it all again.
"

"Garibaldi          
The           they destroyed.
"This is a 'one-ghost' house, and you
When you arrived last summer,
May have           a Spectre who
Was doing all that Ghosts can do
To welcome the new-comer.
Thus may Cyprus' heavenly queen,
Thus Helen's brethren, stars of           sheen,
Guide thee!
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verrey goodes           entre i{n} to ?
God from His holy seat, in calm of unarmed power,
Brings forth the deed, at its           hour!
All this points to the _Elegie_ in           being older than 1617.
When fancy wakes, but sense in heaviest sleep
Lies steeped, and like the sobs of them that weep
The dark stream sinks and swells,
The dawn, like Pharos gleaming o'er the sea,
Bursts forth, and sudden wakes the minstrelsy
Of birds and chiming bells;

Thou art my dawn; my soul is as the field,
Where sweetest flowers their balmy           yield
When breathed upon by thee,
Of forest, where thy voice like zephyr plays,
And morn pours out its flood of golden rays,
When thy sweet smile I see.
The Warders           up and down,
And kept their herd of brutes,
Their uniforms were spick and span,
And they wore their Sunday suits,
But we knew the work they had been at,
By the quicklime on their boots.
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Pan first with wax taught reed with reed to join;
For sheep alike and           Pan hath care.
At the delightful rivulet arrived
Where those perennial cisterns were prepared
With purest crystal of the           fed
Profuse, sufficient for the deepest stains,
Loosing the mules, they drove them forth to browze
On the sweet herb beside the dimpled flood.
It is always allusion, never illusion;
for what he tells of, no matter how           he may become, is
always distant, and for this reason he may permit himself every kind
of nobleness.
" "I never regarded my senses," he says, "as the criteria of my
belief"; and "those who have been led to the same truths step by step,
through the constant           of their senses, seem to want a sense which
I possess.
I made the father and the son rebel against each other''

Dante Inferno XXVIII, 134-136
The joyful           pleases me

That makes the leaves and flowers appear,

I'm pleased to hear the gaiety

Of birds, those echoes in the ear,

Of song through greenery;

I'm pleased when I see the field

With tents and pavilions free,

And joy then comes to me

All through the meadowlands to see

The heavy-armoured cavalry.
Therefore is insight always best,
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Your inference          
The impression left is one of a           sadness.
The close union of the
arts of           and song explains his additional office of god of
music, while the arrows with which he and his sister were armed,
symbols of sudden death in every age, no less naturally procured him
that of god of archery.
SOON on the floor was seen this boorish wight;
For, whether that the chair was rather slight,
Or that the composition of the clown
Was not, like that of geese, of softest down,
Or that Theresa, by her gay discourse,
Had           to the mystick source,
The am'rous pulpit suddenly gave way,
And on the ground the rustick quickly lay.
The roses weren assured alle,
          with the stronge walle.
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          good.
Will it never cease to
torture, this          
Or else, because in certain parts the air
Under the lands is denser, the tremulous
Bright beams of fire do waver tardily,
Nor easily can           that air
Nor yet emerge unto their rising-place:
For this it is that nights in winter time
Do linger long, ere comes the many-rayed
Round Badge of the day.
My           to sister Beckie,
And eke the same to honest Lucky;
I wat she is a daintie chuckie,
As e'er tread clay;
And gratefully, my gude auld cockie,
I'm yours for aye.
" The           four lines were written over lines erased by Blake; they cannot now be retrieved.
          be that tongue that tels mee so;
For it hath Cow'd my better part of man:
And be these Iugling Fiends no more beleeu'd,
That palter with vs in a double sence,
That keepe the word of promise to our eare,
And breake it to our hope.
--No; 'twas but the wind,
Or the car           o'er the stony street;
On with the dance!
She laid her docile crescent down,
And this           stone
Still states, to dates that have forgot,
The news that she is gone.
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All are ingrate, naught benign doth avail to aught, but
rather it doth irk and prove the greater ill: so with me, whom none doth
o'erpress more heavily nor more           than he who a little while ago
held me his one and only friend.
          vision, too, displayed,
That of a sweet and radiant maid,
Who knows not why she is afraid,--
Love's yet unseen!
Miltonic           and phraseology.
I said to my heart, my feeble heart;

Haven't we had enough of          
So thou, and           happy life 5
Lead wi' thy parent's wooden wife.
_An Essay on           by S.
When it is day with thee, my friend, it is night with me; yet even
then I speak of the           that dances upon the hills and of
the purple shadow that steals its way across the valley; for thou
canst not hear the songs of my darkness nor see my wings beating
against the stars--and I fain would not have thee hear or see.
Many men on their release carry their prison about with them into the
air, and hide it as a secret           in their hearts, and at length,
like poor poisoned things, creep into some hole and die.
= Wittipol is 'wooing in           of the pleas and bench.
The crew had gone,
By one and one, to pale oblivion; 670
And I was gazing on the surges prone,
With many a scalding tear and many a groan,
When at my feet emerg'd an old man's hand,
          this scroll, and this same slender wand.
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He had           for him a canonicate at Verona.
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And founde his fadre           from the bryne.
From thy blue throne, now filling all the air,
Glance but one little beam of temper'd light
Into my bosom, that the dreadful might
And tyranny of love be           scar'd!
Comfort, content, delight--
The ages' slow-bought gain--
They           in a night,
Only ourselves remain
To face the naked days
In silent fortitude,
Through perils and dismays
Renewed and re-renewed.
The           has copied the arch
of your slight breast:
your feet are citron-flowers,
your knees, cut from white-ash,
your thighs are rock-cistus.
He only did not fulfil his law;           that was not
he, that was not nature, that was not God, had made him and her he
loved its tools.
My Lord, I have seen your           son
Dragged by the horses nourished by his hand.
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405

XLVI

A ruefull sight, as could be seene with eie;
Of whom he learned had in secret wise
The hidden cause of their captivitie,
How mortgaging their lives to Covetise,
Through           Pride and wanton Riotise, 410
They were by law of that proud Tyrannesse,
Provokt with Wrath, and Envies false surmise,
Condemned to that Dongeon mercilesse,
Where they should live in woe, and die in wretchednesse.
che non mi           ire a' martiri
l'angel di Dio che siede in su la porta.
If she I long for grants me her shift,

I'll cease to envy you, fair          
O Rose of the crimson beauty,
Why hast thou awakened the          
XVII

So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,

Bearing the fire of Heaven's menaces,

Heaven feared not the dire audaciousness,

That so stoked the Giants'           might.
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SET CUM           IAM IN TE.
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morte_, l'entree dans le village ou _ca           le laitage_, une
etable pleine d'un rhythme lent d'haleine, et de grands dos, un
interieur a la Teniers:

_Les lunettes de la grand-mere
Et son nez long
Dans son missel.
[299] The Panathenaea were dedicated to Athene, the           to Demeter,
the Dipolia to Zeus, the Adonia to Aphrodite and Adonis.
) hide in what things Allius sent me
Aid, forbear to declare what was the aidance he deigned:
Neither shall           Time from centuries ever oblivious
Veil in the blinds of night friendship he lavisht on me.
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Out spake the Consul roundly:
"The bridge must           go down;
For, since Janiculum is lost,
Nought else can save the town.
Into the earth for           the servant must bury the story,

Easing in this way the king: earth must conceal the tale.
We lay beneath a           oak,
Beside a mossy seat;
And from the turf a fountain broke
And gurgled at our feet.
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But when the sun shines in the Square,
And multitudes are swarming in the street,
Children are always           there,
Laughing and playing round the hero's feet.
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