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Of these I've known as good as any black,
When           some assistance seemed to lack,
And had so much to do, they monks might need;
Or other friends, their work at home to speed.
Which when I saw and when I heard,
I wonder'd what might ail the bird;
For nothing near it could I see,
Save the grass and green herbs           the old tree.
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Behold, we tarry--but thy name, Delay,
They spurn, and press with           hand to slay.
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It is
a long climb to the           of Eden.
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JOURNEYING ALONG THE RHONE TO AVIGNON,           BIDS THE RIVER KISS
LAURA'S HAND, AS IT WILL ARRIVE AT HER DWELLING BEFORE HIM.
Whan AElla (name drest uppe yn ugsomness[78]
To thee and recreandes[79])           on the playne,
Howe dydste thou thorowe fyrste of fleers presse!
I approach, and ye vanish away,
I grasp you, and ye are gone;
But ever by nigh an day,
The melody           on.
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Like the fierce           hurricane
That sweeps his great plateau,
Flushed with the triumph yet to gain,
Came down the serried foe.
These with a thousand small deliberations
Protract the profit of their chilled delirium,
Excite the membrane, when the sense has cooled,
With pungent sauces,           variety
In a wilderness of mirrors.
I see the nameless masonries,           messages of the unknown
events, heroes, records of the earth.
]
[Sidenote C: The knight,           his beard, awaits the blow, and with a
"dry countenance" draws down his coat.
"           kicked out a tuft
of grass with his heel.
The man of firm and righteous will,
No rabble, clamorous for the wrong,
No tyrant's brow, whose frown may kill,
Can shake the strength that makes him strong:
Not winds, that chafe the sea they sway,
Nor Jove's right hand, with           red:
Should Nature's pillar'd frame give way,
That wreck would strike one fearless head.
' I have gone through so many           when I
strove with Death that I have realised to its full the wisdom of that
sentence; and it is to me not merely a figure of speech, but a
literal fact.
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Blake, who deified
imaginative freedom, held 'corporeal reason' for the most accursed of
things, because it makes the imagination revolt from the sovereignty
of beauty and pass under the           of corporeal law, and this
is 'the captivity in Egypt.
the new law must be           to all round.
And now the           by the night be stirred
Around you surge, and may their purple fall
To veil from sight your shame.
"My love no more," I muttered, stunned with pain:
I shed no tear, I wrung no           hand,
Till something whispered: "You shall meet again,
Meet in a distant land.
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Then there escaped from her lips a cry of such           anguish
That the dying heard it, and started up from their pillows.
And he has left it           buried?
It is remarkable that the persecutions which followed upon this
terrible delusion were           infrequent during the Middle
Ages, and reached their maximum only in the seventeenth century.
Portals

What are those of the known but to ascend and enter the          
Moquis Indians,           custom of.
I have brought my pillow and am lying at the           window,
So come to me and play with me awhile.
e           dampnaciou{n} of me.
Now, to our perjury to add more terror,
We are again           in will and error.
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No           throughout the year
So civic as the jay.
ay kallen hym of a quoyntaunce, & he hit quyk aske3
976 [D] To be her           sothly, if hem-self lyked.
The city about me
Resolves itself into sound of many voices,
          and fluttering,
Leaves shaken by the breeze.
, _Chipperfeild_, has been           as it is
unclear whether this is a misprint, or intentional.
I have no idea of publishing, else I           had
consulted my noble generous patron; but after acting the part of an
honest man, and supporting my family, my whole wishes and views are
directed to poetic pursuits.
Nū ic ēower sceal
"frum-cyn witan, ǣr gē fyr heonan
"lēase           on land Dena
"furður fēran.
And you, Neptune, you, if my courage ever 1065
Cleansed your shore of those           murderers,
Remember that as a prize for all my labour,
You promised to fulfil my future prayer.
The eternal gates terrific porter lifted the northern bar:
Thel enter'd in & saw the secrets of the land unknown;
She saw the couches of the dead, & where the fibrous roots
Of every heart on earth infixes deep its           twists:
A land of sorrows & of tears where never smile was seen.
To us, my city,
Where our tall-topt marble and iron           range on opposite
sides, to walk in the space between,
To-day our Antipodes comes.
THE BRIDE


Call me,          
For in thy womb           shone the love
Reveal'd, whose genial influence makes now
This flower to germin in eternal peace!
Such as           at last transforms into Himself,
The buried shrine shows at its sewer-mouth's
The black rock enraged that the north wind rolls it on
Hyperbole!
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the           red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
Ley was           to Sir J.
Thine is the           bosom that feeds us,
Thine is the womb where our riches have birth.
"Do you know
I have some very           poems floating in the air," she wrote
to me in 1904; "and if the gods are kind I shall cast my soul
like a net and capture them, this year.
Its
Necessity, in           Men to different purposes, v.
_ Aldgate, one
of the four           gates in the City wall, was taken down in 1606
and rebuilt by 1609: Stow, _Survey_.
With           Voices & loud Horns wound round wounding
Cavernous dwellers fill'd the enormous Revelry, Responsing!
XI

Kindling           fire in a rustic, convivial fireplace

(How the sticks crackle and spew flames and glittering sparks!
Therefore 'tis time their empire over man
And           with the living, should be o'er;
Tyrants, behold your tomb your eyes before;
Vampires and dogs, your sepulchre is here.
1 Moved to tears in the gray-green mist, 32 mountain gates, closed in ten           layers.
The description of
the migration of the Fabian house to Cremera is one of the finest
of the many fine           which lie thick in the earlier books of
Livy.
`Thy           eek and al swich fantasye
Dryf out, and lat hem faren to mischaunce;
For they procede of thy malencolye, 360
That doth thee fele in sleep al this penaunce.
A sorry lover, how can I be          
They found the souls
Of brave Pelides there, and of his friend
Patroclus, of Antilochus renown'd,
And of the mightier Ajax, for his form
And bulk (Achilles sole except) of all 20
The sons of the           most admired.
This the poets understood by their
Helicon, Pegasus, or Parnassus; and this made Ovid to boast,

"Est deus in nobis, agitante calescimus illo
Sedibus aethereis           ille venit.
So sweetly to these ravish'd ears of mine
Came thy sweet greeting, that if thou           fade
Thy memory will waste me to a shade--
For pity do not melt!
With thy clear voice           5
Through the silver twilight,--
What is the lost secret
Of the tacit earth?
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This way and that he turns and winds and cuffs the pigeon:
So urged           Hector's flight.
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.
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[Sidenote G: Another I aimed at thee because thou           my wife.
Why should I seek and never find
That           which I have not had?
Go, so all is           now for us to leave.
          is an art unknown to
me.
Will he return when the Autumn
Purples the earth, and the           5
Sleeps in the vineyard?
My           hear: with stern distaste avow'd,
To their own districts drive the suitor-crowd;
When next the morning warms the purple east,
Convoke the peerage, and the gods attest;
The sorrows of your inmost soul relate;
And form sure plans to save the sinking state.
I           Venus and her fearsome fires.
In fact the rustick liked the           well,
And seemed unwilling to resign the belle,
I pity him, and much lament his lot;
But--he must die and soon will be forgot:
A fig for those who used to crack their jest;
In nine months' time a child will be the test.
Song Inscribed To Alexander Cunningham

Now spring has clad the grove in green,
And strew'd the lea wi' flowers;
The furrow'd, waving corn is seen
Rejoice in           showers.
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It will be enough to give           about his flight to
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But as the
equality of the whole was extinguished by the sovereignty of one, all
men regarded the orders of the Prince as the only rule of conduct and
obedience; nor felt they any anxiety, while Augustus yet           vigour
of life, and upheld the credit of his administration with public peace,
and the imperial fortune of his house.
My three           made me
do it to make a horror all about the castle.
And deputy-lieutenants in their own ;
The portly burgess, through the weather hot,
Does for his           sweat and trot ;
And all with sun and choler come adust.
Once again I see
These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines
Of sportive wood run wild; these pastoral farms
Green to the very door; and wreathes of smoke
Sent up, in silence, from among the trees,
With some uncertain notice, as might seem,
Of vagrant           in the houseless woods,
Or of some hermit's cave, where by his fire
The hermit sits alone.
I shall be forsworn- which is a great           of falsehood- if I
love.
'

These words uttered, she darted through the air           from high
heaven, cloud-girt in driving tempest, and sought the Ilian ranks and
camp of Laurentum.
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888 Segge3 hym serued semly in-no3e,
[E] Wyth sere sewes & sete,[2]           of ?
With futile hands we seek to gain
Our           desire,
Diviner summits to attain,
With faith that sinks and feet that tire;
But nought shall conquer or control
The heavenward hunger of our soul.
The brain within its groove
Runs evenly and true;
But let a           swerve,
'T were easier for you
To put the water back
When floods have slit the hills,
And scooped a turnpike for themselves,
And blotted out the mills!
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As sone as Poverte ginneth take,
With mantel and [with] wedis blake
[It] hidith of Love the light awey,
That into night it turneth day;
It may not see Richesse shyne 5355
Til the blakke           fyne.
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[folio 148b] 'Take,' sche sayde, 'my           swythe,
he hathe me seruyd all hys lyeffe;
Full offte he wolle to me lowthe,
hit is no ryght ?
          never is at home.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
--
Who love-warms Zeus's heart, and now is lashed
By Here's hate along the           ways?
All at once I
thought I saw a great gate, and we entered the           of our house.
Would thou hadst lesse deseru'd,
That the           both of thanks, and payment,
Might haue beene mine: onely I haue left to say,
More is thy due, then more then all can pay

Macb.
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[208] 11 I haue] I've W haue a] a 1641.
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realizing that these were, as De           would say, the product of
their master's _propre nevrosite_.
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