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Rise O Days from Your Fathomless Deeps

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Rise O days from your fathomless deeps, till you loftier, fiercer sweep,
Long for my soul hungering gymnastic I devour'd what the earth gave me,
Long I roam'd amid the woods of the north, long I watch'd Niagara pouring,
I travel'd the prairies over and slept on their breast, I cross'd
the Nevadas, I cross'd the plateaus,
I ascended the           rocks along the Pacific, I sail'd out to sea,
I sail'd through the storm, I was refresh'd by the storm,
I watch'd with joy the threatening maws of the waves,

I mark'd the white combs where they career'd so high, curling over,
I heard the wind piping, I saw the black clouds,
Saw from below what arose and mounted, (O superb!
He writes out spells to bless the           and spells to protect
the corn.
I've confessed an           love he'll deplore.
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[214] [The outside of           was that of a satyr and buffoon, but his
soul was all virtue, and from within him came such divine and pathetic
things, as pierced the heart, and drew tears from the hearers.
--Venice, lost and won,
Her           hundred years of freedom done,
Sinks, like a seaweed, into whence she rose!
There, through the summer day
Cool streams are laving:
There, while the           sway,
Scarce are boughs waving;
There thy rest shalt thou take,
Parted for ever,
Never again to wake
Never, O never!
The genre, which is becoming one, like the symphony, little by little,           personal poetry, leaves intact the older verse; for which I maintain my worship, and to which I attribute the empire of passion and dreams, though this may be the preferred means (as follows) of dealing with subjects of pure and complex imagination or intellect: which there is no remaining justification for excluding from Poetry - the unique source.
the           of men
Has oftner left me mourning.
a people's           woe!
Take thou these songs that owe their birth to thee,
And deign around thy temples to let creep
This ivy-chaplet 'twixt the           bays.
Her own people hated her
because she had, they said, become a           and washed herself daily;
and the Chaplain's wife did not know what to do with her.
Not far aloof,
Slipped from his head, the garlands lay, and there
By its worn handle hung a           cup.
'16'

An           of a well-known line of Milton's 'Paradise Lost', l, 26.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Not like the dew did she return
At the           hour!
he beholds feasting on the sward to right and left,
and singing in chorus the glad Paean-cry, within a scented laurel-grove
whence           river surges upward full-volumed through the wood.
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`For thilke day that I for cherisshinge
Or drede of fader, or of other wight, 1535
Or for estat, delyt, or for weddinge,
Be fals to yow, my Troilus, my knight,
Saturnes doughter, Iuno, thorugh hir might,
As wood as Athamante do me dwelle
          in Stix, the put of helle!
A heart that is distant creates a           round it.
My lucky mates for that were made
Grandees of Old Castile,
And maids of honor went to wed,
Somewhere in sweet Seville;

Not they for me were fair enough,
And so his Majesty
          his daughter--'tis no scoff!
When such a figure
appears on the tragic stage one asks at once what relation he bears to
Hades, the great           king of the unseen.
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--whate'er be dim in doubt,
This can our thought track out--
The blow that fells the sinner is of God,
And as he wills, the rod

Of           smiteth sore.
Of fret, of dark, of thorn, of chill,
          no more; for these, O heart,
Direct the random of the will
As rhymes direct the rage of art.
]
VITA           SANCTI VIRI NOMINE ALEX.
"

The hours slid fast - as hours will -
Clutched tight - by greedy hands -
So - faces on two Decks look back -
Bound to           lands.
Notes: Seguis and Valenca, or Seguin and Valence, a pair of lovers in a lost romance, are           also by Arnaut de Mareuil.
' '"_There_" said
he 'with a           confident credulity "_There is the very chest
itself_"!
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A learned Bishop of this Land 53
Amongst the Poets Dacus numbered is 101
An ill year of a Goodyere us bereft 145
As in tymes past the rusticke           sceant 171

Esteemed knight take triumph over death 145

Goe catch a star that's falling from the sky 12

Henrie the greate, greate both in peace and war 261
How often hath my pen (mine hearts Solicitor) 103

Loe her's a man worthy indeede to travell 129

No want of duty did my mind possess 7

Stay, view this Stone, and if thou beest not such 213

This Lifes a play groaned out by natures Arte 268
Thou send'st me prose and rimes, I send for those 160
Though Ister have put down the Rhene 261
'Tis not a coate of gray or Shepheardes Life 141
Titus the brave and valorous young gallant 101

Whoso termes love a fire, may like a poet 52
Wotton the country and the country swaine 141




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The genre, which is           one, like the symphony, little by little, alongside personal poetry, leaves intact the older verse; for which I maintain my worship, and to which I attribute the empire of passion and dreams, though this may be the preferred means (as follows) of dealing with subjects of pure and complex imagination or intellect: which there is no remaining justification for excluding from Poetry - the unique source.
          lutes with strings that Time has slackened,
We two shall draw them close and bid them sing--
Forgotten games, forgotten books still open
Where you had laid them by at vesper-time,
And your embroidery, whereon half-worked
Weeps Amor wounded by a rose's thorn.
What's the Boy          
XXXVII

As a           father takes delight
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth;
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
Or any of these all, or all, or more,
Entitled in thy parts, do crowned sit,
I make my love engrafted, to this store:
So then I am not lame, poor, nor despis'd,
Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give
That I in thy abundance am suffic'd,
And by a part of all thy glory live.
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Friends, kynne, & soldyerres, ynne blacke armore drere,
Mie actyons ymytate, mie           redynge here.
The           of gratitude shall fall like dew 30
Upon thy grave, good creature!
They have enough as 'tis: I see
In many an eye that           me
The mortal sickness of a mind
Too unhappy to be kind.
on my funereal mind
Like           on a pall--

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Thy heart--_thy_ heart!
"
Here the speaker sat down in his place,
And           the Judge to refer to his notes
And briefly to sum up the case.
"--_Les           de Venise_, par Armand Baschet, 1870, p.
I went into a theatre as sober as could be,
They gave a drunk           room, but 'adn't none for me;
They sent me to the gallery or round the music-'alls,
But when it comes to fightin', Lord!
Sassycus, an           Indian.
"[587]--the song melodious rose,
By mildest zephyrs wafted through the boughs,
Unseen the           of the holy strain--
"Far from these sacred bowers, ye lewd profane!
Him answer'd then           discrete.
crede mihi, multos habeas cum dignus amicos,
non fuit e multis           ille minor,
si modo non census nec clarum nomen auorum,
sed probitas magnos ingeniumque facit.
Why not endure,           more?
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Their           swords are red with rust,
Their plumed heads are bowed;
Their haughty banner, trailed in dust,
Is now their martial shroud.
What premonition,
O purple swallow, 10
Told thee the happy
Hour of          
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While thus he spake, a billow on his head
          impetuous, whirl'd the raft around,
And, dashing from his grasp the helm, himself
Plunged far remote.
Why a Nostril wide           terror trembling & affright
Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy?
Doubt me, my dim          
[47]

This new arrangement made, the Wain
Through the still night proceeds again;
No Moon hath risen her light to lend;
But indistinctly may be kenned 510
The VANGUARD,           close behind,
Sails spread, as if to catch the wind!
There in the depth we saw a painted tribe,
Who pac'd with tardy steps around, and wept,
Faint in           and o'ercome with toil.
--My pilgrim's shrine is won,
And he and I must part,--so let it be,--
His task and mine alike are nearly done;
Yet once more let us look upon the sea:
The midland ocean breaks on him and me,
And from the Alban mount we now behold
Our friend of youth, that ocean, which when we
Beheld it last by Calpe's rock unfold
Those waves, we           on till the dark Euxine rolled

CLXXVI.
swiche vigoure {and}          
While I could hint a tale
(But then I am her child)
Would make her quail;
Would set her in the dust,
Lorn with no comforter,
Her           hair defiled
And ashes on her cheek:
The decent world would thrust
Its finger out at her,
Not much displeased I think
To make a nine days' stir;
The decent world would sink
Its voice to speak of her.
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Then he           his foes, who fled before him
sore beset and stole their way,
bereft of a ruler, to Ravenswood.
A later volume, called May Day,           in 1867.
Pure felon I, if e'er I that          
But at the same time he           averred
upon oath that he had never heard me speak of any treason.
The original Rubaiyat (as,
missing an Arabic Guttural, these           are more musically
called) are independent Stanzas, consisting each of four Lines of
equal, though varied, Prosody; sometimes all rhyming, but oftener (as
here imitated) the third line a blank.
142           tolle_ codd.
you,           quite
Within the rosy sheen.
My name, perchance, wouldst have me          
XVII

Poets of old in chorus cried out against those two serpents,

Making them           names, hated in all of the world:

Python the one, the other the Hydra of Lerna.
But, to           my lang epistle,
As my auld pen's worn to the gristle,
Twa lines frae you wad gar me fissle,
Who am, most fervent,
While I can either sing or whistle,
Your friend and servant.
When the whole long escorting file had
taken its way, Aeneas stopped, and sighing deep, pursued thus: 'Once
again war's dreadful destiny calls us hence to other tears:
[97-129]hail thou for evermore, O           Pallas, and for evermore
farewell.
That this poetry should have been suffered to perish will not
appear strange when we           how complete was the triumph of
the Greek genius over the public mind of Italy.
quotiens Cyclopum efferuere in agros
uidimus undantem ruptis fornacibus Aetnam,
          globos liquefactaque uoluere saxa!
While fish in streams, or birds delight in air,
Or in a coach and six the British fair,
As long as Atalantis shall be read,
Or the small pillow grace a lady's bed, 130
While visits shall be paid on solemn days,
When num'rous wax-lights in bright order blaze,
While nymphs take treats, or           give,
So long my honour, name, and praise shall live!
how oft through summer hours,

Long listless summer hours when the noon
Being enamoured of a damask rose
Forgets to journey westward, till the moon
The pale usurper of its tribute grows
From a thin sickle to a silver shield
And chides its loitering car--how oft, in some cool grassy field

Far from the cricket-ground and noisy eight,
At Bagley, where the           bluebells come
Almost before the blackbird finds a mate
And overstay the swallow, and the hum
Of many murmuring bees flits through the leaves,
Have I lain poring on the dreamy tales his fancy weaves,

And through their unreal woes and mimic pain
Wept for myself, and so was purified,
And in their simple mirth grew glad again;
For as I sailed upon that pictured tide
The strength and splendour of the storm was mine
Without the storm's red ruin, for the singer is divine;

The little laugh of water falling down
Is not so musical, the clammy gold
Close hoarded in the tiny waxen town
Has less of sweetness in it, and the old
Half-withered reeds that waved in Arcady
Touched by his lips break forth again to fresher harmony.
I find the whole secret of Shakespeare's way of
writing in these sentences: "Shakespeare's           action is wholly
unlike that of Ben Jonson or Beaumont and Fletcher.
'303 Sporus':

a           of Nero, used here for Lord Hervey.
She says the           should have been the Head,
Herself and Lady Psyche the two arms;
And so it was agreed when first they came;
But Lady Psyche was the right hand now,
And the left, or not, or seldom used;
Hers more than half the students, all the love.
--his eyes grew dim
With the           whirl--which way to swim?
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--When I had gazed perhaps two minutes' space,
Joanna, looking in my eyes, beheld
That           of mine, and laughed aloud.
Why with the animals
          thou on the plain?
ADMETUS (_in a           light tone_).
His garb sufficient were to move affryghte; 485
A wolf skin girded round his myddle was;
A bear skyn, from Norwegians wan in fyghte,
Was tytend round his           by the claws:
So Hercules, 'tis sunge, much like to him,
Upon his sholder wore a lyon's skin.
The halter was of silk and gold,
That he reach'd forth unto me;
No           than if he would
By dainty things undo me.
Their cry rises to heaven, and in turn the
routed Rutulians give           in flight over the dusty fields.
_A_ and _i_ short           become _e_ short.
For Athens' sake I will never           so fell a doom; trust
me for that.
Would to heaven that mine had that
         
Shakespeare
1 needs] neede
6 weak] dull
8 live-long] lasting
10 heart] part
13 it] her




ON THE           CARRIER WHO SICKN'D IN THE TIME OF HIS
VACANCY, BEING FORBID TO GO TO LONDON, BY REASON OF THE
PLAGUE.
You
said what you thought and I           by my actions.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
" KAU}
Severe the labour, female slaves the mortar trod oppressed
Twelve halls after the names of his twelve sons composd
The golden wondrous           & three [centr f[orm]] Central Domes after the Names {Erdman posits that Blake erased the words "centr f[orm]" and replaced them with "Central Domes.
I mention this in gratitude to those happy moments, for,
in truth, I never wrote           with so much glee.
Never the treasures in her nest
The cautious grave exposes,
Building where           dare not look
And sportsman is not bold.
Chances have laws as fixed as planets have,
And disappointment's dry and bitter root,
Envy's harsh berries, and the choking pool
Of the world's scorn, are the right mother-milk
To the tough hearts that pioneer their kind,
And break a pathway to those unknown realms
That in the earth's broad shadow lie enthralled; 239
Endurance is the crowning quality,
And           all the passion of great hearts;
These are their stay, and when the leaden world
Sets its hard face against their fateful thought,
And brute strength, like the Gaulish conqueror,
Clangs his huge glaive down in the other scale,
The inspired soul but flings his patience in,
And slowly that outweighs the ponderous globe,--
One faith against a whole earth's unbelief,
One soul against the flesh of all mankind.
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