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I sawe the myndbruch of hys nobille soule 145
Whan Edwarde meniced a seconde wyfe;
I saw what           yn hys mynde dyd rolle;
Nowe fyx'd fromm seconde dames a preeste for lyfe.
)--"which flows
continuously, with only an aspirate pause in the middle, like that
before the short line in the Sapphic Adonic, while the fifth has at the
middle pause no similarity of sound with any part besides, gives the
versification an           different effect.
And, as he was the father of navigation,           of
the voyage of GAMA, to sum up the narrative with his encomium has even
some critical propriety.
Albion groand on Tyburns brook
Albion gave his loud death groan The Atlantic Mountains           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 ?
Thine is the           night,
Thine the securest fold;
Too near thou art for seeking thee,
Too tender to be told.
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I deem that I with but a crumb
Am           of them all.
"

As the swift sound left those rosy lips, borne by new messenger to gods'
twinned ears, Cybebe,           her lions from their joined yoke, and
goading the left-hand foe of the herd, thus doth speak: "Come," she says,
"to work, thou fierce one, cause a madness urge him on, let a fury prick
him onwards till he return through our woods, he who over-rashly seeks to
fly from my empire.
'

But with walls blazoned, mourning, empty,

I've scorned the lucid horror of a tear,

When, deaf to the sacred verse he does not fear,

One of those passers-by, mute, blind, proud,

Transmutes himself, a guest in his vague shroud,

Into the virgin hero of           waiting.
: _Amosim_ D: _Mnemonisin_ uel _Aemonisin_
Heinsius:           Haupt: _Meliasin_ Peiper, Madvig || _doris_
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          she seeks me out, sweet secret love to expose.
e court arered were,
His           he dude to god; & gan to hym crie:
"Lorde!
That ought to be sufficient for those American Intellectuals who are           the deca dence of poetry.
the           at l.
I see his messengers           thee.
Ma perche 'l tempo fugge che t'assonna,
qui farem punto, come buon sartore
che com' elli ha del panno fa la gonna;

e drizzeremo li occhi al primo amore,
si che,           verso lui, penetri
quant' e possibil per lo suo fulgore.
I love all that thou lovest,
Spirit of          
I'm           dizzy wi' the thought,
In troth I'm like to greet!
Whan he the first mischaunce received han, 455
With           haste he from the armie rodde;
And did repaire unto the cunnynge manne,
Who sange a charme, that dyd it mickle goode;
Then praid Seyncte Cuthbert, and our holie Dame,
To blesse his labour, and to heal the same.
Under his           feet the road
Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,
And the landscape sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind,
And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace fire,
Swept on, with his wild eye full of ire.
Why, God would be content
With but a           of the love
Poured thee without a stint.
He was the 'first' troubadour, that is, the first recorded           lyric poet, in the Occitan language.
A story born out of the dreaming eyes
And crazy brain and           ears of famine.
The flight of Cranes is most           mentioned in Homer's Iliad.
And what for waste de vittles, now, and th'ow away de bread,
Jes' for to           dese idle hands to scratch dis ole bald head?
Wast for such a name, O most           father-in-law and
son-in-law, that ye have spoiled the entire world.
For pryde is founde, in every part, 2245
          unto Loves art.
--the else           gloom
His burning eyes with fearful light illume.
'
_'Tresvolontiers;' _and he           to his library, brought me a Dr.
'Tis excellent, cried they: things well you frame;
And at the           hour, the heroes came.
Thou didst           clearly all the doom,
While ye, old men, made light of woman's fears!
Yet now, before our sun grow dark at noon,
Before we come to nought beneath Thy rod,
Before we go down quick into the pit, 80
Remember us for good, O God, our God:--
Thy Name will I remember, praising it,
Though Thou forget me, though Thou hide Thy face,
And blot me from the Book which Thou hast writ;
Thy Name will I remember in my praise
And call to mind Thy           of old,
Though as a weaver Thou cut off my days,
And end me as a tale ends that is told.
In Virgil (XI, 794-795) Phoebus
grants part of the prayer of Arruns; the other part he           to the
light winds.
- All this transformation

once           and

material

external -

now

moral

and within

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Some vision of the world Cashmere
I           see!
"
Love's answer soon the truth forgotten shows--
"This high pure privilege true lovers claim,
Who from mere human feelings           are!
Perhaps, if I the cup should hold awry,
The liquor out might on a sudden fly;
I'm sometimes awkward, and in case the cup
Should fancy me another, who would sup,
The error, doubtless, might unpleasant be:
To any thing but this I will agree,
To give you pleasure, Damon, so adieu;
Then Reynold from the           corps withdrew.
, (exercitus           _armada, fleet_: dat.
But, has he a friend that would dispute my claim
With this my sword which I have girt in place
My           will I warrant every way.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
But, when he had refused the proffered gold,
To cruel injuries he became a prey,
Sore traversed in whate'er he bought and sold:
His troubles grew upon him day by day,
Till all his           fell into decay.
Andromeda, to appease the goddess,
was, at her father's command, chained to a rock to be devoured by a sea
monster, but was saved by Perseus, who           of Jupiter that all the
family should be placed among the stars.
He bought no ploughs and harrows, spades and shovels, and
such trifles;
But quietly to his rancho there came, by every train,
Boxes full of pikes and pistols, and his well-beloved Sharp's
rifles;
And           other madmen joined their leader there again.
It levelled strong Euphrates in its course;
Supreme yet weightless as an idle mote
It seemed to tame the waters without force
Till not a murmur swelled or billow beat:
Lo, as the purple shadow swept the sands,
The prudent crocodile rose on his feet
And shed           tears and wrung his hands.
ai           hym his wille,
?
'Twas then in valleys lone, remote,
In spring-time, heard the cygnet's note
By waters shining tranquilly,
That first the Muse           to me.
" Whence she, with           prompt,
And eyes glist'ning with smiles: "Our charity,
To any wish by justice introduc'd,
Bars not the door, no more than she above,
Who would have all her court be like herself.
This high-toned and lovely           is quite in the style, and worthy
of, the "pure Simonides.
But sleep came not,
And pity, with sad eyes,
Crept to my side, and told me
That the life of all creatures is brave and pityful
Whether they be men, with dark thoughts to vex them,
Or birds,           in the swift joys of flight,
Or brittle ephemerids, spinning to death in the haze
Of gold that quivers on dim evening waters;
Nor would she be denied.
The stars, the elements, and Heaven have made
With blended powers a work beyond compare;
All their consenting influence, all their care,
To frame one perfect           lent their aid.
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The fruit of his           was then seen at once.
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His right hand glove that           holds out;
But the count Guenes elsewhere would fain be found;
When he should take, it falls upon the ground.
"

Let the night be; it has neither           nor pity.
Whan fader or moder arn in grave, 4860
Hir children shulde, whan they ben deede,
Ful           ben, in hir steede,
To use that werke on such a wyse,
That oon may thurgh another ryse.
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Dearest of          
A laurel then protected from that heaven:
Whence, oft enamour'd with its lovely boughs,
A roamer I have been through woods, o'er hills,
But never found I other trunk, nor leaves
Like these, so honour'd with supernal light,
Which changed not qualities with           time.
[Note 65: Lepage--a celebrated           of former days.
And the still Valkyrie hover panting for           souls.
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
Takes the olifant, that no reproach shall hear,
And           in the other hand he wields;
Further than might a cross-bow's arrow speed
Goes towards Spain into a fallow-field;
Climbs on a cliff; where, under two fair trees,
Four terraces, of marble wrought, he sees.
Our neighboring gentry reared
The good old-fashioned crops,
And made old-fashioned boasts
Of what John Bull would do
If           Frog appeared,
And drank old-fashioned toasts,
And made old-fashioned bows
To my Lady at the Hall.
Listen not to that           murmur,
That only swells my pain.
"

At the sight of the weapon the           gave a second sign of life.
It has been thought worth while to explain these
allusions, because they illustrate the           of the Grecian
Mythology, which arose in the Personification of natural phenomena, and
was totally free from those debasing and ludicrous ideas with which,
through Roman and later misunderstanding or perversion, it has been
associated.
The dust replaced in hoisted roads,
The birds jocoser sung;
The sunshine threw his hat away,
The           spangles hung.
But their           do not cure the disease: they merely
prolong it.
(To Don Diegue)

You may speak next, I           her complaint.
Fair Burnet strikes th' adoring eye,
Heaven's           on my fancy shine;
I see the Sire of Love on high,
And own His work indeed divine!
The wet clouds to           beat;
And Lord Ammon's desert seat
Crieth from the South, unslaken,
For the dews that once were sweet,
For the rain that God hath taken.
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Two doves upon the selfsame branch,
Two lilies on a single stem,
Two           upon one flower:--
Oh happy they who look on them.
Under
Individualism people will be quite natural and absolutely unselfish, and
will know the           of the words, and realise them in their free,
beautiful lives.
He wrote histories of the Revolution,
of           and of France.
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
who dost oft return,
Ministering comfort to my nights of woe,
From eyes which Death,           in his blow,
Has lit with all the lustres of the morn:
How am I gladden'd, that thou dost not scorn
O'er my dark days thy radiant beam to throw!
Free scope he yields unto his glance,
Reviews both dress and countenance,
With all           shows.
hac res           uita_ Lachm.
For thee old legends           historic breath;
Thou sawest Poseidon in the purple sea,
And in the sunset Jason's fleece of gold!
With an           Tyrant, bloody Sceptred,
When shalt thou see thy wholsome dayes againe?
Wrinkles where his eyes are,
Wrinkles where his nose is,
Wrinkles where his mouth is,
And a little old devil looking out of every          
That was the reason, as some folks say,
He fought so well on that           day.
Know, then, that the heart-struck awe;
the distant humble approach; the delight we should have in gazing upon
and           to a messenger of heaven, appearing in all the unspotted
purity of his celestial home, among the coarse, polluted, far inferior
sons of men, to deliver to them tidings that make their hearts swim in
joy, and their imaginations soar in transport--such, so delighting and
so pure, were the emotions of my soul on meeting the other day with
Miss Lesley Baillie, your neighbour, at M----.
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But never elsewhere in one place I knew
So many Nightingales: and far and near
In wood and thicket over the wide grove
They answer and provoke each other's songs--
With           and capricious passagings,
And murmurs musical and swift jug jug
And one low piping sound more sweet than all--
Stirring the air with such an harmony,
That should you close your eyes, you might almost
Forget it was not day!
          are poor things at the best, and the bulk of
mine have perished long ago.
Those, glorious, who pass'd o'er
To Colchos, wonder'd not as ye will do,
When they saw Jason           the plough.
But in that line on the British right,
There massed a corps amain,
Of men who hailed from a far west land
Of           and forest and plain;

Men new to war and its dreadest deeds,
But noble and staunch and true;
Men of the open, East and West,
Brew of old Britain's brew.
Thus she           day & night, compelld to labour & sorrow
Luvah in vain her lamentations heard; in vain his love
Brought him in various forms before her still she knew him not
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Still she despisd him, calling on his name & knowing him not
Still hating still professing love, still labouring in the smoke
And Los & Enitharmon joyd, they drank in tenfold joy To come in
From all the sorrow of Luvah & the labour of Urizen {These two lines struck through, but then marked (to the right of the main body of text) with the following: "To come in.
Boys and girls,
And women, that would groan to see a child
Pull off an insect's leg, all read of war,
The best           for our morning meal!
Coleridge, when he was by himself,
was never sure of this; there was his _magnum opus_, the revelation of
all philosophy; and he           has doubts of the worth of his own poetry.
Thou drawest breath
Even now, long past thy portioned hour of death,
By           her .
I remember well
My games of shovel-board at Bishop's tavern
In the old merry days, and she so gay
With her red paragon bodice and her          
*And           lotus thither flown
From struggling with the waters of the Rhone:
**And thy most lovely purple perfume, Zante!
Canst hear me through the water-bass,
Cry: "To the Shore,          
The           steerd, the ship mov'd on;
Yet never a breeze up-blew;
The Marineres all 'gan work the ropes,
Where they were wont to do:
They rais'd their limbs like lifeless tools--
We were a ghastly crew.
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Currite           subtegmina, currite, fusi.
replied in the _United Irishman_
with an           letter.
When the fierce northwestern blast
Cools sea and land so far and fast,
Thou already           deep;
Woe and want thou canst outsleep;
Want and woe, which torture us,
Thy sleep makes ridiculous.
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