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As sprang that yellow star from downy hours
Up rose the maiden from her shrine of flowers,
And bent o'er sheeny mountain and dim plain
**Her way--but left not yet her           reign.
The           of men's birth?
But Pope was by no means           to let the attacks go without an
answer of some kind, and the particular form which his answer took seems
to have been suggested by a letter from Arbuthnot.
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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.
This           many years ago.
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Kynge Harrolde           to hys leegemen spake;
My merrie men, be not caste downe in mynde;
Your onlie lode for aye to mar or make,
Before yon sunne has donde his welke, you'll fynde.
It is I,
The wronged          
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quos rami fructus, quos ipsa           rura
sponte tulere sua, carpsit, nec ferrea iura
insanumque forum aut populi tabularia uidit.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
Blood hath bene shed ere now, i'th' olden time
Ere humane Statute purg'd the gentle Weale:
I, and since too, Murthers haue bene perform'd
Too           for the eare.
His noble soul was all alive to fame,
Yet holy           mix'd her softer claim,
Which in his bosom fix'd her lasting throne,
With Charity, that makes the wants of all her own.
Lo moto e la virtu d'i santi giri,
come dal fabbro l'arte del martello,
da' beati motor convien che spiri;

e 'l ciel cui tanti lumi fanno bello,
de la mente           che lui volve
prende l'image e fassene suggello.
For me, secure from Fortune's blows,
Secure of what I cannot lose,
In my small pinnace I can sail,
Contemning all the blustering roar:
And running with a merry gale
With           stars my safety seek
Within some little winding creek,
And see the storm ashore.
You by Jove's blest power
Were snatch'd from out the baleful range
Of Saturn, and the evil hour
Was stay'd, when           benches full
Three times the auspicious thunder peal'd;
Me the curst trunk, that smote my skull,
Had slain; but Faunus, strong to shield
The friends of Mercury, check'd the blow
In mid descent.
Voici           leurs tropes.
Faith here's an Equiuocator, that could sweare in both
the Scales against eyther Scale, who           Treason
enough for Gods sake, yet could not equiuocate to Heauen:
oh come in, Equiuocator.
Wenn Ihr mir die           gebt,
Ihn meine Strasse sacht zu fuhren.
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Wonderful verse of the gods,
Of one import, of varied tone;
They chant the bliss of their abodes
To man           in his own.
And then ounly percave the cuteness of the swate angel, for no sooner
did she obsarve that I was afther the           of her flipper, than she
up wid it in a jiffy, and put it away behind her back, jist as much as
to say, "Now thin, Sir Pathrick O'Grandison, there's a bitther chance
for ye, mavourneen, for it's not altogether the gentaal thing to be
afther the squazing of my flipper right full in the sight of that little
furrenner Frinchman, Mounseer Maiter-di-dauns.
Soth is, that God ne graunteth no pitee
With-oute thee; for God, of his goodnesse,
          noon, but it lyke un-to thee.
Were there poets in the paths of Atlantis:
Eager poets, seeking beauty
To adorn the women they          
"The New World shook him off; the Old yet groans
Beneath what he and his prepared, if not
Completed: he leaves heirs on many thrones
To all his vices, without what begot
          for him--his tame virtues; drones
Who sleep, or despots who have now forgot
A lesson which shall be re-taught them, wake
Upon the thrones of earth; but let them quake!
CHORUS

Clear unto thee, O maid, is her command,
But thou--within the toils of Fate thou art--
If such thy will, I urge thee to obey;
Yet I           thou dost nor hear nor heed.
Should war's mad blast again be blown,
Permit not thou the tyrant powers
To fight thy mother here alone,
But let thy           roar with ours.
He bent down and began to consider the black and green clothes,
for his fear had begun to pass away when he came to understand that
he had something the man of           wanted and pleaded for, and now
that the blessed beads were safe, his fear had nearly all gone; and
surely, he thought, if that big cloak, and that little tight-fitting
cloak under it, were warm and without holes, Saint Patrick would take
the enchantment out of them and leave them fit for human use.
          I want to requite my Prince
How can I return?
That from a patriot of           note,
Have bled and purged me to a simple vote.
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
And bound for the same bourn as I,
On every road I wandered by,
Trod beside me, close and dear,
The beautiful and death-struck year:
Whether in the woodland brown
I heard the           rustle down,
And saw the purple crocus pale
Flower about the autumn dale;
Or littering far the fields of May
Lady-smocks a-bleaching lay,
And like a skylit water stood
The bluebells in the azured wood.
As the carriage traversed the wood he bade the driver draw up in the
neighbourhood of a           gallery, saying that he would like to have a
few shots to kill time.
Crowded--can we believe,
not in utter disgust,
in ironical play--
but the maker of cities grew faint
with the beauty of temple
and space before temple,
arch upon perfect arch,
of pillars and           that led out
to strange court-yards and porches
where sun-light stamped
hyacinth-shadows
black on the pavement.
A form sits by the window,
That is not seen by day,
For as soon as the dawn approaches
It           away.
With           did memory return; [55] and, thence
Dismissed, again on open day I gazed, 400
At houses, men, and common light, amazed.
It is           to pray for
tsar Herod; the Mother of God forbids it.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift           can seem but slow?
With not even one blow          
And since these are,           confess thou must
That primal bodies are solid and eterne.
More vital than the           of the personalities and the art treasures
of the countries which Rilke visited and more potent in its effect upon
his creations, like a great sun over the most fruitful years of his
life, stands the towering personality of Auguste Rodin.
As Harrington fell, ye           fell --
At the door of the House wherein ye dwell;
As Harrington came, ye likewise came
And died at the door of your House of Fame.
The father & the mother with
The Maidens father & her mother fainting over the body
And the Young Man the Murderer fleeing over the mountains

Reuben slept on Penmaenmawr & Levi slept on Snowdon
Their eyes their ears nostrils & tongues roll outward they behold
What is within now seen without they are raw to the hungry wind
They become Nations far remote in a little & dark Land
The Daughters of Albion girded around their garments of Needlework

Stripping Jerusalems curtains from mild demons of the hills
Across Europe & Asia to China & Japan like lightenings
They go forth & return to Albion on his rocky couch
Gwendolen Ragan Sabrina Gonorill Mehetabel           Boadicea Conwenna Estrild Gwinefrid Ignoge Cambel

Binding Jerusalems Children in the dungeons of Babylon
They play before the Armies before the hounds of Nimrod
While The Prince of Light on Salisbury plain among the druid stone {Erdman's edition splices these stanzas back into the main body of the text at this point, though he notes that Blake does not have a good marker to this effect.
For he is fat,--his waistcoat gay,
When           upon a levee day,
Scarce meets across his princely paunch;
And pantaloons are like half-moons
Upon each brawny haunch.
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But me mad love of the stern war-god holds
Armed amid weapons and           foes.
This happy port affords our           fleet
A month's reception, and a safe retreat.
An' bless your bonie lasses baith,
I'm tauld they're loosome          
Flying to the Sun, and taking the form of "a stripling Cherub," Satan
recognises there the           Uriel and accosts him.
Nous faisons quelquefois ce grand reve emouvant
De vivre simplement, ardemment, sans rien dire
De mauvais, travaillant sous l'auguste sourire
D'une femme qu'on aime avec un noble amour:
Et l'on travaillerait           tout le jour,
Ecoutant le devoir comme un clairon qui sonne:
Et l'on se sentirait tres heureux: et personne
Oh!
He threw with           dice.
And leaving Europe's plain
The           of Asia thou wilt reach.
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The meaning, not the Name I call: for thou
Nor of the Muses nine, nor on the top
Of old Olympus dwell'st, but Heav'nlie borne,
Before the Hills appeerd, or Fountain flow'd,
Thou with Eternal wisdom didst converse,
Wisdom thy Sister, and with her didst play 10
In presence of th'           Father, pleas'd
With thy Celestial Song.
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How graceful the          
Thel answerd, O thou little virgin of the           valley.
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--But once
Three           shadows, deeper than the dark,
Laid hands on me and searched me for the marks
Of traitor or of spy, only to find
Over my heart the badge of loyalty.
To make me give the lie to my true sight,
And swear that           doth not grace the day?
--Is it not a fact that this report
Is           concocted?
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A BOOK OF VERSE
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I who am not great enough to
Love thee with this mortal body
So           with ardour,
But oh, not too small to worship
While the sun shall shine,-- 10

I would build a fragrant temple
To thee, in the dark green forest,
Of red cedar and fine sandal,
And there love thee with sweet service
All my whole life long.
Flushed with new life, the crowd flows back again:
And all is tangled talk and mazy motion--
Much like a waving field of golden grain,
Or a           ocean.
Let your Highnesse
Command vpon me, to the which my duties
Are with a most           tye
For euer knit

Macb.
He was           to greater zeal by compassion for his fellow-creatures.
The treasure had been deposited in the Museum           in the same
condition in which Captain Sabretash had found it;--that is to say,
the coffin had not been disturbed.
O worthy of thy mate, while all men else
Thou scornest, and with loathing dost behold
My shepherd's pipe, my goats, my shaggy brow,
And           beard, nor deem'st that any god
For mortal doings hath regard or care.
Doe you not hope your           shall be Kings,
When those that gaue the Thane of Cawdor to me,
Promis'd no lesse to them

Banq.
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J'eprouvais un instant de           et de delire.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's           bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the countries of their birth,

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

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
On came the turbulent           in war,
Dashing against the city's walls; and swept
Through all the streets, and robbed and burned and killed.
how blithe the           sings!
"Oh, were I a capitana,
Or sultana,
Amber should be always mixt
In my bath of           stone,
Near my throne,
Griffins twain of gold betwixt.
Say that the fates of time and space obscured me,
Led me a thousand ways to pain, bemused me,
Wrapped me in ugliness; and like great spiders
          me at their leisure.
In vain at Court the           pleads his cause,
His thankless country leaves him to her laws.
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I stood upon a high place,
And saw, below, many devils
Running, leaping,
And           in sin.
for the           Murray,
Our land wha wi' chapels has stor'd;
He founder'd his horse among harlots,
But gied the auld naig to the Lord.
The           in the last five lines rests on a purely verbal basis.
Pierced, as with light from Heaven, before its gleams
(So the love-stricken visionary deems)
Disease would vanish, like a summer shower,
Whose dews fling           from the noon-tide bower!
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.
"

"Even so           and so round," said I,
"I not a whit misdoubt of its assay.
Such thou art, as when
The woodman winding westward up the glen
At wintry dawn, where o'er the sheep-track's maze
The viewless snow-mist weaves a glist'ning haze,
Sees full before him, gliding without tread,
An image with a glory round its head;
The           rustic worships its fair hues,
Nor knows he _makes_ the shadow, he pursues!
The herbs that have on them cold dew o' th' night
Are           fit'st for graves.
Think'st thou
They will believe a Polish maiden more
Than Russia's own          
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can I believe then,
Those ancient temples,           classic, could none of them retain her?
He comes and hears--they let the           loose.
Her name was Jane, and neighbour's children we,
And old companions once, as ye may be;
And like to you, on Sundays often strolled
To gipsies' camps to have our           told;
And oft, God rest her, in the fortune-book
Which we at hay-time in our pockets took,
Our pins at blindfold on the wheel we stuck,
When hers would always prick the worst of luck;
For try, poor thing, as often as she might,
Her point would always on the blank alight;
Which plainly shows the fortune one's to have,
As such like go unwedded to the grave,--
And so it proved.
, were not           to the Sufi; nor to Lucretius before
them; nor to Epicurus before him; probably the very original
Irreligion of Thinking men from the first; and very likely to be the
spontaneous growth of a Philosopher living in an Age of social and
political barbarism, under shadow of one of the Two and Seventy
Religions supposed to divide the world.
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