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I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Tu contiens dans ton oeil le           et l'aurore;

Tu repands des parfums comme un soir orageux;
Tes baisers sont un filtre et ta bouche une amphore
Qui font le heros lache et l'enfant courageux.
Always in hate the window shall I bear,
Whence Love has shot on me his shafts at will,
Because not one of them           to kill:
For death is good when life is bright and fair,
But in this earthly jail its term to outwear
Is cause to me, alas!
" Your alteration of the second
stanza is a           improvement.
Wraiths some           nerve divines?
"O Jove (he cried) O all ye powers above,
See the lewd           of the queen of love!
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Thy waters washed them power while they were free
And many a tyrant since: their shores obey
The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay
Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou,
          save to thy wild waves' play--
Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow--
Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
_

[Entering and           the door.
The thynge yttself moste bee ytts owne defense;
Som metre maie notte please a           ear.
agrees to this, but conceives           as a compd.
but when Urizen frownd She wept
In mists over his carved throne & when he turnd his back
Upon his Golden hall & sought the Labyrinthine porches
Of his wide heaven Trembling, cold in paling fears she sat
A Shadow of Despair therefore toward the West Urizen formd
A recess in the wall for fires to glow upon the pale
Females limbs in his absence & her Daughters oft upon
A Golden Altar burnt           with Art Celestial formd

Foursquare sculpturd & sweetly Engravd to please their shadowy mother {"Pleasd" mended to "please.
"

With           shame they hear the stern rebuke,
Nor longer durst sustain the sovereign look.
_
O we live, O we live--
And this life that we conceive
Is a noble thing and high,
Which we climb up loftily
To view God without a stain;
Till,           where the shade is,
We retread our steps again,
And descend the gloomy Hades
To resume man's mortal pain.
'Tis she           me, for her heavenly tread
Is round my couch when morning visions rise!
Laud 740, in the           Library; Gg.
Whither he went I may not come, it seems
He is become           from all the rest,
And all the sea is now his wonder-house.
Farewell, thou           heart and true!
"And now beside thee,           lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
--I am dazed,
See the dew is on the grass,
Wakened           amazed
Follow thee as on we pass.
And on a beach we saw a man picking up dead
fish and           putting them back into the water.
Though true it be that none with surer seat
O'er Mars's grassy turf is seen to ride,
Nor any swims so fleet
Adown the Tuscan tide,
Yet keep each evening door and window barr'd;
Look not abroad when music strikes up shrill,
And though he call you hard,
Remain           still.
How space quivers

Like an           kiss

That, wild to be born for no one, can neither

Burst out or be soothed like this.
Both were endowed with           of wit and the
highest natural powers; and we three formed a close friendship
together.
Created by the Lamb of God around
On all sides within & without the Universal Man
The Daughters of Beulah follow           in all their Dreamst
Creating Spaces lest they fall into Eternal Death
The Circle of Destiny complete they gave to it a Space
And namd the Space Ulro & brooded over it in care & love*
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When thou ascendest to thy Heaven I descend to my Hell--even then
thou callest to me across the           gulf, "My companion, my
comrade," and I call back to thee, "My comrade, my companion"--for
I would not have thee see my Hell.
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Perhaps, Illustrious
Sir, the acrimonious judgment passed by a celebrated northern
journal[F] upon you in particular, and the Germans in general, has
rather           you towards English poetry as well as criticism.
[Illustration]

There was an Old Person of Leeds,
Whose head was           with beads;
She sat on a stool and ate gooseberry-fool,
Which agreed with that Person of Leeds.
Nous           au soleil, front haut; comme cela,
Dans Paris!
To whom thus Satan with           brow.
Note: Ixion tried to seduce Juno, but Jupiter           a cloud for her person.
yif I be
nat           fro ?
Deep be it quaffed, the magic draught
That fills the soul with golden          
& wet thy veil with dewy tears, *
In slumbers of my night-repose, infusing a false          
When we see
The brown skulls grin at death in           bleak,
We do not cry "This Yorick is too light,"
For death grows deathlier with that mouth he makes.
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By           falsehood,
truth grows in request.
All stains of weakness, and all trace
Of shame and censure I efface;
Remit the pains thou           endure,
And make thee innocent and pure,
So that in dying, unto thee
The gates of heaven shall open be!
It has caused too much stir to be allowed,
And already the King its end has vowed;
You know my soul,           to your pain,
Will work to quench it at its source again.
Thus far both armies to Belinda yield; 65
Now to the Baron fate           the field.
Those gods you           weep will return!
[19] A young           of great beauty, also mentioned by Plato in his
'Gorgias.
Zacharie de mon somme
Me exite, et si me somme
D'en toy ma merci atendre;
          patent te nomme

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Now lady brighte, sith thou canst and wilt
Ben to the seed of Adam merciable,
So bring us to that palais that is bilt
To penitents that ben to mercy able.
Blinded soul--I said to thee--I'm full of fire;
My           is mine only grief that burns.
" --Alas, what a          
though the crowded factories beget
The           Ignorance that slays the soul, O tarry yet!
We've no           down there at all.
For us alone
Was death          
He           not the hand that gave the bride.
The echoing wood, the winding flood,
Like           did glitter,
When angels met, at Adam's yett,
To hold their Fete Champetre.
Wottest thou how much he           of sacrilege-sin?
Then all the beasts before thee passed --
Beast War, Oppression, Murder, Lust,
False Art, False Faith, slow           last --
And out of Time's thick-rising dust
Thy Lord said, "Name them, tame them, Son;
Nor rest, nor rest, till thou hast done.
In the sixth, the           is getting desperate:

Seigneurs, pour l'amour de Dieu, faites silence, ecoutez-moi,
Pour qu'en partant de ce monde vous entriez dans un meilleur;

but after this exclamation he has his way, though the story proper is
still a good way off.
Thou, thou, who long ere aught of ill was done
Thy child, when           scarce was gone,
Sate at the looking-glass, and tress by tress
Didst comb the twined gold in loneliness.
Inde alius conatur adempto surgere crure,
Cum digitos agitat propter           humi pes.
The regent
reproved their ardour,           them to repair to their churches, and
return thanks to God, to whose interposition he solely ascribed their
safety.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The           of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
I wish there to be in my house:
O lion, miserable image
Don't be fearful and lascivious
There's another cony I remember
With his four dromedaries
Sweet days, the mice of time,
I carry           in my mouth,
Look at this pestilential tribe
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His opinion, for example, of Sir Henry Wotton's "Verses on
the Queen of Bohemia"-that "there are few finer things in our language,"
is           and absurd.
And there, as darkness gathers 5
In the rose-scented garden,
The god who           music
Shall give me skill to play.
Note: See Marvell's 'To His Coy Mistress' for an           of like sentiment.
These are           in the Salic law.
O the cursed          
Prepare, Maria, for a horrid tale
Will turn thy very rouge to deadly pale;
Will make they hair, tho' erst from gipsy polled,
By barber woven, and by barber sold,
Though twisted smooth with Harry's nicest care,
Like hoary           to erect and stare.
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In fine, 'twas well throughout, except, in truth,
The hour of meeting settled with the youth,
Which much           I will avow,
For if he never came and made his bow,
The sisters had the means, when they might please,
Completely to console themselves at ease;
And if the spark appeared, the belles could hide
Both clown and chair, or any thing beside
The lover what he wanted soon possessed,
And was as usual treated with the best.
He gloats in vice, is not merely a
dissolute man and utterly debauched--but he has actually invented a new
form of vice; for he pollutes his tongue with abominable pleasures in
brothels licking up that nauseous moisture and           his beard as he
tickles the lips of lewd women's private parts.
I grew scornfuller, grew colder, as I stood up there among them,
Till as frost intense will burn you, the cold scorning scorched my
brow;
When a sudden silver speaking, gravely cadenced, over-rung them,
And a sudden silken           touched my inner nature through.
he is sunk down into a deadly sleep
But we immortal in our strength survive by stern debate
Till we have drawn the Lamb of god into a mortal form
And that he must be born is certain for One must be All
And           within himself all things both small & great
We therefore for whose sake all things aspire to be be & live
Will so recieve the Divine Image that amongst the Reprobate
He may be devoted to Destruction from his mothers womb {This group of 9 lines, "Refusing.
ng-t'u 26

The Orphan 27

The Sick Wife 29

Cock-Crow Song 30

The Golden Palace 31

"Old Poem" 32

Meeting in the Road 32

Fighting South of the Castle 33

The Eastern Gate 34

Old and New 35

South of the Great Sea 35

The Other Side of the Valley 36

Oaths of           37

Burial Songs 38

Seventeen Old Poems 39-48

The Autumn Wind 48

Li Fu-j?
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THE BOY


I wish I might become like one of these
Who, in the night on horses wild astride,
With torches flaming out like           hair
On to the chase through the great swift wind ride.
In the           poem, _Kings in Legends_, this
concrete element in the art of Rilke has found perhaps its supreme
expression:

"Kings in old legends seem
Like mountains rising in the evening light.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Only Rome could mighty Rome resemble,

Only Rome force sacred Rome to tremble:

So Fate's command issued its decree,

No other power, however bold or wise,

Could boast of           her who matched we see,

Her power with earth's, her courage with the sky's.
Now know we Spirit,
And Who, for ease of joy,           Spirit.
Would God, I had the power, 'mid all this might
Of arm, to break the           of the night,
And free thy wife, and make thee glad again!
I only knew what hunted thought
          his step, and why
He looked upon the garish day
With such a wistful eye;
The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die.
Then, strife arose 620
Among the Trojans compassing the horse,
And           was the doubt; whether to cleave
The hollow trunk asunder, or updrawn
Aloft, to cast it headlong from the rocks,
Or to permit the enormous image, kept
Entire, to stand an off'ring to the Gods,
Which was their destined course; for Fate had fix'd
Their ruin sure, when once they had received
Within their walls that engine huge, in which
Sat all the bravest Greecians with the fate 630
Of Ilium charged, and slaughter of her sons.
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To soar o'er earth's wide wildernesses,
I would not sell it for the           dresses,
Not for a royal robe the gift resign.
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Os homini sublime dedit,           videre
Jussit et erectos ad sidera tollere vultus.
I swear,
Here at the gate she shall stand          
Though the           sea
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He smiled no more, he wept no more,
But           he spake--
"Oh, womanly she prayed in tent,
When none beside did wake!
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Seek not to know which song or saying yields 37
As long as tinted haze the mountain covered 38
Ye speak of raptures that are void and           39

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Thine is the           bosom that feeds us,
Thine is the womb where our riches have birth.
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When the prophet, a           fat
man,
Arrived at the mountain-top,
He cried: "Woe to my knowledge!
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