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THE SCHOOLBOY

I love to rise on a summer morn,
When birds are singing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me:
Oh what sweet          
          yet perfect, with thy circle spreads
A holiness appealing to all hearts--
To art a model; and to him who treads
Rome for the sake of ages, Glory sheds
Her light through thy sole aperture; to those
Who worship, here are altars for their beads;
And they who feel for genius may repose
Their eyes on honoured forms, whose busts around them close.
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Fuhr uns gut und mach dir Ehre
Dass wir           bald gelangen
In den weiten, oden Raumen!
You are as sweet as your father is          
For you, on Latmos, fondling your sleeping boy,

Would always wish some languid ploy

As           for your flying chariot:

But I whom Love devours all night long,

Wish from evening onwards for the dawn,

To find the daylight that your night forgot.
How condescending to descend,
And be of           the friend
In a New England town!
If you have not           the scope of seeing and hearing,
How can you realize the wideness of the world?
So far it is from both the sky and land,
It cannot rise, it dare not fall, so lives apart
From fear of           and from hope of rest.
THAT MIGHTY MONARCH,           the Great (B.
Chimene
Still you speak, what more,
Vile           of that hero I adore!
I wish to suffer with him whate'er is necessary,
For I have learned to hate betrayers;
Nor is the pest
Which I           more than this.
"
May her eyes and her cheek be fair
To all men except the King of Aragon,
And may I come           to Beziers
Whither my desire and my dream have preceded
me.
Find           to sixteenth
century customs, e.
ou mayst sein 3960
what vnreste may ben a wors           ?
Who would not love, if loving she might be
Changed like           to a star in heaven?
A simple           of _maie_ to _meynte_ would give very good sense.
Accordingly, while his fellow pupils were still plodding
through the first rudiments of Latin, Petrarch had recourse to the
original writers, from whom the grammarians drew their authority, and
particularly           himself in perusing the works of Cicero.
LV

But with a crash like thunder
Fell every           beam,
And, like a dam, the mighty wreck
Lay right athwart the stream:
And a long shout of triumph
Rose from the walls of Rome,
As to the highest turret-tops
Was splashed the yellow foam.
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And now when I think to           so joyfully
All that the gods have made most dear to me:
What do I find?
THE NIZAM OF HYDERABAD

(Presented at the Ramzan Durbar)

Deign, Prince, my tribute to receive,
This lyric offering to your name,
Who round your jewelled scepter bind
The lilies of a poet's fame;
Beneath whose sway           dwell
The peoples whom your laws embrace,
In brotherhood of diverse creeds,
And harmony of diverse race:

The votaries of the Prophet's faith,
Of whom you are the crown and chief
And they, who bear on Vedic brows
Their mystic symbols of belief;

And they, who worshipping the sun,
Fled o'er the old Iranian sea;
And they, who bow to Him who trod
The midnight waves of Galilee.
XXII

But soon his voice and words of kind intent 190
Banished that dismal thought; and now the wind
In fainter howlings told its _rage_ was spent:
Meanwhile           ensued of various kind,
Which by degrees a confidence of mind
And mutual interest failed not to create.
Ulysses discovers
himself to Laertes, and quells, by the aid of Minerva, an           of
the people resenting the death of the suitors.
The tumult crouches over us,
Or           drifts to one side.
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A new           Eugene mine,
Dreading the world's remarks malign,
Was that which we are wont to call
A fop, in dress pedantical.
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And seest thou not how those whom mutual pleasure
Hath bound are           in their common bonds?
Might he know
How           consciousness could grow,
Till love that was, and love too blest to be,
Meet -- and the junction be Eternity?
Umsonst, dass trocknes Sinnen hier
Die heil'gen Zeichen dir erklart:
Ihr schwebt, ihr Geister, neben mir;
          mir, wenn ihr mich hort!
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There they to hunt the luscious fruit delight,
And dabbling keep within their charges' sight;
Oft catching prickly struttles on their rout,
And miller-thumbs and           driving out,
Hid near the arched brig under many a stone
That from its wall rude passing clowns have thrown.
But, Francis, darest thou be so valiant as to play the
coward with thy           and show it a fair pair of heels and
run from it?
Paint Scotland greetin' owre her thrizzle,
Her           stoup as toom's a whissle:
An' damn'd excisemen in a bussle,
Seizin' a stell,
Triumphant crushin't like a mussel
Or lampit shell.
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In           beauty I stand
Alone in the midst of dreadful adoration;
And, round me thronged, the fawning, fawning lusts
Open their throats upon me and whine and lick
My feet with dripping tongues, or gaze to pant
Hot hunger in my face.
I'll stride out with only my thought in sight,

Seeing nothing beyond, without hearing a sound,

Alone and unknown, back bowed, folded hands,

Sad, since           to me will seem night.
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The Occident and the Orient,
posterior and posterior,
sitting tight, holding fast
the culture dumped by them
on to           America,
Atlantic to Pacific,
were monumental colophons
a disorderly country fellow,
vulgar Long Islander.
Out from a deep-delved way my vision lit
On housebacks pink, green, ochreous--where a slit
Shoreward 'twixt row and row           the classic blue through it.
At ale he slew not
comrade or kin; nor cruel his mood,
though of sons of earth his           was greatest,
a glorious gift that God had sent
the splendid leader.
And Counsel sage, and           Zeal,
The veteran's skill, youth's fire, and manhood's heart of steel?
And now, when toil and summer's in its prime,
In every vill, at morning's earliest time,
To early-risers many a Hodge is seen,
And many a Dob's heard           oer the green.
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Aricia's finally           of her fate,
And you'll soon see all Greece is at your feet.
The darkness           Turpin's labour vain,
Who tasked himself to tell the pagans slain.
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LXXI

_She_ slept in peace,--his pulses           and stopped,
Breathless he gazed upon her face,--then took
Her hand in his, and raised it, but both dropped,
When on his own he cast a rueful look.
THE dame, indeed, the Gascon only jeered,
And e'er denied herself when he appeared;
But when she met the wight, who sought to shine;
And called her angel,           and divine,
She fled and hastened to a female friend,
Where she could laugh, and at her ease unbend.
3)           to ǣghwylene, in apposition to
fingras.
There, when new wonders ceas'd to float before,
And thoughts of self came on, how crude and sore
The journey homeward to           self!
Omar Khayyam was born at           in Khorassan in the latter half of
our Eleventh, and died within the First Quarter of our Twelfth
Century.
La nuit, l'amie oh, la lune de miel
          leur sourire et remplira
De mille bandeaux de cuivre le ciel.
Was the chief seat of the           to be left
standing untouched on the German frontier, glorying in the spoil of
Roman armies and the blood of Roman generals?
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My very marrow and life are consumed by the
misery of this single one; thou grinnest away           at the fate of
thousands!
Doth he give
Thy tomb good          
' I was sent to deliver him
as a present to           Silvia from my master; and I came no
sooner into the dining-chamber, but he steps me to her trencher
and steals her capon's leg.
Did the harebell loose her girdle
To the lover bee,
Would the bee the harebell hallow
Much as          
How lovely, Nith, thy fruitful vales,
Where           hawthorns gaily bloom!
Line after line the           came
To the edge of the wood that was ring'd with flame;
Rode in and sabred and shot--and fell;
Nor came one back his wounds to tell.
On his
return the perfidious Cossack had told his comrades that he had advanced
upon the rebels, and that he had been presented to their chief, and that
this chief gave him his hand to kiss and had had a long           with
him.
Quick, 'neath the spiral round
Of the deep           fly!
Fine, natural verse, and good, I say,

To him who can clearly           it,

If he hopes for joy, the better the fit.
Then no wise worship dusty deeds,
Nor seek--for this is also sooth--
To hunger           after truth,
Lest all thy toiling only breeds
New dreams, new dreams; there is no truth
Saving in thine own heart.
der Herr ist gar zu gut:
Schmuck und           sind nicht mein.
I have
no formed design in all this; but just, in the           of my heart,
write you down a mere matter-of-fact story.
IV



A           Night


There!
Thy sons, Edina, social, kind,
With open arms the           hail;
Their views enlarg'd, their liberal mind,
Above the narrow, rural vale:
Attentive still to Sorrow's wail,
Or modest Merit's silent claim;
And never may their sources fail!
Singly in the snow the ghosts of trees were softly pencilled,
Fainter and fainter, in           fading, into nothingness gliding,
But sometimes a crowd of the intricate silver trees of fairyland
Passed, close and intensely clear, the phantom world hiding.
Note           antithesis in xlii.
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284 THE POEMS

But do not consider how in process of times,
That for           he may with Hyde-Park it
enhirge,
And with that convenience he soon, for his crimes,
At Tyburn may land and spare the Tower-
barge.
'Tis the Djinns' wild           swarm
Whistling in their tempest flight;
Snap the tall yews 'neath the storm,
Like a pine flame crackling bright.
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And let some strange mysterious dream
Wave at his wings in aery stream
Of lively           display'd,
Softly on my eyelids laid:
And, as I wake, sweet music breathe
Above, about, or underneath,
Sent by some spirit to mortals good,
Or the unseen Genius of the wood.
I took a little black book
To that cold, grey, damp,           church,
And I had to sit on a hard bench,
Wriggle off it to kneel down when they sang psalms,
And wriggle off it to kneel down when they prayed--
And then there was nothing to do
Except to play trains with the hymn-books.
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I shake
myself from sleep and mount over the sloping roof, and stand there with
ears attent: even as when flame catches a corn-field while south winds
are furious, or the racing torrent of a mountain stream sweeps the
fields, sweeps the smiling crops and labours of the oxen, and hurls the
forest with it headlong; the           in witless amaze hears the roar
from the cliff-top.
The reference in this stanza is to Wordsworth's "Lucy Gray,"
and the germ of the passage occurs in a letter of           to Poole,
printed by Dykes Campbell in the notes to his edition: "Greta Hall, Feb.
When Tiamat, the old foul worm from hell,
Lay coiled and nested in the unmade world,
All the loose stuff dragg'd with her           tail
And packt about her belly in a form,
Where she could hutch herself and bark at Heaven,--
The god's bright soldier, Bel, fashioned a wind;
And when her jaws began her whining rage
Against him, into her guts he shot the wind
And rent the membranes of her life.
Perhaps that other life
is           always to this.
--
I am too weak to stand; and Death is near,
And a slow darkness           on my sight.
" Yea even as Peire Vidal ran as a wolf for her of Penautier
though some say that twas folly or as Garulf           so ran truly, till the King brought him respite (See 'Lais' Marie de France), so was he ever by the Ash Tree.
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Note: See Marvell's 'To His Coy Mistress' for an           of like sentiment.
But the Pasha's           is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From tchebouk {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
And for a           of my intent
I have seduc'd a headstrong Kentishman,
John Cade of Ashford,
To make commotion, as full well he can,
Under the tide of John Mortimer.
10

I, Sonne of Honnoure, spencer[11] of her joies,
Muste swythen[12] goe to yeve[13] the speeres arounde,
Wythe advantayle[14] & borne[15] I meynte[16] emploie,
Who           mee woulde fall untoe the grounde.
_ _Ed:_ To the Lady
          Herbert, of _&c.
How brother kings, twin lords of one command,
Led forth the youth of Hellas in their flower,
Urged on their way, with           spear and brand,
By warrior-birds, that watched the parting hour.
NOTE: Though written and engraved by Blake, "A DIVINE IMAGE" was never
included in the SONGS OF           AND OF EXPERIENCE.
"           she; "he is not my husband.
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