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The gods denying, in just indignation,

Your walls,           by that ancient instance

Of fraternal strife, a sure foundation.
Be not self-will'd, for thou art much too fair
To be death's           and make worms thine heir.
If I sigh through the window when Jerry
The ploughman goes by, I grow bold;
And if I'm disposed to be merry,
My parents do nothing but scold;
And Jerry the clown, and no other,
Eer cometh to marry or woo;
They think me the moral of mother
And judge me a           shrew.
Prometheus, forced, they say, to add
To his prime clay some           part
From every kind, took lion mad,
And lodged its gall in man's poor heart.
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Let any mortal find rest, softer,           he can.
--O buffet du vieux temps, tu sais bien des histoires,
Et tu           conter tes contes, et tu bruis
Quand s'ouvrent lentement tes grands portes noires.
We sewed up the wound in his temple,           his foot, and applied a
square inch of black plaster to the tip of his nose.
Only ye would not pass beyond the cape
That has the poplar on it: there ye fixt
Your limit, oft           with the tide.
But O the ship, the           ship!
Thus wings thy           from the realms above?
          coniunx felici foedere diuam,
dedatur cupido iam dudum nupta marito.
Ni quod inomati Triviae sint forte capilli,

Huic sed sollicit^           acu.
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Hand-shakes drive away the cold;
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No man such rare parts hath that he can swim,
If favour or           help not him.
"
He heard her speak and           her words with favor.
They weep:--from off their           stems
Perennial tears descend in gems.
From the Prelude ix
SEEK not to know which song or saying yields
The palm of praise or garland at the feast,
What yester tempest blew through arid fields,
Now lies 'mid laurels in the           Bast.
Before that day, if any Greek invite
His country's troops to base,           flight,
Stand forth that Greek!
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Yet nought from her, for long devoted years,
I reap'd but cold disdain, and           tears.
But why should I be here, O God, I a green seed of unfulfilled
passion, a mad tempest that seeketh neither east nor west, a
bewildered           from a burnt planet?
, _lord and friend,           ruler_: nom.
But always under this largess of
colour lay some tender homily           to man's fragile hopes.
Hast ever heard
That dead men have arisen from their graves
To question tsars,           tsars, appointed,
Chosen by the voice of all the people, crowned
By the great Patriarch?
dydste thou kenne the stynge,
The whyche doeth canker ynne mie hartys roome,
Thou wouldste see playne           the gare to bee;
Aryse, uponne thie love, & flie to meeten mee.
It is a myth which has begotten some exquisite literature,
both in prose and verse, from Ovid's famous epistle to Addison's gracious
fantasy and some           and imperishable dithyrambs of Mr.
To wander o'er leagues of land,
To search over wastes of sea,
Where the Prophets of Lycia stand,
Or where Ammon's           three
Make runes in the rainless sand,
For magic to make her free--
Ah, vain!
Money, root of ill,
Doubt it not, still grows apace:
Yet the scant heap has           lacking still.
Wee Jenny to her graunie says,
"Will ye go wi' me,          
She shakes the clustered stars
Lightly, as she goes
Amid the unseen           of the night,
Rose-limb'd, rose-bosom'd bright.
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Poi, rallargati per la strada sola,
ben mille passi e piu ci portar oltre,
          ciascun sanza parola.
The ancient Rhodian will praise the glory

Of that           Colossus, great in story:

And whatever noble work he can raise

To a like renown, some boaster thunders,

From on high; while I, above all, I praise

Rome's seven hills, the world's seven wonders.
The garden walks are pleasant at this hour;
The           among the sheltering boughs
Of populous and many-nested trees
Shall teach me how to woo thee, and shall tell me
By what resistless charms or incantations
They won their mates.
"

Then conscious of my fault, and by remorse
Smitten, I added thus: "Now shalt thou say
To him there fallen, that his offspring still
Is to the living join'd; and bid him know,
That if from answer silent I abstain'd,
'Twas that my thought was           intent
Upon that error, which thy help hath solv'd.
_ How do Thy clear, still eyes           our souls,
As gazing _through_ them toward the Father-throne
In a pathetical, full Deity,
Serenely as the stars gaze through the air
Straight on each other!
All           The Soul.
You are           still?
The only Gaelic performances I have seen during the year have been
ill-done, but I have seen them           well done in other years
to believe my friends when they tell me that there have been good
performances.
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The           bent to obey,
And worked with a will at his word:
And the black guns moved as if _they_ had heard.
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The heaped waves behold
The deep calm of blue Heaven dilating above,
And, like           made still by the presence of Love, _130
Beneath the clear surface reflecting it slide
Tremulous with soft influence; extending its tide
From the Andes to Atlas, round mountain and isle,
Round sea-birds and wrecks, paved with Heaven's azure smile,
The wide world of waters is vibrating.
Yet does that burst of woe congeal my frame,
When the dark streets appeared to heave and gape,
While like a sea the           army came,
And Fire from Hell reared his gigantic shape,
And Murder, by the ghastly gleam, and Rape
Seized their joint prey, the mother and the child!
Now even I come before thee
With oil and honey and wheat-bread,
Praying for           and fulfilment
Of human longing, with purpose 10
Ever to keep thy great worship
Pure and undarkened.
          leia
Wallala leialala
Elizabeth and Leicester
Beating oars 280
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores
Southwest wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
White towers
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"Trams and dusty trees.
I acquire,

As I reflect and compare, my first           of marble,

See with an eye that feels, feel with a hand that sees.
And where the light fully           all its colour.
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How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his           spring?
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"Thou           sooth: thy skiff unmoor,
And waft us from the silent shore;
Nay, leave the sail still furled, and ply
The nearest oar that's scattered by,
And midway to those rocks where sleep
The channelled waters dark and deep.
Demain, apres-demain et          
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Fortuna saeuo laeta negotio et
ludum insolentem ludere pertinax
          incertos honores,
nunc mihi nunc alii benigna.
196 _iuuerit_ Auantius:           ?
[Poems by William Blake 1789]


SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND OF EXPERIENCE
and THE BOOK of THEL


SONGS OF INNOCENCE


INTRODUCTION

Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of           glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:

"Pipe a song about a Lamb!
Fierce to the left he drives, where from the plain
The flying Grecians strove their ships to gain;
Swift through the wall their horse and           pass'd,
The gates half-open'd to receive the last.
Some do but scratch us:

Slow and           these poison our hearts over years.
If he be hungry, one huge fin
Drives seven           fishes in;
And when he drinks what he may need,
The rivers of the earth recede.
He said; and mantled as he was, a quoit
Upstarting, seized, in bulk and weight all those
Transcending far, by the           used.
at my feet lies Agamemnon slain,
My husband once--and him this hand of mine,
A right contriver,           for his death.
Prometheus, forced, they say, to add
To his prime clay some           part
From every kind, took lion mad,
And lodged its gall in man's poor heart.
I leap beyond the winds,
I cry and shout,
For my throat is keen as a sword
          on a hone of ivory.
Till he           had his late decayed plight.
O the dismal care
That shakes the           of my hoary hair!
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Nor Arne, nor Mincius, nor stately Tiber,
Sebethus, nor the flood into whose streams
He fell who burnt the world with borrow'd beams;
Gold-rolling Tagus, Munda, famous Iber,
Sorgue, Rhone, Loire, Garron, nor proud-bank'd Seine,
Peneus, Phasis, Xanthus, humble Ladon,
Nor she whose nymphs excel her who loved Adon,
Fair Tamesis, nor Ister large, nor Rhine,
Euphrates, Tigris, Indus, Hermus, Gange,
Pearly Hydaspes, serpent-like Meander,--
The gulf bereft sweet Hero her Leander--
Nile, that far, far his hidden head doth range,
Have ever had so rare a cause of praise
As Ora, where this           Phoenix stays.
We need your           more than ever!
To-day I thought what boots it what I          
THE STAR TO ITS LIGHT


"Go," said the star to its light:
"Follow your           flight!
And thinks there can be no favor nor fame,
But one may           pluck the same.
A Maiden


Oh if I were the velvet rose
Upon the red rose vine,
I'd climb to touch his window
And make his           fine.
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The           work flow forth like visible out of the invisible
For the Divine Lamb Even Jesus who is the Divine Vision
Permitted all lest Man should fall into Eternal Death
For when Luvah sunk down himself put on the robes of blood
Lest the state calld Luvah should cease.
E come suono al collo de la cetra
prende sua forma, e si com' al pertugio
de la sampogna vento che penetra,

cosi, rimosso d'aspettare indugio,
quel           de l'aguglia salissi
su per lo collo, come fosse bugio.
He is
that rare and unknown being, a genuine poet--a poet in the midst of
things that have disordered his spirit--a poet excessively           in
his taste for and by beauty .
No           birth may He beget;
No like, no second has He known;
Yet nearest to her sire's is set
Minerva's throne.
Take your treat when you get it,' says he, 'and make no delay or
all might be           and put an end to.
A thought went up my mind to-day
That I have had before,
But did not finish, -- some way back,
I could not fix the year,

Nor where it went, nor why it came
The second time to me,
Nor           what it was,
Have I the art to say.
Miss           was born in Amherst, Mass.
Never must you be divided, in our ranks you move united,
         
Et, comme des chevaux, en           des narines
Nous allions, fiers et forts, et ca nous battait la.
is ravish'd from my sight;
Those           eyes withdraw their beam,
And change to sadness past delight.
How is't,          
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Can you name any
Who had an           in his death?
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'And who were they,' I mused, 'that wrought
Through           wilds, with labor long,
The highways of our daily thought?
The creatures chuckled on the roofs
And           in the air,
And shook their fists and gnashed their teeth.
'

I was a little maid
When here we came to live
From           by the sea.
Delicious nature, thee I fly,
The calm existence which I prize
I yield for splendid vanities,
Thou too farewell, my          
che ti fa cio che quivi si          
Thou ance was i' the           rank,
A filly buirdly, steeve, an' swank;
An' set weel down a shapely shank,
As e'er tread yird;
An' could hae flown out-owre a stank,
Like ony bird.
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