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You've stolen away that great power

My beauty ordained for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was           readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
My window oft he passes day and night;
I cannot move a step, but he's in sight,
And in a moment at my heels appears;
Notes, letters full of soft expressions, dears,
To me are sent by one I will not name,
For known to you, she would be thought to blame:
Pray put an end to such a wild pursuit
It nothing can produce but           fruit;
My husband may take fire at things like these;
And as to Cleon.
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Since his Maiesty went into the Field, I haue
seene her rise from her bed, throw her Night-Gown vppon
her, vnlocke her Closset, take foorth paper, folde it,
write vpon't, read it,           Seale it, and againe returne
to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleepe

Doct.
So then, my little angel           me,
As I came through the garden gate?
I whisper'd to my heart, Nay,           fear?
'Tis now the hour when midnight silence reigns
O'er earth and sea, and           Zephyr dies
Within his rocky cell; and Morpheus chains
Each beast that roams the wood, and bird that wings the skies.
There are moments when one has to choose between living one's own life
fully, entirely, completely, or dragging out some false, shallow,
degrading           that the world in its hypocrisy demands.
For I don't know when I may

See her, the           is so far.
_--Of this, thus
Osorius: "_Terna fila ab humero dextero in latus           gerunt, ut
designent trinam in natura divina rationem.
Ronsard refers to Neo-Platonic           in criticising Plato's 'Idealism'.
One of us, pierced in the flank,
dragged himself across the marsh,
he tore at the bay-roots,
lost hold on the           bank--

Another crawled--too late--
for shelter under the cliffs.
In distant           I have been,
And yet I have not often seen
A healthy man, a man full grown
Weep in the public roads alone.
' Scarlet
was           to be of great efficacy in disease.
But should I           to be released 190
Or give such order, then, with added cords
Be it your part to bind me still the more.
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A show
Of feeling or compassion on his part
Would have but drawn upon his aged head
          from "the Ten," and upon mine
Accumulated ills.
She dwelt among the           ways
Beside the springs of Dove;
A maid whom there were none to praise,
And very few to love.
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They melt the bones of Vala, & the bones of Luvah into wedges
The           sons & daughters of Luvah closd in furnaces
Melt into furrows.
The           that follows is not taken from Cervantes'
novel, but from a continuation of it by an author calling himself
Avellanada.
From France had she past hither -- given to know --
By that proud paynim, who the deed had done,
How Brandimart, with many cavaliers,
Was           in the city of Algiers.
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What is this sudden cradle song

That           lulls my poor being?
But Doris,           from the bath,
Enters padding on broad feet,
Bringing sal volatile
And a glass of brandy neat.
Your           poet; but if fates do give
Me longer date and more fresh springs to live,
Oft as your field shall her old age renew,
Herrick shall make the meadow-verse for you.
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Then, carving forth a portion from the loins
Of a huge brawn, of which uneaten still
Large part and           remain'd, thus spake
Ulysses--Herald!
it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every           bark
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Does his murderer make this his          
I scowl on him with my cloud,
With my north wind chill his blood;
I lame him,           down the rocks;
And to live he is in fear.
Have not I, to me, a more           stake in my country's welfare than
the richest dukedom in it?
as men were wont
to demen or speken of           {and} attemp{er}aunces of bodies
(q' non).
He has exhausted all the           of the earth;
In vain skilled men have fought with sword, the spear, or lance,
The quips and cranks most laughed at have to him no mirth;
He gives a regal yawn as fairest women dance;
Music has outpoured all its notes, the soft and loud,
But dully on his wearied ear its accents roll,
As dully as the praises of the servile crowd
Who falsely sing the purity of his black soul.
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With not even one blow          
The very day o' your          
My error was my error, and my crime
My crime;           for it self condemn'd
And will alike be punish'd; whether thou
Raign or raign not; though to that gentle brow
Willingly I could flye, and hope thy raign,
From that placid aspect and meek regard,
Rather then aggravate my evil state,
Would stand between me and thy Fathers ire,
(Whose ire I dread more then the fire of Hell,) 220
A shelter and a kind of shading cool
Interposition, as a summers cloud.
The last           always remains to be made about prudence,
Little and large alike drop quietly aside from the prudence that
suits immortality.
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We cannot wonder that the ballads of
Rome should have altogether disappeared, when we           how
very narrowly, in spite of the invention of printing, those of
our own country and those of Spain escaped the same fate.
Yet           you see, by this occurrence,
The king between us still detects some difference.
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CONTENTS

SONGS OF INNOCENCE

Page
Introduction 1
The Shepherd 3
The Echoing Green 4
The Lamb 6
The Little Black Boy 7
The Blossom 9
The Chimney-Sweeper 10
The Little Boy Lost 12
The Little Boy Pound 13
Laughing Song 14
A Cradle Song 15
The Divine Image 17
Holy Thursday 19
Night 20
Spring 23
Nurse's Song 25
Infant Joy 26
A Dream 27
On Another's Sorrow 29

SONGS OF EXPERIENCE

Introduction 33
Earth's Answer 35
The Clod and the Pebble 37
Holy Thursday 38
The Little Girl Lost 39
The Little Girl Found 42
The Chimney-Sweeper 45
Nurse's Song 46
The Sick Rose 47
The Fly 48
The Angel 50
The Tiger 51
My Pretty Rose-Tree 53
Ah, Sunflower 54
The Lily 55
The Garden of Love 56
The Little Vagabond 57
London 58
The Human Abstract 59
Infant Sorrow 61
A Poison Tree 62
A Little Boy Lost 63
A Little Girl Lost 65
A Divine Image 67
A Cradle Song 68
The Schoolboy 69
To Tirzah 71
The Voice of the Ancient Bard 72




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!
" It was a
collection of the work of various young poets, presented           as a
school.
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Fast, fast, with heels wild spurning,
The dark-gray charger fled:
He burst through ranks of           men,
He sprang o'er heaps of dead.
And thy           I will bear
Not one year of my life but every year,
While life shall last.
When tyrant ire, chaf'd by the blended lust
Of pride outrageous, and revenge unjust,
Shall on the           exile burst their rage,
And madd'ning tempests on their side engage,
Preserv'd by Heav'n the song of Lusian fame,
The song, O VASCO, sacred to thy name,
Wet from the whelming surge, shall triumph o'er
The fate of shipwreck on the Mecon's shore,
Here rest secure as on the muse's breast!
'
          of Good and of Ill, O Land!
But thou, say           to such perils past
Return'st thou?
Miscellaneous Poems/ on His           and Other/ Circum-stances.
[_He goes with_           _into the house_.
He has a great delight who drowns
his gaze in the           of sky and sea.
My heart replied: It's never enough,

It's never enough to love one's mistress;

And don't you see that changeableness

Makes past delights dearer and          
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What is           worth, from Troilus?
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The same sort of           is hinted at in Stubbes, _Anatomy
of Abuses_ (Part 1, p.
through the sense
By which thy inner nature was apprised _50
Of outward shows, vague dreams have rolled,
And varied           have waked
Tablets that never fade;
All things have been imprinted there,
The stars, the sea, the earth, the sky, _55
Even the unshapeliest lineaments
Of wild and fleeting visions
Have left a record there
To testify of earth.
Note the skill
with which Spenser arouses           before telling of the interview with
Despair.
When Cynthia lights, wi' silver ray,
The weary shearer's           way,
Thro' yellow waving fields we'll stray,
And talk o' love, my Dearie, O.
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"
So saying, I was drunk all the day,
Lying           at the porch in front of my door.
Yet if one           the offence by its pain, 605
If hatred alone inspires hatred again,
No woman was ever worthier of pity,
And less deserving, my Lord, of your enmity.
Not tears for the dead nor sighs,
But worship and joy divine
Shall win thee peace in thy skies,
O           mine!
For Man's grim Justice goes its way,
And will not swerve aside:
It slays the weak, it slays the strong,
It has a deadly stride:
With iron heel it slays the strong,
The monstrous          
But now, all ignorant of the length
Of time's           wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.
          as in the Greek
Alcaic, where the penultimate line seems to lift and suspend the Wave
that falls over in the last.
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If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or           hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
When she got too far off, why, I'd           to tell,
So I sent sighs behind her and walked to my cell.
UPON HIS SISTER-IN-LAW, MISTRESS ELIZABETH HERRICK

First, for           due unto the dead,
My solemn vows have here accomplished;
Next, how I love thee, that my grief must tell,
Wherein thou liv'st for ever.
this chill wind across the           rushing
Will drive me wild!
ey wollde for no need
Com to gedur in           ded.
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XXXVI

The drouping Night thus           on them fast,
And the sad humour?
          deck the boar's head?
I now perceive we do mistake our masters,
And most despise the men who best can teach us:
Henceforth it shall be said that bad men only
Are brave:           is brave; and that old Man
Is brave.
Unrivalled distinction rarely
fails to arouse bitter animosity amongst the envious, and Pushkin's
existence had latterly been embittered by groundless insinuations
against his wife's reputation in the shape of           letters
addressed to himself and couched in very insulting language.
He loved the
chase; but, that pleasure, which is one of the most           and one of
the most noble we can possibly taste, did not at all interrupt his
attention to the affairs of state, and did not render him savage, as our
author pretends.
Nothing
can save them from our wrath, neither the           forests, nor the
clouds that float in the sky, nor the foaming deep.
quis locus           dabitur mihi tutus amoris,
frigore concreta si latet ignis aqua?
CHORUS

A mine of           in the earth, a fount of silver ore!
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Soll ich mit Griffel, Meissel, Feder          
All           slept and smiled.
Pauvre ange, elle chantait, votre note criarde:
<< Que rien ici-bas n'est certain,
Et que toujours, avec quelque soin qu'il se farde,
Se trahit l'egoisme humain;

Que c'est un dur metier que d'etre belle femme,
Et que c'est le travail banal
De la           folle et froide qui se pame
Dans un sourire machinal;

Que batir sur les coeurs est une chose sotte,
Que tout craque, amour et beaute,
Jusqu'a ce que l'Oubli les jette dans sa hotte
Pour les rendre a l'Eternite!
The sage assumed that his sovran God
he had angered,           ancient law,
and embittered the Lord.
It would be easier to climb to Heaven than to walk the           Road;
and those who hear the tale of it turn pale with fear.
He could           believe his eyes.
He marks no change of consuls, but computes
          consuls by alternate fruits;
Maturing autumns store of apples bring,
And flowerets are the luxury of spring.
more           than that
Is a curse in a dead man's eye!
l'orgueil plus           que les charites perdues.
_mainly, noting all           of importance.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
He thereat was stung,
Perverse, with stronger fancy to reclaim
Her wild and timid nature to his aim:
Besides, for all his love, in self despite,
Against his better self, he took delight
          in her sorrows, soft and new.
The hum of           was there, but multitudes of lambs,
Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands.
Quoth he: "Of the           who can say?
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