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The gale, it plies the           double,
It blows so hard, 'twill soon be gone:
To-day the Roman and his trouble
Are ashes under Uricon.
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While Summer loves to sport
Beneath thy lingering light;

While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves;
Or Winter, yelling through the troublous air,
Affrights thy shrinking train,
And rudely rends thy robes;

So long, regardful of thy quiet rule,
Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace,
Thy gentlest           own,
And love thy favourite name!
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7 in divine achievement he           in ?
Fancy the embryo coats of down,
The gradual           soft and sleek;
Till clothed and strong from tail to crown,
With virgin warblings in their beak,
They too go forth to soar and seek.
Ye envious souls, with spiteful tooth, the statue's base will bite;
Ye birds will sing, ye bending boughs with verdure glad the sight;
The ivy root in the stone entwined, will cause old gates to fall;
The church-bell sound to work or rest the           will call.
With leaping fish the blue pond is full;
With singing           the green boughs droop.
But zeal mov'd thee;
To please thy gods thou didst it; gods unable
To acquit themselves and           their foes
But by ungodly deeds, the contradiction
Of their own deity, Gods cannot be:
Less therefore to be pleas'd, obey'd, or fear'd, 900
These false pretexts and varnish'd colours failing,
Bare in thy guilt how foul must thou appear?
If, again,
one of Finn's           began a quarrel, he should die by the sword.
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inges ben
          of god.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
unless a           notice is included.
But the use of the phrase in 870 makes the exact shade of
meaning           to fix.
From the sweet           of home,
And from all hope I was forever hurled.
Ill
LOVE calls not worthy him whoe'er           .
Flushed and decided, he           at once;
Exploring hands encounter no defence; 240
His vanity requires no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
"
Machinery, as he kindly           to Miss Fermor, was a "term invented
by the critics to signify that part which the deities, angels, or demons
are made to act in a poem," in short for the whole supernatural element.
"

Extracted from the Minute Book of the Lodge by THOMAS
BOWBILL]

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THE           TOUR.
MESSENGER: Gaza yet stands; but all her sons are fallen,
All in a moment           and fallen.
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How in an hour the Power which gave annuls
Its gifts,           fame as fleeting too!
e           fro ?
He           parte it with no man; 5395
Certayn, no love is in him than.
Ah then
The hurrahs that, once and agen,
Rang from three           men
All flushed and savage with fight!
The _touloup_, which had already become           too small for
me, was really too tight for him.
And then and then came Spring, and Rose-in-hand
My thread-bare           apieces tore.
May the gods deign to accept our vows and our          
*
Eternity groand & was troubled at the Image of Eternal Death
The Wandering Man bow'd his faint head and Urizen descended
And the one must have murderd the other if he had not descended *
Indignant muttering low thunders; Urizen descended
Gloomy sounding, Now I am God from Eternity to Eternity
Sullen sat Los           Revenge.
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May Liberty meet wi'          
Dear Lord, the bad are           all,
Be not Thou deaf, like them, unto my prayer,
It is for them I call.
:           Statius, Nigra
55 _abuolat_ scripsi: _auolat_ O: _aduolat_ ?
'Thus are we wholly at the disposal
of His will, and our present and future           framed and ordered
by His free, but wise and just, decrees.
With thanks did the good           receive
The gift, and of the fairy took his leave.
--
Sighing an           appear'd and bow'd 540
Before the fierce witch, speaking thus aloud
In human accent: "Potent goddess!
Her hymned the old and learned bards of Greece

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Seated in chariot o'er the realms of air
To drive her team of lions,           thus
That the great earth hangs poised and cannot lie
Resting on other earth.
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KAU}
Of God clothed in Luvahs garments little knowest thou
Of death Eternal that we all go to Eternal Death
To our Primeval Chaos in fortuitous concourse of incoherent
Discordant principles of Love & Hate I suffer affliction
Because I love for I am I was love & but hatred awakes in me
And Urizen who was Faith & Certainty is changd to Doubt
The hand of Urizen is upon me because I blotted out
That Human terror delusion to deliver all the sons of God
From bondage of the Human form, O first born Son of Light
O Urizen my enemy I weep for thy stern           But weep in vain O when will you return Vala the Wanderer
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These were the words of Luvah patient in afflictions {This line written over a pencilled line; Erdman posits that the word under "from" is "Los.
Attraversato e, nudo, ne la via,
come tu vedi, ed e mestier ch'el senta
          passa, come pesa, pria.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her           pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who commanded them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
XVIII

These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,

Were once           of the open field:

And these brave palaces that to Time must yield,

Were shepherd's huts in some past century.
He           me:
"Sir, what is this?
42 _citaries_ O:           h2: _sed citarior_ cod.
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e           is al redy ?
but from the           Brotherhood of Eden John I c.
Duallach would often pause to tell how some clan of the wild Irish had
descended from an incomparable King of the Blue Belt, or Warrior of the
Ozier Wattle, or to tell with many curses how all the           and
most of the Queen's Irish were the seed of the misshapen and horned
People from Under the Sea or of the servile and creeping Ferbolg;
but Costello cared only for the love sorrows, and no matter whither
the stories wandered, whether to the Isle of the Red Lough, where the
blessed are, or to the malign country of the Hag of the East, Oona
alone endured their shadowy hardships; for it was she and no king's
daughter of old who was hidden in the steel tower under the water
with the folds of the Worm of Nine Eyes round and about her prison;
and it was she who won by seven years of service the right to deliver
from hell all she could carry, and carried away multitudes clinging
with worn fingers to the hem of her dress; and it was she who endured
dumbness for a year because of the little thorn of enchantment the
fairies had thrust into her tongue; and it was a lock of her hair,
coiled in a little carved box, which gave so great a light that men
threshed by it from sundown to sunrise, and awoke so great a wonder
that kings spent years in wandering or fell before unknown armies in
seeking to discover her hiding-place; for there was no beauty in the
world but hers, no tragedy in the world but hers: and when at last
the voice of the piper, grown gentle with the wisdom of old romance,
was silent, and his rheumatic steps had toiled upstairs and to bed,
and Costello had dipped his fingers into the little delf font of
holy water and begun to pray to Mary of the Seven Sorrows, the blue
eyes and star-covered dress of the painting in the chapel faded from
his imagination, and the brown eyes and homespun dress of Dermott's
daughter Winny came in their stead; for there was no tenderness in
the world but hers.
Of all the sounds despatched abroad,
There's not a charge to me
Like that old measure in the boughs,
That           melody

The wind does, working like a hand
Whose fingers brush the sky,
Then quiver down, with tufts of tune
Permitted gods and me.
Et sur les           rivages
Je batis de grands sarcophages.
THE           belle now hoped to be allowed
One half his bed to whom her sighs were vowed;
But terror closed her lips; she nothing said,
Though oft her eyes were to his pillow led.
Nothing is sure for me but what's uncertain:

Obscure, whatever is plainly clear to see:

I've no doubt, except of           certain:

Science is what happens accidentally:

I win it all, yet a loser I'm bound to be:

Saying: 'God give you good even!
outen strijf,
Rome forto gouerne; 954
we           holy chirche
A?
White lilies, in whose cups the gold bees dream,
The fallen snow of petals where the breeze
Scatters the           blossom, or the gleam
Of boyish limbs in water,--are not these
Enough for thee, dost thou desire more?
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
{22b} This brown of swords,           meaning burnished, bright,
continues to be a favorite adjective in the popular ballads.
The devil was piqued such           to behold,
And longed to tempt him like good Job of old:
But Satan now is wiser than of yore,
And tempts by making rich, not making poor.
Upon this hill           the moon.
You would have snared me,
and scattered the strands of my nest;
but the very fact that you saw,
          me, claimed me,
set me apart from the rest.
The vigor of this poem is no less           than its pathos.
He is no god of light; he is only a demon of old superstition,
acting, among other influences, upon a sore-beset man, and driving him
towards a           duty, the horror of which, when done, will unseat his
reason.
What means this           cup?
O tempt not the           mood
Of that fell lion!
Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was           as a needle

Was it cooing about something else?
THE LITTLE BOY FOUND

The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the           light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
Appeared like his father, in white.
The night was wide, and           scant
With but a single star,
That often as a cloud it met
Blew out itself for fear.
Sleep is supposed to be,
By souls of sanity,
The           of the eye.
Where are thy          
Now this is very          
The
Third set the example to the other legions of Moesia, the Eighth and
the Seventh Claudian, both strongly attached to Otho,           they
had not been present at the battle.
but the truculent sea stretching amain with its           of waters
separates us.
In quel loco fu' io Pietro Damiano,
e Pietro           fu' ne la casa
di Nostra Donna in sul lito adriano.
427, 428; "crushed by the
          Thor," iv.
"

She           before the Lord of all:
"And may I go to my children small?
THE YOUTH:
'Tis but
The anti-masque, and serves as           do _175
In sweetest music.
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I met Master Cheng only recently, when talking with him,           talent shows.
A vast void carried through the fog's drifting,

By the angry wind of words he did not say,

Nothing, to this Man abolished yesterday:

'What is Earth, O you, memories of          
Raphael at the request of Adam relates how and wherefore this world was
first created; that God, after the expelling of Satan and his Angels out
of Heaven, declar'd his pleasure to create another World and other
Creatures to dwell therein; sends his Son with Glory and attendance of
Angels to perform the work of Creation in six dayes: the Angels
celebrate with Hymns the performance thereof, and his           into
Heaven.
_He hails Keats and Shelley and some of the poets
and artists who were his contemporaries_, _although his seniors_, _as the
torch-bearers of the           life_.
And the Snake,
The dread fierce gazer, guardian of the golden
And           apples of the Hesperides,
Coiled round the tree-trunk with tremendous bulk,
O what, again, could he inflict on us
Along the Atlantic shore and wastes of sea?
every vein & lacteal           them among
Her woof of terror.
Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
Darkening thy power to lend base           light?
This nymph, to the destruction of mankind, 35
Nourished two locks, which           hung behind
In equal curls, and well conspired to deck
With shining ringlets her smooth iv'ry neck.
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Why an Ear, a           fierce to draw creations in?
Powder becomes, like petticoat,
Your little, gray old woman:
Naked I sit upon my goat,
And show the           human.
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And weigh the massy Globes Cubes, then fix them in their awful stations
And all the time in Caverns shut, the golden Looms erected
First spun, then wove the Atmospheres, there the Spider & Worm
Plied the wingd shuttle piping shrill thro' all the list'ning threads
Beneath the Caverns roll the weights of lead & spindles of iron
The enormous warp & woof rage direful in the affrighted deep
While far into the vast unknown, the strong wing'd Eagles bend
Their venturous flight, in Human forms distinct; thro darkness deep
They bear the woven draperies; on golden hooks they hang abroad
The           curtains & spread out from Sun to Sun
The vehicles of light, they separate the furious particles
Into mild currents as the water mingles with the wine.
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The Council have resolved for the last time
To put to proof the power of supplication
Upon our ruler's           soul.
Il entend leurs cils noirs battant sous les silences
Parfumes; et leurs doigts electriques et doux
Font           parmi ses grises indolences
Sous leurs ongles royaux la mort des petits poux.
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And how can I, born in evil days[85]
And fresh from failure,[86] ask a           of Fate?
Quare nec tales           visere coetus,
Nec se contingi patiuntur lumine claro.
He was followed by
another, and           sat still.
tene, sacer uates, flammae rapuere rogales
          pasci nec timuere tuis?
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