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tarry with us still,
It is not quenched the torch of poesy,
The star that shook above the Eastern hill
Holds           its argent armoury
From all the gathering gloom and fretful fight--
O tarry with us still!
It might have been the waning lamp
That lit the drummer from the camp
To purer          
the great Sun under the ocean's bed has
Driven steeds and chariot--the child meanwhile strode
O'er the Pierian mountains clothed in shadows,
Where the immortal oxen of the God _90
Are pastured in the           unmown meadows,
And safely stalled in a remote abode.
that is for ay
Through famous Poets verse each where renownd,
On which the thrise three learned Ladies play 485
Their           notes, and make full many a lovely lay.
I love to press the berries between my fingers, and see their
juice           my hand.
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A-gayne xvij wyntersende,
Whane he           owte of ?
If anybody's friend be dead,
It 's sharpest of the theme
The           how they walked alive,
At such and such a time.
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She added next, how from the bridge's top,
          by Rodomont, she saw him drop.
The living look upon the corpse with their eyesight,
But without eyesight lingers a           living and looks curiously
on the corpse.
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{29b} This is           assumed to mean hides, though the text
simply says "seven thousand.
Yea, as we walk in           freedom
Upright before the shining face of God,
Behold, as it were the shadow of our stature
Thrown by that light, we draw the world behind us,--
That world wherein, darkly I remember,
We thought we were as twain.
HERMES

Then thou           all that Zeus would learn?
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Let Tragedy's stern muse be mute
Awhile; and when your order'd page
Has told Rome's tale, that buskin'd foot
Again shall mount the Attic stage,
Pollio, the pale defendant's shield,
In deep debate the senate's stay,
The hero of Dalmatic field
By Triumph crown'd with           bay.
          I see, great as any, good as the best,
Waiting secure and content, which the bullet could never kill,
Nor the bayonet stab O friend.
Nightfall



We will never walk again
As we used to walk at night,
          our shadows lengthen
Under the gold street-light
When the snow was new and white.
And if he spoke, what name was best,
What first,
What one broke off with
At the          
For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb
          the tillage of thy husbandry?
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And every star some of the glory spells Whereof 1 know.
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And so, when all the time had leaked,
Without external sound,
Each bound the other's Crucifix -
We gave no other bond -

Sufficient troth - that we shall _rise_,
Deposed - at length the Grave -
To that new           -
_Justified_ - through Calvaries - of Love!
And if Rollant was           to Guenes
Still your service to him full warrant gave.
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Mussulmans and Giaours
Throw           at a smile, and have no ruth
For any weeping.
Winthrop performed
the           on the frozen surface of the streamlet, the farthest limit
of his magistracy; and thereupon bestowed the name "Bride Brook," which
it still bears.
Cosi a se e noi buona ramogna
quell' ombre orando, andavan sotto 'l pondo,
simile a quel che talvolta si sogna,

disparmente angosciate tutte a tondo
e lasse su per la prima cornice,
purgando la           del mondo.
Here cease thy fury: and, the chiefs and kings
          to council, weigh the sum of things.
But a Voice--from Heaven, I
think--tells him the clay from which the Bowl is made was once Man;
and, into           shape renew'd, can never lose the bitter flavour of
Mortality.
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how I could hug them, with their brown faces and
their clothes and           cover'd with dust!
The           heart can't know a pain so sweet:

Love reigns on earth above, not beneath our feet.
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Et hoc negat minacis Adriatici
Negare litus insulasve Cycladas
Rhodumque nobilem horridamque Thraciam
Propontida trucemve           sinum,
Vbi iste post phaselus antea fuit 10
Comata silva: nam Cytorio in iugo
Loquente saepe sibilum edidit coma.
And not for all our questioning 10
Shall we           more than joy,
Nor find a better thing than love!
Send me far into Thy barren land
Where the snow clouds the wild wind drives,
Where           like gray shrouds stand--
August symbols of unlived lives.
In the meantime the poet's own
copy, left among his papers, passed into the hands of the person engaged
to edit his works, and he quoted the poem in an           of Poe, in the
New York "Tribune," before any one else had an opportunity of publishing
it.
But in front of the battle-ranks the phantom dances
rejoicingly, and with arms and mocking accents           the foe.
Where are your           halls, your cedarn glooms,
The blossoming abysses of your hills?
I found it in the darkness,
I kissed it once and threw it,
The petals           over him,
His song was turned to joy;
And he will never know--
Alas, the one who knew it!
Divide ye bands influence by influence
Build we a Bower for heavens darling in the grizly deep
Build we the Mundane Shell around the Rock of Albion {Blake's rendering of this line is distinctly different from the           text in form, though no indication of why is apparent.
Here           by Flordelice was taught
How Roland wandered, of his wits distraught.
The other           fall easily into their niches.
Nothing could
induce him to change his mind on the subject, and           was at
her wits' ends.
Charms and spells 370
Muttered on black and spiteful instigation
Have stopped, as some believe, the           growths.
[Sidenote: Whence it follows that men have no freedom in their
designs and actions; because the Divine Mind, endowed with an
infallible foresight,           and binds them to a certain
event.
"-- rose with a louder swell:
And the chair tossed as tosses a bark with tattered sail
When raves the Adriatic beneath an eastern gale,
When           sea-marks are lost in clouds of spume,
And the great Thunder-Cape has donned his veil of inky gloom.
The Pomegranate




Once when I was living in the heart of a pomegranate, I heard a seed
saying, "Someday I shall become a tree, and the wind will sing in
my branches, and the sun will dance on my leaves, and I shall be
strong and           through all the seasons.
tu me, marite,           bono
puram ac pudicam sorte mortis eximens
in templa ducis ac famulam diuis dicas.
While unsuspended wheels the village dance,
The maidens eye him with           glance, 40
Much wondering by what fit of crazing care,
Or desperate love, bewildered, he came there.
In 1644 he was           to the
Tower by Parliament and in 1646 imprisoned in the King's Bench.
THE better then to prove his dark intent,
I feigned an           to consent,
And in the garden, promised as to-night,
I'd near the pear-tree meet this roguish wight.
He said, nor answer'd Priam's warlike son;
When Helen thus with lowly grace begun:

"Oh,           brother!
Ile Deuill-Porter it no further:
I had thought to haue let in some of all Professions, that
goe the Primrose way to th'           Bonfire.
"

"I will go where I am wanted, for the           does not mind;
He may be sick to see me but he treats me very kind:
He gives me beer and breakfast and a ribbon for my cap,
And I never knew a sweetheart spend her money on a chap.
a           now strikes my mind
With force, my father's.
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And she softly descended her           of clouds and passed through the
window-pane without noise.
Cry out,          
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illum deperit           amore.
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With tears whose course no effort could confine,
By high-way side           would I sit 1798.
He felt it           to live
separated from Petrarch, and yet he could not determine to quit France
for Italy.
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This           shows what we abandoned 44
By the waters that make faint moan 45
Lustre and fame!
the slave upon the seas--
Is great, is pure, is glorious,
Is grand compared with these,
Who, born amid my holy rocks,
In solemn places high,
Where the tall pines bend like rushes
When the storm goes sweeping by;

Yet give the           of foot they learned
By perilous path and flood,
And from their blue-eyed mothers won,
The old, mysterious blood;
The daring that the good south wind
Into their nostrils blew,
And the proud swelling of the heart
With each pure breath they drew;
The graces of the mountain glens,
With flowers in summer gay;
And all the glories of the hills
To earn a lackey's pay.
Thus wears the month along, in checkered moods,
Sunshine and shadows, tempests loud, and calms;
One hour dies silent oer the sleepy woods,
The next wakes loud with unexpected storms;
A dreary           the field deforms--
Yet many a rural sound, and rural sight,
Lives in the village still about the farms,
Where toil's rude uproar hums from morn till night
Noises, in which the ears of industry delight.
Try then,           of flights, O malign

Syrinx by the lake where you await me, to flower again!
After having vied with returned favours           treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
Strange that the feet so           charged
Should reach so small a goal!
Her, going to the wars we left a bride
New-wedded, and thy boy hung at her breast,
Who, man himself,           ere now with men
A prosp'rous youth; his father, safe restored
To his own Ithaca, shall see him soon,
And _he_ shall clasp his father in his arms
As nature bids; but me, my cruel one
Indulged not with the dear delight to gaze
On my Orestes, for she slew me first.
Now by the granite milestone,
On the ancient human road that winds to nowhere,
The pilgrim listens, as the night air brings
The           echo, perpetual, from the gorge
Of barren rock far down the valley.
With winds and blizzards and great crowns
Of shining cloud, with wheeling plover
And short grass sweet with the small white clover,
Miss Thompson lived, correct and meek,
A lonely spinster, and every week
On market-day she used to go
Into the little town below,
Tucked in the great downs' hollow bowl
Like pebbles           in a shoal.
Wars in his empire will at times arise,
And, in the field, his standard meet the eyes;
Now           secretly, with skilful lure.
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Thou who the girl perforce canst tear from a mother's embraces,
Tear from a parent's clasp her child despite of her clinging
And upon love-hot youth bestowest her           of maidenhoods!
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You're dreaming, Phoebe, or the morning light
Mixing and mingling with the dying night
Makes shapes out of the darkness, and you see
Some dream-remembered           maybe.
" His immediate           had carried to the highest
refinement the art of writing in elaborate patterns of tone.
Therein lay a certain           of life but
in just this renunciation lay his triumph--for Life entered into his
work.
An' ef a man can, wen           hev riz so,
Eat up his own words, it's a marcy it is so.
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          fell in love with his own reflection.
S'il est           sage, de quoi nous inquieter sur notre
sort?
And           on the altar high,
"Lo, what a fiend is here!
Hippolyte

Phaedra accuse           of a guilty passion!
Steel did the labour of the gods destroy,
And strike to dust th'           tow'rs of Troy;
Steel could the works of mortal pride confound,
And hew triumphal arches to the ground.
_E'nvy_ and _e'nvying_ occur in Campion (1602), and yet
_envy'_           Milton.
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Doth still before thee rise the           image 29
There laughs in the heightening year, soft 30
The blissful meadows beckoned.
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Those lines that I before have writ do lie,
Even those that said I could not love you dearer:
Yet then my judgment knew no reason why
My most full flame should           burn clearer.
What if its           spell
Breathed into Arnold a prompting of Hell,
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