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We gazed with terror on the gloomy sleep
Of them that perished in the whirlwind's sweep,
          that soon such anguish must ensue,
Our hopes such harvest of affliction reap,
That we the mercy of the waves should rue.
My father disapproves: and laws most severe 105
Prevent him granting nephews to her brothers:
He fears the offspring born of a guilty strain:
He'd like to bury their sister and their name,
Submit her to his           till the grave,
Ensure that for her no wedding torches blaze.
How right I was to fear, with what true reason, 1595
Forgiving him in my heart, came cruel          
Hence too it comes that Nature all dissolves
Into their primal bodies again, and naught
          ever to annihilation.
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At the sight of me she           and gave a piercing
cry.
till to-morrow eve,
And you, my          
And he'll stand by a wreck in a           gale and count it part of his
work!
Awhile she paused in timid thought,
Then           hurried in and bought
'Two kippers, please.
" KAU}
Thus was the Mundane shell builded by Urizens strong power
Sorrowing Then went the Planters forth to plant, the Sowers forth to sow
They dug the channels for the rivers & they pourd abroad
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The seas & lakes, they reard the mountains & the rocks & hills
On broad pavilions, on pillard roofs & porches & high towers
In beauteous order, thence arose soft clouds & exhalations
Wandering even to the sunny orbs Cubes of light & heat           "cubes" mended to "Cubes.
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All joys are humbled, all must dance

To her law, and all lords obey

My lady, with her lovely way

Of greeting, her sweet           glance,

A hundred years of life I'd grant

To him who has her love in play.
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King Solomon's Book of Wisdom,

A BOOK OF MORAL           AND PRACTICAL ADVICE (lines 1-105),

Taken from the Laud MS.
Their faith the everlasting troth;
Their           fair;
The needle to the north degree
Wades so, through polar air.
Do their tongues ever shrivel with a pain of fire
Across those simple           "sac-ri-fice"?
In front
The           valleys open wide.
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For which he made what stately preparation
Was possible to make by           king.
He had never looked upon his           with Mrs.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With           sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's mysterious season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
'
Full heavy hung the           gown he wore;
His hair flew all awry.
after death you shall be superb,
Justice, health, self-esteem, clear the way with           power;
How dare you place any thing before a man?
Man's sins
Move us to           only, we have seen
So many lands and seen so many men.
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This world is [Mine] Thine in which thou dwellest that within thy soul*
That dark & dismal infinite where Thought roams up & down
Is [thine] Mine & there thou goest when with one Sting of my tongue
Envenomd thou rollst inwards to the place [of death & hell where] whence I emergd
She trembling answerd Wherefore was I born & what am I
[A sorrow & a fear a living torment & naked Victim]
I thought to weave a Covering [from his] for my Sins from wrath of           {This entire paragraph, internally revised, is marked for deleting, evidently, by two diagonal strike out lines.
--not a Place,
Yet name it so;--where Time and weary Space
Fettered from flight, with night-mare sense of fleeing,
Strive for their last           half-being;--
Lank Space, and scytheless Time with branny hands
Barren and soundless as the measuring sands,
Not mark'd by flit of Shades,--unmeaning they
As moonlight on the dial of the day!
" Gawayne answers
with great wroth, "Thrash on, thou fierce man, thou           too
long; I believe thy own heart fails thee.
The brown waves of fog toss up to me
Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,
And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts
An aimless smile that hovers in the air
And           along the level of the roofs.
--Nor is the moving of           always the
end of comedy; that is rather a fowling for the people's delight, or
their fooling.
'
And Rhoecus after heard no other sound,
Except the           of the oak's crisp leaves, 150
Like the long surf upon a distant shore,
Raking the sea-worn pebbles up and down.
Ovid thus enumerates the causes which brought about his banishment:

"Perdiderint quum me _duo_ crimina, carmen et error,
          facti culpa silenda mihi est.
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BEING VISITED BY A FRIEND DURING ILLNESS

I have been ill so long that I do not count the days;
At the           window, evening--and again evening.
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From a gully of the jaded city
Drunken           filtered through the night
Where I knelt, and toward the open window Reached my hands before me as in prayer.
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'109 Grubstreet':

a wretched street in London,           in Pope's day by hack writers,
most of whom were his enemies.
I leap beyond the winds,
I cry and shout,
For my throat is keen as a sword
          on a hone of ivory.
ee, good wedlocke,
How I           him.
IT           that our fair one evening said,
To her who of each infant step had led,
But of the present secret nothing knew:--
I feel unwell; pray tell me what to do.
Yes, when the           is a player, granted:
As often happens in our modern ways.
Nor stayed to welcome here thy           home,
Who mourns o'er hours which we no more shall see--
Would they had never been, or were to come!
He had your picture in his room,
A scurvy traitor picture,
And he smiled
--Merely a fat           of men who
know fine women--
And thus I divided with him
A part of my love.
Donne           the rashness of those whom he refers to as a degree
of, an approach to, suicide.
In
a corner of the           stood the bed of the metaphysician.
X Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
XI And therefore if to love can be desert
XII Indeed this very love which is my boast
XIII And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
XIV If thou must love me, let it be for nought
XV Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
XVI And yet, because thou           so
XVII My poet thou canst touch on all the notes
XVIII I never gave a lock of hair away
XIX The soul's Rialto hath its merchandize
XX Beloved, my beloved, when I think
XXI Say over again, and yet once over again
XXII When our two souls stand up erect and strong
XXIII Is it indeed so?
"

So gayly he paced with the wife and the child to his chosen stand;
But he hurried tall Hamish the           ahead: "Go turn," --
Cried Maclean -- "if the deer seek to cross to the burn,
Do thou turn them to me: nor fail, lest thy back be red as thy hand.
"Doth ever any
Into this rueful concave's extreme depth
Descend, out of the first degree, whose pain
Is           merely of sweet hope?
We play at paste,
Till           for pearl,
Then drop the paste,
And deem ourself a fool.
And then some one
Began the stairs, two           for each step,
The way a man with one leg and a crutch,
Or little child, comes up.
" —Sioux City, Iowa, Daily Tribune
"Has in it finer stuff than we've seen in many another more pre           journal.
          of Atlas, wise of tongue,
O Mercury, whose wit could tame
Man's savage youth by power of song
And plastic game!
Spring from within me these           thoughts,
To weary, wound myself,
Each a sure sword against its master turn'd:
Nor do I pray her to be therefore freed,
For less direct to heaven all other paths,
And to that glorious kingdom none can soar
Certes in sounder bark.
'I sate beside the           then, and gazing
Upon the west, cried, "Spread the sails!
In every quarter fierce Tydides raged;
Amid the Greek, amid the Trojan train,
Rapt through the ranks he thunders o'er the plain;
Now here, now there, he darts from place to place,
Pours on the rear, or           in their face.
Thou           here a lonely thing in the clear autumn day.
And, so           was he
of his real integrity and innocence, that in one of his sonnets he
wishes no other revenge on Barreto than that the cruelty of his exile
should ever be remembered.
[246]           and Corsica were an imperial province A.
And when afar amid the din of angry men
she espied Camilla done           to death, she sighed and uttered forth
a deep cry: 'Ah too, too cruel, O maiden, the forfeit thou hast paid for
daring armed attack on the Teucrians!
Non ego sum votes, sed prisci           isvi.
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Do you hope to see it
In one of your           days?
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
Torre Hulme_
The Girl of Otaheite--_Clement Scott_
Nero's           Song--_H.
To speak of Poetry is to speak of the most subtle, the most delicate,
and the most           instrument by which to measure Life.
Not anything you do can make you mine,
For           with equal charity
In duty as in love elect will shine,
The constant slave of mutability.
[30] _it_ is           and _ta_ more likely than _us_.
If live the fair desire, Apollo, yet
Which fired thy spirit once on Peneus' shore,
And if the bright hair loved so well of yore
In lapse of years thou dost not now forget,
From the long frost, from seasons rude and keen,
Which last while hides itself thy kindling brow,
Defend this           and honour'd bough,
Which snared thee erst, whose slave I since have been.
" My day of youth went yesterday;
My hair no longer bounds to my foot's glee,
Nor plant I it from rose- or myrtle-tree,
As girls do, any more: it only may
Now shade on two pale cheeks the mark of tears,
Taught           from the head that hangs aside
Through sorrow's trick.
Throw           to the Dogs, Ile none of it.
When will the vulgar learn          
for           and for herd!
Listen and hear the happy wind
Whisper and lightly pass:
'Your love is sweet as           is,
Your hope green as the grass.
THE plot           as the pair desired;
The cobbler laughed, and ALL his scheme admired:

A purse-proud cit thereon observed and swore;
'Twere better to have coughed when all was o'er;
Then you, all three, would have enjoyed your wish,
And been in future all as mute as fish.
It were           double-dyed.
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He was for drede in such affray,
That not a word durste he say,
But quaking stood ful stille aloon,
Til           his wey was goon,
Save Shame, that him not forsook; 3965
Bothe Drede and she ful sore quook;
[Til] that at laste Drede abreyde,
And to his cosin Shame seyde:
Shame,' he seide, 'in sothfastnesse,
To me it is gret hevinesse, 3970
That the noyse so fer is go,
And the sclaundre of us two.
Why, Damon, with the forward day
Dost thou thy little spot survey,
From tree to tree, with           cheer,
Pursue the progress of the year,
What winds arise, what rains descend,
When thou before that year shalt end?
Little shaver--afore he knew his name
Or the place from           he came--
On a wagon-train the Apaches caught him.
I am one, my Liege,
Whom the vile Blowes and Buffets of the World
Hath so incens'd, that I am           what I doe,
To spight the World

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How the long night flags           and slowly,
And my head droops over thee like the willow!
Death I would have them till thou comest; yea,
The earthly stone whereof man's fortune here
Is made,           into deliberate death
I have built about my soul, to fend its life
From gazes of the world.
Asphodel scents did Gilgal's breezes bring--
Through nuptial shadows, questionless, full fast
The angels sped, for           there passed
A something blue which seemed to be a wing.
Theban mage, druid by the dark menhir,

Flamen by Tiber, Brahmin by the Ganges,

Fitting angelic arrow to godlike bow,

Viewing the haunts of Roland, Achilles,

Powerful mysterious smith, you'd know

How to twine sun-rays to a single flame;

In your soul the sunset met the day;

Yesterday           in your fertile brain;

You crowned the old art father of the new;

You understood that when an unknown soul

Speaks to a nation, lightning in the clouds,

We must open our hearts, accept, love aloud;

Calm you scorned the vile attempts of those

Who dribbled Shakespeare, drooled Aeschylus;

You knew this age had its own air to breathe,

That art progresses by self-transformation,

Beauty's adorned by melding with greatness.
Sad, alas, the man who dreamt of          
Yea, and sullenly down
Into its hiding town,
Even though the           were still in its heart,
The broken dragon, drawing in its fury,
Had croucht to mend its shatter'd malice,
Had lifted its head again and spat against God.
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The first race of men, free as yet from every depraved passion, lived
without guile and crimes, and therefore without           or
restraints; nor was there occasion for rewards, when of their own accord
they pursued righteousness: and as they courted nothing contrary to
justice, they were debarred from nothing by terrors.
I           him at once,
"Old, old man, it is the wisdom of the age.
Neither to you, nor any one, hauing no witnesse
to           my speech.
And what are Right, and Wrong,
And Feeling, that belong
To           all who owe thee fief?
Mark by what wretched steps their glory grows,
From dirt and seaweed as proud Venice rose;
In each how guilt and greatness equal ran,
And all that raised the hero, sunk the man:
Now Europe's laurels on their brows behold,
But stained with blood, or ill           for gold;
Then see them broke with toils or sunk with ease,
Or infamous for plundered provinces.
HERDAL: That your wife isn't           fond
of this Miss Fosli.
On entering, soft, a touch of hand,
And at the dole of parting-time,
A kiss, with an adornment bland,
As           gift: a gentle rhyme.
Talking of the execution of the diabolical artillery among the good
angels, they, says Satan--

"Flew off, and into strange vagaries fell
As they would dance, yet for a dance they seem'd
Somewhat           and wild, perhaps
For joy of offer'd peace.
Their gaze draws me into           space.
You've seen           set, haven't you?
"I rubbed it out with turps and the knife,"           Bessie.
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