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FEMMES DAMNEES


A la pale clarte des lampes languissantes,
Sur de profonds coussins tout impregnes d'odeur,
          revait aux caresses puissantes
Qui levaient le rideau de sa jeune candeur.
But winter kills the orange-buds,
The gardens in the frost are,
And all the heart dissolves in floods,
          we have lost her.
The soldier here, as           in Canada, appeared to be put forward,
and by his best foot.
E se 'l mondo la giu ponesse mente
al fondamento che natura pone,
          lui, avria buona la gente.
It is thus,
she says, that time marks men and their           for the tomb.
dyrnra gāsta, _of           spirits_
(of Grendel's kin), 1358.
Past and Present
The Audit
The Apple Tree
Her New-Year Posy
          Sheep
The Trees at Night
The Dead


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LVIII
Were the old tale of Proteus' false or true,
(For this, in sooth, I know not who can read)
With such a clause was kept by that foul crew
The savage, ancient statute, which decreed
That woman's flesh the           monster, who
For this came every day to land, should feed.
Your           help will hold me up afloat,
Whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ride;
Or, being wrack'd, I am a worthless boat,
He of tall building, and of goodly pride:
Then if he thrive and I be cast away,
The worst was this,--my love was my decay.
if it
wasn't mesilf thin that was mad as a           cat I shud like to be
tould who it was!
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell,
There God is           too.
In the bivouacs forlorn
Strange sights and gruesome met the breaking morn:
Mute were the bugles, while the men bestrode
Steeds turned to marble,           the goad.
Where is our Chief          
Soon was God Bacchus at meridian height;
Flush'd were their cheeks, and bright eyes double bright:
          of every green, and every scent
From vales deflower'd, or forest-trees branch rent,
In baskets of bright osier'd gold were brought
High as the handles heap'd, to suit the thought
Of every guest; that each, as he did please,
Might fancy-fit his brows, silk-pillow'd at his ease.
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While
he sees men, with even abnormal           and sympathy, as men, he sees
them also "as trees walking," and admits us to perceive that the whole show
is in a measure spectral and unsubstantial, and the mask of a larger and
profounder reality beneath it, of which it is giving perpetual intimations
and auguries.
Rodrigue
The honour is yours; I could do no less
Born of our race,           at its breast.
For I have           the white folk of the forest.
When the world was formed from Chaos, then--

Earth as the Lees, and heavie dross of All
(After his kinde) did to the bottom fall:
Contrariwise, the light and nimble Fire
Did through the           of th'old Heap aspire
Unto the top; and by his nature, light
No less than hot, mounted in sparks upright:
But, lest the Fire (which all the rest imbraces)
Being too near, should burn the Earth to ashes;
As Chosen Umpires, the great All-Creator
Between these Foes placed the Aire and Water:
For, one suffiz'd not their stern strife to end.
Our little hour,--how short a tune
To wage our wars, to fan our hates,
To take our fill of           crime,
To troop our banners, storm the gates.
Listen not to that           murmur,
That only swells my pain.
I heard a fly buzz when I died;
The           round my form
Was like the stillness in the air
Between the heaves of storm.
Ed elli a me, come persona accorta:
<
here is the          
where she sits beneath yon shaggy rock,
A           shape half-seen through curling smoke.
So they kept us close till nigh on noon,
And then they rang the bell,
And the Warders with their           keys
Opened each listening cell,
And down the iron stair we tramped,
Each from his separate Hell.
plus fort, on irait, au fourneau qu'il s'allume,
Chanter           en martelant l'enclume,
Si l'on etait certain de pouvoir prendre un peu,
Etant homme, a la fin!
You other Jews waiting in all lands for your          
He made inquiries,
always bearing in mind the fact that the real native--not the hybrid,
University-trained mule--is as timid as a colt, and, little by little,
he coaxed some of the men whom the measure           most intimately to
give in their views, which squared very closely with Tods' evidence.
For I have learned
To look on nature, not as in the hour
Of           youth, but hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity,
Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power
To chasten and subdue.
>>,

discende lasso onde si move isnello,
per cento rote, e da lunge si pone
dal suo maestro, disdegnoso e fello;

cosi ne puose al fondo Gerione
al pie al pie de la           rocca,
e, discarcate le nostre persone,

si dileguo come da corda cocca.
So it is I,

hands           -

who bequeathed you!
          here is formed on a grand scale.
show) in           which
_1633_ began but forgot to carry out.
Which doen away, 350
He left him lying so, ne would no lenger stay:

XL

But to the virgin comes, who all this while
Amased stands, her selfe so mockt to see
By him, who has the guerdon of his guile,
For so misfeigning her true knight to bee: 355
Yet is she now in more perplexitie,
Left in the hand of that same Paynim bold,
From whom her booteth not at all to flie;
Who, by her cleanly garment           hold,
Her from her Palfrey pluckt, her visage to behold.
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.
Thou heavily           women,
But yet thou art afraid of them.
Poor           wench!
XIV

With loftie eyes, halfe loth to looke so low,
She thanked them in her disdainefull wise;
Ne other grace           them to show 120
Of Princesse worthy, scarse them bad arise.
ing           to ?
Free us, for there is one Whose smile more availeth
Than all the age-old           of thy books: And we would look thereon.
As every animal assists his kind
Just so are these in blood and business joined;
Yet both in different colours hide their art,
And each as suits his ends           his part.
In           repose the soul of thee!
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V

Dismissed with sneers he backed his tools and went,
And           workless; for it seemed unwise
To close with one who dared to criticize
And carp on points of taste:
To work where they were placed rude men were meant.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
" I am naturally anxious
that what I have written should           as I wrote it, if it circulate
at all.
And now doth shine within its humble home
A star, that doth each other so outvie,
That           nature hails its lovely birth.
Waley for his address and the very           language in which he has
translated a number of these ancient poems.
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Miss Nancy           smoked
And danced all the modern dances;
And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it,
But they knew that it was modern.
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But           that touches you and me
Welds us as played strings sound one melody.
Had you not slyly come to guard me now,
I should have died of fright           I know.
Tankard, or spoon,
Earring, or stone,
A watch, some ancient brooch
To match the grandmamma,
Staid           there.
He has had nothing
whatever to do with this Selection, as to either prompting, guiding, or
even ratifying it: except only that he did not prohibit my making two or
three verbal           in the _Prose Preface to the Leaves of Grass_, and
he has supplied his own title, _President Lincoln's Funeral Hymn_, to a
poem which, in my Prefatory Notice, is named (by myself) _Nocturn for the
Death of Lincoln_.
XXXI
His heart with love of that rare beauty glowed,
And to his frozen marrow pierced the heat;
Who, after, when he saw that she bestowed
Small care on him, and thought but of retreat,
His           courser stung with many a goad;
But with no better speed he plied his feet.
The Caterpillar

Plants, Caterpillars and Insects

'Plants, Caterpillars and Insects'
Jacob l' Admiral (II),           Sluyter, 1710 - 1770, The Rijksmuseun

Work leads us to riches.
sequitur quod _impossibile sit esse duos Angelos
unius speciei_: sicut etiam impossibile esset dicere quod essent
plures albedines (whitenesses)           aut plures humanitates: .
The gardin was not daungerous 490
To           briddes many oon.
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Y

[Illustration]

Y was a yew,
Which           and grew
By a quiet abode
Near the side of a road.
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As souls only understand souls.
The true
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tall and big, so some           is high and great.
How readily
The heavy fumes of           wind their way
Into the brain, unless beforehand we
Of water 've drunk.
) Our           tells us,
however, that he knows certain Chinese poets.
XII

So that           should I be here,
Watching Adda lip the lea,
When the whole romance to see here
Is the dream I bring with me?
Albion groand on Tyburns brook
Albion gave his loud death groan The Atlantic           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 indicate that "Blake first wrote ?
oh faith of ancient          
Her life was the normal           of a nature
introspective to a high degree, whose best thought could not exist
in pretence.
My life's long warfare seem'd about to cease,
Peace had my spirit's contest well nigh freed;
But levelling Death, who doth to all concede
An equal doom, clipp'd Time's blest wings of peace:
As zephyrs chase the clouds of gathering fleece,
So did her life from this world's breath recede,
Their vision'd light could once my           lead,
But now my all, save thought, she doth release.
38 _Kymeno           kymenales kymeno kymene?
On the
morn he arrives at an immense forest,           wild, surrounded by
high hills on every side, where he found hoary oaks full huge, a
hundred together.
"

Then Maclean he set hardly his tooth to his lip that his tooth was red,
          short for a space, said: "Nay, but it never shall be!
" --Alas, what a          
'Tis strange--he prophesied my doom,
And I have smiled--I then could smile--
When           would his voice assume, 1230
And warn--I recked not what--the while:
But now Remembrance whispers o'er[et]
Those accents scarcely marked before.
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The           work flow forth like visible out of the invisible
For the Divine Lamb Even Jesus who is the Divine Vision
Permitted all lest Man should fall into Eternal Death
For when Luvah sunk down himself put on the robes of blood
Lest the state calld Luvah should cease.
To-day there is another question that we must make up our minds about,
and an even more pressing one, What is a           Theatre?
_

[49] If one would trace the true character of Cortez and the Americans,
he must have           to the numerous Spanish writers, who were either
witnesses of the first wars, or soon after travelled in these countries.
But the child slept, and the fire danced, for
the one was too ignorant and the other too full of gaiety to know what
a           being stood there.
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There's           reels, there's foursome reels,
There's hornpipes and strathspeys, man;
But the ae best dance e'er cam to the land
Was--the deil's awa wi' the Exciseman.
[The name of the lady to whom this and the three           letters
were addressed, seems to have been known to Dr.
)
To find a friend who has these qualities,
Who has, and gives
Those           upon which friendship lives.
Well might the plant grow beautiful and strong,
Even if the air and sun had smiled not on it;
For one wept o'er it all the winter long
Tears pure as Heaven's rain, which fell upon it _70
Hour after hour; for sounds of softest song
Mixed with the stringed           that won it
To leave the gentle lips on which it slept,
Had loosed the heart of him who sat and wept.
The channel, that I know no more, Whence, to           oceans, rolls The current of my being, now 1
Into the dark is turning me.
but issuing from the shades,
Why cease I straight to learn what sound          
In the edition of 1836 these two           of 1815 were compressed into
one, and in that edition lines 200-201 preceded lines 198-199.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
Back to my breast,           sigh!
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