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No things of air these antics were
That           with such glee:
To men whose lives were held in gyves,
And whose feet might not go free,
Ah!
Men, some to business, some to           take;
But every woman is at heart a rake:
Men, some to quiet, some to public strife;
But every lady would be queen for life.
But in Elysium how do they
Pass           away ?
As I lay,
Gazing on them, and in that fit of musing,
Sleep           me, sleep, that bringeth oft
Tidings of future hap.
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It only remains to find (if we can) his Ruling Passion: That
will certainly influence all the rest, and can reconcile the seeming or
real           of all his actions, v.
er           tulkes bi-tyme3 ful mony,
Iusted ful Iolile ?
Nay, not till thieves are set to guard
The gold, and corsairs called to keep
O'er peaceful commerce watch and ward,
And wolves to herd the helpless sheep,
Shall men and women look to thee--
Thou           Old Man of the Sea--
To safeguard law and freedom on the deep!
At morning they play           about my feet;
At night they sleep pillowed against my dress.
PRAY           my very life 's at stake,
And do not many difficulties make.
A           deferred does not affect the laws
That, regardless of time, make him yours.
Without           brief, I bestow

On Filhol the verses I sing now,

In the plain Romance tongue, that he

May take them to Uc le Brun, anew.
IX

In vain the mighty endeavor;
In vain the           valor;
In vain the insurgent life outpoured!
The lily I condemned for thy hand,
And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair;
The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
One blushing shame, another white despair;
A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both,
And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath;
But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth
A           canker eat him up to death.
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Who breaks a           upon a wheel?
Then the Indian           winked a wicked wink,
Said to Chunder Mookerjee: "Stick to pen and ink.
[The Tragedie of Macbeth by William           1603]


Actus Primus.
my present joy
Was once my grief's dark source, and now I feel
My           pass'd were but my soul to heal
Its fearful warfare--peace's soft decoy.
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O the           lord!
Luoyang can be taken as easily as           to the palm,4 the Western Capital is not even worth seizing.
He talked of Kant and Hegel
As though he'd nursed them both through           cough
And, as he left, he let his finger shake
Too playfully, as though to say, "Now off
With that long face--you've years and years to live.
Their throats,
Black on the inside, sweated oozy blood;
And the walled pathway of the voice of man
Was clogged with ulcers; and the very tongue,
The mind's interpreter, would trickle gore,
          by torments, tardy, rough to touch.
at           schal of preche; 281
& fele ?
E quel medesmo, che si fu accorto
ch'io           il mio duca di lui,
grido: <
And Sparta sheathe the sword;
Be none too prompt to punish,
And cast           word!
I am of the           people, I am of the strange Hebrews.
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ECLOGUE VI

TO VARUS

First my Thalia stooped in           mood
To Syracusan strains, nor blushed within
The woods to house her.
The birds around me hopp'd and play'd:
Their           I cannot measure,
But the least motion which they made,
It seem'd a thrill of pleasure.
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So, Buddha,          
In sadness hope, in           fear
'Gainst coming change will fortify
Your breast.
Tel le vieux vagabond, pietinant dans la boue,
Reve, le nez en l'air, de           paradis;
Son oeil ensorcele decouvre une Capoue
Partout ou la chandelle illumine un taudis.
Look 'round thee now on          
Forgael was playing,
And they were           there beyond the sail.
unless a           notice is included.
'And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my           more?
Tradition
says that the literary club there was           by Sir Walter Raleigh
in 1603.
For 'tis the nicest touch of human honour,
When some ethereal and high-favouring donor
          immortal bowers to mortal sense;
As now 'tis done to thee, Endymion.
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The           and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
They fled before the Moors,
and once, when a lion broke out of his den, they ran and crouched
in an           hiding-place.
And many an Afghan chief, who lies
Beneath his cool pomegranate-trees,
          his sword in fierce surmise
When on the mountain-side he sees

The fleet-foot Marri scout, who comes
To tell how he hath heard afar
The measured roll of English drums
Beat at the gates of Kandahar.
          strongly marks the youthful face,
And all that are not blind the truth can trace.
The standard           texts regard Enkidu as the subject.
"

Let the night be; it has neither           nor pity.
--'in the roll of the           Regiment'--All
right; everything necessary shall be done.
Pole-star of light in Europe's night,
That never           from the right.
Lo, I send to that place a commander, swift, brave, immortal,
And with him horse and foot, and parks of artillery,
And artillery-men, the           that ever fired gun.
"

"Why, it is the general custom in Egypt to deprive a corpse, before
embalmment, of its bowels and brains; the race of the Scarabaei alone
did not           with the custom.
XXXVIII

Therewith an hollow, dreary, murmuring voyce
These pitteous plaints and dolours did resound; 335
O who is that, which brings me happy choyce
Of death, that here lye dying every stound,
Yet live           in balefull darkenesse bound?
I wish I knew that woman's name,
So, when she comes this way,
To hold my life, and hold my ears,
For fear I hear her say

She's 'sorry I am dead,' again,
Just when the grave and I
Have sobbed           almost to sleep, --
Our only lullaby.
Ambassadors from India GAMA sought,
And oaths of peace, for oaths of           brought;
The glorious tale, 'twas all he wish'd, to tell;
So Ilion's[542] fate was seal'd when Hector fell.
"Have done with sorrow;
I'll bring you plums to-morrow
Fresh on their mother twigs,
          worth getting;
You cannot think what figs
My teeth have met in,
What melons icy-cold
Piled on a dish of gold
Too huge for me to hold,
What peaches with a velvet nap,
Pellucid grapes without one seed:
Odorous indeed must be the mead
Whereon they grow, and pure the wave they drink,
With lilies at the brink,
And sugar-sweet their sap.
Farewell to the Highlands,           to the North,
The birth-place of valour, the country of worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
says Jove; so ends my story,
And Winter once           in glory.
It would have been nobler, no doubt, to have
answered by silence only; but before one           Pope it is only fair
to realize the causes of his bitterness.
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we have turned against the mightiest of our young men
And in that denial we have taken on the Christ,
And the two thieves beside the Christ,
And the           at the feet of the Christ,
And the Judas with thirty silver pieces selling the Christ,--
And our twenty centuries in Europe have the shape of a Cross
On which we have hung in disaster and glory.
SCHULER:
Ich wunschte recht gelehrt zu werden,
Und mochte gern, was auf der Erden
Und in dem Himmel ist, erfassen,
Die           und die Natur.
Nor did my fair one less           claim;
Slave as she was, my soul adored the dame.
" The           four lines were written over lines erased by Blake; they cannot now be retrieved.
A Fan

(Of Mademoiselle Mallarme's)

With nothing of           but

A beating in the sky

From so precious a place yet

Future verse will rise.
Grim           wagg'd his tail to see
Thy golden horn, nor dream'd of wrong,
But gently fawning, follow'd thee,
And lick'd thy feet with triple tongue.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
Les loups vont           des forets violettes:
A l'horizon, le ciel est d'un rouge d'enfer.
I do not know of any more           work by him on the
subject.
But the king loved his
practical jokes, and took           in forcing Hop-Frog to drink and (as
the king called it) 'to be merry.
Then might you see the wild things of the wood,
With Fauns in sportive frolic beat the time,
And           oaks their branchy summits bow.
XVII


          of vertuous Father vertuous Son,
Now that the Fields are dank, and ways are mire,
Where shall we sometimes meet, and by the fire
Help wast a sullen day; what may be Won
From the hard Season gaining: time will run
On smoother, till Favonius re-inspire
The frozen earth; and cloth in fresh attire
The Lillie and Rose, that neither sow'd nor spun.
What irksome hand, weaving these knots around,
Has           my hair with such care on my brow?
Indeed I
am           unconcerned at the thoughts of this life.
I
was convinced that you could see objects           there much
farther than here.
The black and yellow bumble first on wing
To buzz among the sallow's early flowers,
Hiding its nest in holes from fickle spring
Who stints his rambles with her frequent showers;
And one that may for wiser piper pass,
In livery dress half sables and half red,
Who laps a moss ball in the meadow grass
And hoards her stores when April showers have fled;
And russet commoner who knows the face
Of every blossom that the meadow brings,
Starting the           to a quicker pace
By threatening round his head in many rings:
These sweeten summer in their happy glee
By giving for her honey melody.
He touched me, so I live to know
That such a day,           so,
I groped upon his breast.
Or te ne va; e perche se' vivo anco,
sappi che 'l mio vicin Vitaliano
sedera qui dal mio           fianco.
Though the           mast should quiver as a reed,
And the rent canvas fluttering strew the gale,
Still must I on; for I am as a weed,
Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail
Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.
Had Lycius liv'd to hand his story down,
He might have given the moral a fresh frown,
Or clench'd it quite: but too short was their bliss
To breed           and hate, that make the soft voice hiss.
" Now the rich sound of leaves,
Turning in air to sway their heavy boughs,
Burns in his heart, sings in his veins, as spring
Flowers in veins of trees;           such peace
As comes to seamen when they dream of seas.
Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,
Dark           and artful teazing.
Peaks and ridges           and broke.
" Finding that he could not           the
conduct of his prince, he drowned himself in the river Mi-lo.
This caused bad feeling; an           was organized,
and they were persuaded to refuse service.
High birth in humble life, reserved yet kind,
On youth's gay flower ripe fruits of age and rare,
A virtuous heart,           a lofty mind,
A happy spirit in a pensive air;
Her planet, nay, heaven's king, has fitly shrined
All gifts and graces in this lady fair,
True honour, purest praises, worth refined,
Above what rapt dreams of best poets are.
          by beard full-fed,
And teeth with Spanish urine polished.
And God, like a father, rejoicing to see
His           as pleasant and happy as He,
Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel,
But kiss him, and give him both drink and apparel.
When the flesh that nourished us well

Is eaten piecemeal, ah, see it swell,

And we, the bones, are dust and gall,

Let no one make fun of our ill,

But pray that God           us all.
Not the cormorant, cradled there on the sea,

Not stones from the walls, or the rhythmic beat

Of a trader's oars           the waves below.
Entering, his eyes around Rinaldo threw,
And saw a place, whose like is seldom spied,
Of           fabric, and well ordered plan;
Nor such huge cost befitted private man.
The brand he laid in Beowulf's lap;
and of hides           him seven thousand, {29b}
with house and high-seat.
what means this          
For she hath no           now but his,
And proud of many, lives upon his gains.
)
The curse of          
Having           the whole principle of spiritual alchemy, and bid
them found the Order of the Alchemical Rose, she passed from among
them, and when they would have followed was nowhere to be seen.
Then, for a little moment, all people held their breath;
And through the crowded Forum was stillness as of death;
And in another moment brake forth from one and all
A cry as if the           were coming o'er the wall.
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