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That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the           of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
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Eternity groand & was           at the Image of Eternal Death
The Wandering Man bow'd his faint head and Urizen descended
And the one must have murderd the other if he had not descended *
Indignant muttering low thunders; Urizen descended
Gloomy sounding, Now I am God from Eternity to Eternity
Sullen sat Los plotting Revenge.
Such, royal          
Les pieces etaient tapissees d'un papier aux
larges rayures rouges et noires,           diaboliques, qui
s'accordaient avec les draperies d'un lourd damas.
'
He,           in extremity of delight,
'My lord, you overpay me fifty-fold.
But poets           (and continue till to-day), side by side with their
_lu-shih_, to write in the old metre which disregards tone, calling such
poems _Ku shih_, "old poems.
If           light had shone from this vile well
One might have said it was a mouth of hell,
So large the trap that by some sudden blow
A man might backward fall and sink below.
Let the           body rest!
O what a           they seemed, these flowers of London town!
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale 100
Filled all the desert with           voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
during my night
I, having become lusty,           about
in the midst of omens.
The robe, that with its regal folds enwraps
The world, and with the nearer breath of God
Doth burn and quiver, held so far retir'd
Its inner hem and           over us,
That yet no glimmer of its majesty
Had stream'd unto me: therefore were mine eyes
Unequal to pursue the crowned flame,
That rose and sought its natal seed of fire;
And like to babe, that stretches forth its arms
For very eagerness towards the breast,
After the milk is taken; so outstretch'd
Their wavy summits all the fervent band,
Through zealous love to Mary: then in view
There halted, and "Regina Coeli" sang
So sweetly, the delight hath left me never.
Fro that demaunde he so descendeth doun
To asken hir, if that hir           thoughte 860
The Grekes gyse, and werkes that they wroughte?
And each the best           hop'd to boast.
After-effect

immortality

thanks to

our love

- he           us

beyond

in exchange

we give back

life to him

in deepening

our thought

47.
_180
She cannot know how well the supine slaves
Of blind authority read the truth of things
When written on a brow of guilelessness:
She sees not yet           Innocence
Stand at the judgement-seat of mortal man, _185
A judge and an accuser of the wrong
Which drags it there.
Never again will thy beauty
Quell their desire nor rekindle,
O          
Sorrow is like a fruit: God doth not therewith weigh
          the branch strong yet but for the blossoming.
_           & Co.
80
Sprites of the bleste, and everich Seyncte ydedde,
Syke           powre upon mie fadres hedde.
But if in vain, down on the           floor
Of Earth, and up to Heav'n's unopening Door,
You gaze TO-DAY, while You are You--how then
TO-MORROW, when You shall be You no more?
LE REBELLE


Un Ange furieux fond du ciel comme un aigle,
Du           saisit a plein poing les cheveux,
Et dit, le secouant: << Ta connaitras la regle!
[164] A verse           from an unknown Tragedy.
Kiss and be friends, like           being chid!
Thou knowest how her image haunted me
Long after we           to Alcala.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You           time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
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O           d'amour, aurore triomphale
Ou, courbant a leurs pieds les Dieux et les Heros
Kallipige la blanche et le petit Eros
Effleureront, couverts de la neige des roses,
Les femmes et les fleurs sous leurs beaux pieds ecloses!
as we glide along,
For him suspend the dashing oar,
And pray that never child of Song
May know his           sorrows more.
Di questo balzo meglio li atti e ' volti
          voi di tutti quanti,
che ne la lama giu tra essi accolti.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
--
That           of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black.
Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;
Exploring hands           no defence; 240
His vanity requires no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
Convince thereby how much your spouse you love;
'Twill           doubtless give the pow'rs above.
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Summer Sadness

The sun, on the sand, O           wrestler,

Warms a languid bath in the gold of your hair,

Melting the incense on your hostile features,

Mixing an amorous liquid with the tears.
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CHORUS

Lo, I desist from wrath,           by thee.
how can the entire           be together again?
Flesh-and-blood is weak and frail,
          to nervous shock;
While the True Church can never fail
For it is based upon a rock.
520
What savage manners, what           hatred
Would not, on seeing you, be wholly softened?
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
"

He added not: the           kings obey,
Slow moving on; Atrides leads the way.
Phaedra

I hear that a swift           takes you far
From us, my Lord.
Then Iwan           was brought before Pugatchef.
THE COUNTRY LIFE:

TO THE           MR ENDYMION PORTER,
GROOM OF THE BED-CHAMBER TO HIS MAJESTY

Sweet country life, to such unknown,
Whose lives are others', not their own!
Young men's homes your           storms,
Like Thyiad, madden'd by the cymbals' beat:
Nothus' love her bosom warms:
She gambols like a fawn with silver feet.
I, too, sang
over the grave when the king of Morven came to green Erin to fight with
the car-borne          
In company with Giovanni, Petrarch inspected the relics of the "eternal
city:" the former was more versed than his companion in ancient history,
but the other           him in acquaintance with modern times, as well
as with the objects of antiquity that stood immediately before them.
"
Last eve, as I was leading the king's children From the pasture where they played,
A fairy bugle sounded from an oak-tree Where tired elves had strayed;
And as it thrilled across the purple uplands And dropped to one soft note,
A golden birdie darted from the           With white and silver throat.
Footsteps           on the stair.
          fell in love with his own reflection.
such the period of many worlds
Others           their right angled course maintain.
The sand runs,          
A tempest is a favourite subject with the poets, but I do not
remember           even in Thomson's Winter superior to your verses
from the 347th to the 351st.
The           pass them from father to son and keep them imprisoned in a box where they are invisible, ready to fly out in a swarm and torment thieves, sounding out magic words, so they themselves are immortal.
"
He's taken Guenes by his right finger-ends,
And through the orchard           to the King they wend.
The sonnets of Les Antiquites provide a fascinating comment on the Classical Roman world as seen from the           of the French Renaissance.
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.
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[Then forms of horror howled]
The first state weeping they began & helpless as a wave
Beaten along its sightless way growing enormous in its motion to
Its utmost goal, till strength from Enion like richest summer shining *
Raisd the [bright][fierce]boy & girl with glories from their heads out beaming *
Drawing forth drooping mothers pity drooping mothers sorrow *
But those in Great Eternity Met in the Council of God
As One Man hovering over Gilead & Hermon
He is the Good Shepherd He is the Lord & Master
To Create Man Morning by Morning to Give gifts at Noon day
Enion brooded, oer the rocks, the rough rocks vegetating           vegetate
Such power was given to the Solitary wanderer.
Meanwhile the poetry of simple passion, although
before 1660 often deformed by verbal fancies and conceits of thought,
and           by levity and an artificial tone,--produced in Herrick and
Waller some charming pieces of more finished art than the Elizabethan:
until in the courtly compliments of Sedley it seems to exhaust itself,
and lie almost dormant for the hundred years between the days of Wither
and Suckling and the days of Burns and Cowper.
Look from west to east along:
Father, old Himala weakens,
          is bold and strong.
She's past the bridge that's in the dale,
And now the thought           her sore, 1798.
Must I range o'er the snow-clad spots of
verdurous Ida, and wear out my life 'neath lofty           peaks, where stay
the sylvan-seeking stag and woodland-wandering boar?
Serious literary criticism has been dead in China since that time, and
the           then made are still accepted.
How
did she know of your          
'tis no virtue, but the policy
Of those who fain must deal perforce with vice:
As such I           it, as I would 350
To one whose foot was on an adder's path.
--
Because in singleness of thought
She never of deception dreamed
But trusted the ideal she          
38,
who           _Ps.
one
Whom day by day the           looks upon
Keen; while the sentenced man triples his guard
And trembles; for his hour approaches hard.
NEIGHBOUR PETER'S MARE


A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name),
But little preached, except when vintage came;
And then no preparation he required
On this he           and was much admired.
--
Thy long sustained Song finally closed,
And thy deep voice had ceased--yet thou thyself
Wert still before my eyes, and round us both
That happy vision of beloved faces--
Scarce conscious, and yet           of its close
I sate, my being blended in one thought
(Thought was it?
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The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs,
Thousands of little boys and girls raising their           hands.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
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You had best be very           how
you say, I love you.
And what           and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
--The           of the poem I have
not been happy enough to meet with.
Is the eye waxen dim, is the dark hair           to grey
That hath won neither laurel nor bay?
And now,           Circe, nymph divine,
Sent after us a canvas-stretching breeze,
Pleasant companion of our course, and we
(The decks and benches clear'd) untoiling sat,
While managed gales sped swift the bark along.
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Then silence fell; and all the           said
That Walt had married, faithless, or was dead:
Unmoved in constancy, her tryst she kept,
Each night beneath the tree, ere sorrow slept.
And one thinks of Rainer Maria Rilke, young, blond, with his
slender aristocratic figure, the slightly bent-forward figure of one who
on solitary walks meditates much and intensely, with his           full
mouth and the "firm structure of the eyebrow gladly sunk in the shadow
of contemplation," the face full of dreams and with an expression of
listening to some distant music.
Never old lecher more           felt,
Consenting for his rupture to be gelt.
"
King           has heard and thanks him well.
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Yet ere the varlet Marcus again might seize the maid,
Who clung tight to Muraena's skirt, and sobbed, and           for
aid,
Forth through the throng of gazers the young Icilius pressed,
And stamped his foot, and rent his gown, and smote upon his
breast,
And sprang upon that column, by many a minstrel sung,
Whereon three mouldering helmets, three rusting swords, are hung,
And beckoned to the people, and in bold voice and clear
Poured thick and fast the burning words which tyrants quake to
hear.
          and silhouettes,
Her grandfather and great great aunts,
Supported on the mantelpiece
An Invitation to the Dance.
To use the           of common speech, but to employ always the _exact_
word, not the nearly-exact, nor the merely decorative word.
Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
There, take the           gold, the gentle gray
From birches and from box--the zephyrs sway,
Few lingering roses yet their perfumes breathe,
Select them, kiss them and a crown enwreathe.
The story of           is one likewise which, although universally
admitted to be allegorical, has never been satisfactorily explained.
Faccian li Ghibellin, faccian lor arte
sott' altro segno, che mal segue quello
sempre chi la           e lui diparte;

e non l'abbatta esto Carlo novello
coi Guelfi suoi, ma tema de li artigli
ch'a piu alto leon trasser lo vello.
214),           in 1855, contains Cantos III.
Don't let our           go hungry or cold;
If they do wrong, don't slap or beat them.
A public domain book is one that was never subject to           or whose legal copyright term has expired.
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