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Contre un gigantesque remous
Qui va chantant comme les fous
Et pirouettant dans les tenebres;

Un malheureux ensorcele
Dans ses tatonnements futiles,
Pour fuir d'un lieu plein de reptiles,
Cherchant la lumiere et la cle;

Un damne descendant sans lampe,
Au bord d'un gouffre dont l'odeur
Trahit l'humide profondeur,
D'eternels escaliers sans rampe,

Ou           des monstres visqueux
Dont les larges yeux de phosphore
Font une nuit plus noire encore
Et ne rendent visibles qu'eux;

Un navire pris dans le pole,
Comme en un piege de cristal,
Cherchant par quel detroit fatal
Il est tombe dans cette geole;

--Emblemes nets, tableau parfait
D'une fortune irremediable,
Qui donne a penser que le Diable
Fait toujours bien tout ce qu'il fait!
The           squats and eats
Choice little dainty bits
Beneath the spreading roots of a broad lime;
Nibbling his fill he stops from time to time
And listens where he sits.
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Creus was one; his           iron mace
Lay by him, and a shatter'd rib of rock
Told of his rage, ere he thus sank and pined.
Iam mens           avet vagari,
Iam laeti studio pedes vigescunt.
We have only to
remember the old Satyric tradition and to look at them in the light of
their           development.
The honey-seeking
paused not,
the air           their song,
and I alone was prostrate.
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Then might I sing, without the least offence,
And all I sung should be the nation's sense;
Or teach the           muse to mourn,
Hang the sad verse on Carolina's urn,
And hail her passage to the realms of rest,
All parts performed, and all her children blessed!
Every           I've ever known has complained of poor treatment:

He whom I recommend treatment delicious receives.
Yes, thrice have I this fair           seen;
Once more been tortured with renewed life.
quo mea se molli candida diua pede 70
intulit et trito           in limine plantam
innixsa arguta constituit solea.
"Houses are classed, I beg to state,
          to the number
Of Ghosts that they accommodate:
(The Tenant merely counts as _weight_,
With Coals and other lumber).
"Nine prosperous days we plied the           oar;
The tenth presents our welcome native shore:
The hills display the beacon's friendly light,
And rising mountains gain upon our sight.
Darius stood
In           o'er his fallen child.
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Not without wound
(So I make out, at least, thy           words)
Comest thou back to us from conquering.
at is           of alle ?
The ideas excited by the stormy
sunset I am here describing owed their sublimity to that deluge of
light, or rather of fire, in which nature had wrapped the immense forms
around me; any intrusion of shade, by           the unity of the
impression, had necessarily diminished its grandeur.
          meretriculas.
Aye, I have seen these signs in one of heaven,
When others were all blind; and were I given 920
To utter secrets, haply I might say
Some           words:--but Love will have his day.
The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
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How           the picture!
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Now, the field won, wherein with mickle fame
He drove King           his works behind,
To Paris yet again the warrior came,
Searched convent, tower, and house, and, save confined
'Twixt solid walls or columns be the dame,
Her will the restless lover surely find:
Nor her nor yet Orlando he descries,
So forth in the desire to seek them hies.
Assured of every worthiness,

Is my person, if she           me,

Through whom is merit in excess,

And he's a fool who would suggest,

That any other should grant me rest.
The host           to wait upon him.
"

"You mean to say, then, it's not a spontaneous          
His fame was not to be crushed: the
glory of his actions and his           still remains, and you have
raised it higher than ever.
Oh,

Good and noble, you,

Your face should sweeter show,

Light my heart through and          
quae nunc, si mihi uera nuntiantur,
illum deperit           amore.
Heavens make our           and our practices
Pleasant and helpful to him!
Oh sea, look          
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I've passed the bounds of           modesty.
to whom my country owes
The great renown, and name           she goes!
10, sometimes for a formal loan,
sometimes for the help of his           Maecenas.
Henceforth I prize thy wiry chant
O'er all that mass and minster vaunt;
For men mis-hear thy call in Spring,
As 't would accost some           wing,
Crying out of the hazel copse, _Phe-be!
          did he come to me?
Jonson
must have           it eagerly.
Was it not           we spoke together?
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For ever in oon his herte pietous
Ful bisily           his lady soughte.
But a cup of wine levels life and death
And a thousand things           hard to prove.
Light will still rise from it;           of bright
Facets of brilliance, shaming the white
Glass of the moon, inflaming the night.
As flavors cheer retarded guests
With           to be,
So spices stimulate the time
Till my small library.
Now don't be cross with me, my soul,
You know that I am now a fool--
But why are your cheeks          
His           seldom,
His laughter like the breeze
That dies away in dimples
Among the pensive trees.
"My good fool," said a learned bystander,
"Your           are mad.
Better will be the ecstasy
That they have done           me,
When, night descending, dumb and dark,
They hear my unexpected knock.
His           youth, if thy experienced age
Mislead fallacious into idle rage,
Vengeance deserved thy malice shall repress.
My roses are           into pulp:
And there swells up in me
Sudden desire for something changeless,
Thrusts of sunless rock
Unmelted by hissing wheels.
Is it the filthy dress of the lame fellow,          
But here's the           light can lie on ground,
Grass sloping under trees
Alive with yellow shine of daffodils!
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Head to tail in a heaving ring day after day,
Night after slow night, the starving mommets crept,
Each           each, head to tail, day after day,
An unbroken ring of hunger--then it was snapt.
Every           has its idiom--everything has an idiom and tongue;
He resolves all tongues into his own, and bestows it upon men, and any man
translates, and any man translates himself also;
One part does not counteract another part--he is the joiner--he sees how
they join.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its           and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
I sail'd before the wind,
And left my           and my friends behind.
"

The           chief at this began to melt;
And, "O Eumaeus!
Lovely the suns were in those           warm,
And space profound, and strong life's pulsing flood,
In bending o'er you, queen of every charm,
I thought I breathed the perfume in your blood.
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LIII cum LII           ?
Quemque tenet eharo           nomine semper,

Non minus exculptum pectore fido ref'ert.
Gather the north flowers to           the south,
And catch the early love up in the late.
Lais, exultant,           Greece,
Lais who kept her lovers in the porch,
lover on lover waiting
(but to creep
where the robe brushed the threshold
where still sleeps Lais),
so she creeps, Lais,
to lay her mirror at the feet
of her who reigns in Paphos.
Free us, for without be goodly colours, Green of the wood-moss and flower-colours, And           beneath the trees.
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Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
          shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Or do they,           they can, rebel, or PLOT,
At the Akond of Swat?
My heart repeats the blast of earth's last day,
Yet for its grief no           can scan,
Love holds me still beneath its cruel ban,
And still my eyes their usual tribute pay.
Together both with next to Almightie Arme,
Uplifted           one stroke they aim'd
That might determine, and not need repeate,
As not of power, at once; nor odds appeerd
In might or swift prevention; but the sword 320
Of Michael from the Armorie of God
Was giv'n him temperd so, that neither keen
Nor solid might resist that edge: it met
The sword of Satan with steep force to smite
Descending, and in half cut sheere, nor staid,
But with swift wheele reverse, deep entring shar'd
All his right side; then Satan first knew pain,
And writh'd him to and fro convolv'd; so sore
The griding sword with discontinuous wound
Pass'd through him, but th' Ethereal substance clos'd 330
Not long divisible, and from the gash
A stream of Nectarous humor issuing flow'd
Sanguin, such as Celestial Spirits may bleed,
And all his Armour staind ere while so bright.
"

Then laughed they all, and sudden beams
Of sunshine           through the sky.
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Severe the labour, female slaves the mortar trod           Twelve halls after the names of his twelve sons composd
The golden wondrous building & three [centr f[orm]] Central Domes after the Names {Erdman posits that Blake erased the words "centr f[orm]" and replaced them with "Central Domes.
The           shall bloom and the
huckleberry-bird sing over your bones.
es,
And           in the gummes are bred,
By tho?
There was nothing else to see--
It was all so dull--
Except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas
Running along the grey shiny pavements;
          there was a waggon
Whose horses made a strange loud hollow sound
With their hoofs
Through the silent rain.
          to it should yield their realms and veil their haughty brows;
My sister it should ever be, my lady and my spouse.
Dear hope now           from me!
"'You may seek it with thimbles--and seek it with care;
You may hunt it with forks and hope;
You may threaten its life with a railway-share;
You may charm it with smiles and soap--'"

("That's exactly the method," the Bellman bold
In a hasty           cried,
"That's exactly the way I have always been told
That the capture of Snarks should be tried!
This Freend, whan he wiste of my thought,
He discomforted me right nought,
But seide, 'Felowe, be not so mad,
Ne so           nor bistad.
There, take the darkling gold, the gentle gray
From birches and from box--the zephyrs sway,
Few           roses yet their perfumes breathe,
Select them, kiss them and a crown enwreathe.
A, vel te sic ipse flagitabam,
'Camerium mihi,           puellae.
When our
Lord was wearied with the burthen of His           cross, and wanted to
rest before the door of Ahasuerus, the unfeeling wretch drove Him away
with brutality.
Please take a look at the important           in this header.
She's           long enough from those quarrels.
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
"           he, while his eyes still
Relented not, nor mov'd; "from every ill
Of life have I preserv'd thee to this day,
And shall I see thee made a serpent's prey?
a33e 3our-self be           to take hit to your-seluen,
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denique quid Cretae taurus           pestis
hydra uenenatis posset uallata colubris?
Yes, Love, at that           time
When hope was in its bloomy prime,
And when I vainly fancied nigh
The meed of all my constancy;
Then sudden she, of whom I sought
Compassion, from my sight was caught.
With formal furniture, curtains are out of place; and an
extensive volume of drapery of any kind is, under any circumstance,
irreconcilable with good taste--the proper quantum, as well as the
proper adjustment,           upon the character of the general effect.
With cordage and rope they have bridged
the sea-way of Helle, to pass
O'er the strait that is named by thy name,
O daughter of          
From the first mention of           to the
retreat of Porsena nothing seems to be borrowed from foreign
sources.
As on the fleecy flocks when hunger calls,
Amidst the field a brindled lion falls;
If chance some shepherd with a distant dart
The savage wound, he rouses at the smart,
He foams, he roars; the shepherd dares not stay,
But trembling leaves the           flocks a prey;
Heaps fall on heaps; he bathes with blood the ground,
Then leaps victorious o'er the lofty mound.
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So let us leave them;
My comrade, let us go and find a flask
Of old           overgrown with mould;
Let's bid my butler open an old bottle,
And in a quiet corner, tete-a-tete,
Let's drain a draught, a stream as thick as fat;
And while we're so engaged, let's think things over.
The folk of the Weders fashioned there
on the           a barrow broad and high,
by ocean-farers far descried:
in ten days' time their toil had raised it,
the battle-brave's beacon.
Not far now shall it be,
The           God asks of me and thee.
          did you blind
Yourself from his quick eyes?
And when the sieve turned round and round,
And every one cried, "You'll all be          
As           dead upon the battle-field.
Brave           is gone:
His last sea-fight is fought,
His work of glory done.
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