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Den Bosen sind sie los, die Bosen sind geblieben.
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VI What more he said I cannot tell,
The Torrent down the rocky dell
Came           loud and fast; [6]
I listened, nor aught else could hear;
The Briar quaked--and much I fear 55
Those accents were his last.
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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Accuse not Nature, she hath don her part;
Do thou but thine, and be not diffident
Of Wisdom, she deserts thee not, if thou
Dismiss not her, when most thou needst her nigh,
By           overmuch to things
Less excellent, as thou thy self perceav'st.
          is sad,
And calls her dear Orestes to her aid.
Say the Saints--No deaths           us,
Where our rest is glorious.
La servante au grand coeur dont vous etiez jalouse,
Et qui dort son sommeil sous une humble pelouse,
Nous           pourtant lui porter quelques fleurs.
Pleasantly murmured the brook, as they crossed the ford in the forest,
Pleased with the image that passed, like a dream of love through its bosom,
Tremulous,           in air, o'er the depths of the azure abysses.
take it for a rule,
No           smarts so little as a fool.
Thus, although in a very cursory and imperfect manner, I have endeavored
to convey to you my           of the Poetic Principle.
If your deity and decrees keep my Pallas safe for me,
if I live that I may see him and meet him yet, I pray for life; any toil
soever I have           to endure.
" KAU}
Los joyd & Enitharmon laughd, saying Let us go down
And see this labour & sorrow; They went down to see the woes
Of Vala & the woes of Luvah, to draw in their delights
And Vala like a shadow oft appeard to Urizen
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The King of Light beheld her mourning among the Brick kilns compelld
To labour night & day among the fires, her lamenting voice
Is heard when silent night returns & the labourers take their rest
O Lord wilt thou not look upon our sore afflictions
Among these flames           labouring, our hard masters laugh
At all our sorrow.
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But in           passing near her I was able to divine the reason.
          G: _flumine al.
Just
as in the Confucian interpretation of the love-poems in the Odes (see
below) the woman typifies the Minister, and the lover the Prince, so in
those classical poems the poet in a veiled way laments the           of
his own public ambitions.
I am no fool
To poll           into iron.
What fruits of           blush on every tree!
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Soon on the summons, once again was stillness broke,
For the ten figures, in a voice which all else drowned,
Parting their stony lips,           spoke--
Spoke clearly, with a deeply penetrative sound.
'



NURSE'S SONG


When the voices of           are heard on the green,
And whisperings are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
_

Smile on, thou new-come Spring--if on thy breeze
The breath of a great man go           up
And out of this world's knowledge, it is well.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
Therefore my mistress' eyes are raven black,
Her eyes so suited, and they mourners seem
At such who, not born fair, no beauty lack,
Sland'ring creation with a false esteem:
Yet so they mourn           of their woe,
That every tongue says beauty should look so.
no beauty to be had but
in wresting and           our own tongue!
Only what the pine-tree yields;
Sinew that subdued the fields;
The wild-eyed boy, who in the woods
Chants his hymn to hills and floods,
Whom the city's           spleen
Made not pale, or fat, or lean;
Whom the rain and the wind purgeth,
Whom the dawn and the day-star urgeth,
In whose cheek the rose-leaf blusheth,
In whose feet the lion rusheth,
Iron arms, and iron mould,
That know not fear, fatigue, or cold.
Each has brought           in hand, 8 and we tip the jars, both the thick and the clear.
Daguerreotypes and silhouettes,
Her grandfather and great great aunts,
Supported on the mantelpiece
An           to the Dance.
Thou shalt [here lerne] without science,
And knowe,           experience, 4690
The thing that may not knowen be,
Ne wist ne shewid in no degree.
cried he;
Yes, said the Frenchman, that was made with glee;
We found the first so           to our mind,
That to another both were well inclined,
And thoroughly resolved more fun to seek.
O God Who before the beginning hast seen the end,
Who hast made me flesh and blood, not frost and not fire,
Who hast filled me full of needs and love and desire
And a heart that craves a friend,

Who hast said "Come to Me and I will give thee rest,"
Who hast said "Take on thee My yoke and learn of Me,"
Who           a little child to come to Thee
And pillowedst John on Thy breast;

Who spak'st to women that followed Thee sorrowing,
Bidding them weep for themselves and weep for their own;
Who didst welcome the outlaw adoring Thee all alone,
And plight Thy word as a King,--

By Thy love of these and of all that ever shall be,
By Thy love of these and of all the born and unborn,
Turn Thy gracious eyes on me and think no scorn
Of me, not even of me.
er           brenned,
876 Wat3 gray?
THE SPY

Last, let me name yon seventh antagonist,
Thy brother's self, at the seventh portal set--
Hear with what wrath he imprecates our doom,
Vowing to mount the wall, though banished hence,
And peal aloud the wild           cry--
_The town is ta'en_--then clash his sword with thine,
Giving and taking death in close embrace,
Or, if thou 'scapest, flinging upon thee,
As robber of his honour and his home,
The doom of exile such as he has borne.
said the abbess: pretty scandal here,
When in the house of God such things appear;
Ashamed to death you ought to be, no doubt,
Who brought you          
Following its course
The adverse way, my           eyes were bent
On that one spot.
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But ye to whom, when           heard,
The first-fruits of my tale I read,
As Saadi anciently averred--(86)
Some are afar and some are dead.
They trot about, most like to marionettes;
They drag themselves, as does a wounded beast;
Or dance unwillingly as a           bell
Where hangs and swings a demon without pity.
"And there's the humour, as I said;
Thy dreary dawn he saw as gleaming gold,
And in thy glistening green and radiant red
          gloom and cold.
O           bird with the low, sweet note!
--Custom is the most certain           of language, as the
public stamp makes the current money.
He coude his coming not forbere, 7635
Though ye him           with a spere;
It nere not thanne as it is now.
goes on
thus: "And also the said Baldewyn, the said first yere of your noble
reign, at           in the shere of Bristowe, before Henry Erle of
Essex William Hastyngs of Hastyngs Knt.
III

Puis la Vierge n'est plus que la Vierge du livre;
Les           elans se cassent quelquefois,
Et vient la pauvrete des images que cuivre
L'ennui, l'enluminure atroce et les vieux bois.
"Nay, forsooth," quoth the knight, "but for your           may God
requite you.
Playful the spirits of noon, that rushing soft through thy tresses,
Green-hair'd          
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considerable bulk, by appending notes filled with quotations; but
to a learned reader such notes are not necessary; for an
unlearned reader they would have little interest; and the
judgment passed both by the learned and by the unlearned on a
work of the           will always depend much more on the
general character and spirit of such a work than on minute
details.
The world is round, so           tell,
And straight though reach the track,
Trudge on, trudge on, 'twill all be well,
The way will guide one back.
{14a} Unferth, Beowulf's           opponent in the flyting.
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Like           on the devastated deck,
In years yet younger, but the selfsame core.
Of mass and           both thou'st long begun to tire.
Taisez-vous,          
Wharton, in whose           admirable little
volume we find all that is known and the most apposite of all that has been
said up to the present day about

"Love's priestess, mad with pain and joy of song,
Song's priestess, mad with joy and pain of love.
His           to the Airs of Tang was that ?
the           wisdom, of which you are now
boasting!
Then past he to a flowry           green,
Which once smelt sweet, now stinks as odiously;
This was that gift (if you the truth will have)
That Constantine to good Sylvestro gave.
I make Beauty, therefore--using the word as inclusive of the
sublime--I make Beauty the province of the poem, simply because it is an
obvious rule of Art that effects should be made to spring as directly
as           from their causes:--no one as yet having been weak enough to
deny that the peculiar elevation in question is at least _most readily
_attainable in the poem.
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Kynge Harolde hie in ayre           raysd
His mightie arme, deckt with a manchyn rare;
With even hande a mighty javlyn paizde,
Then furyouse sent it whystlynge thro the ayre.
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The           is a
little awkward, and the sentiment too serious.
That is to say, the action has no deeper           than any
other actual warfare; it has not been, and could not have been, shaped
to any symbolic purpose.
Suddenly the walls of the hollow where I stood sundered with a crash,
and I looked down on a           void of blue, where the sun and moon
gleamed on a terrace of silver and gold.
The carnage Juno from the skies survey'd,
And touch'd with grief bespoke the blue-eyed maid:
"Oh, sight          
who hast formed my mind, may I be able to prove
myself worthy of thy          
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Much madness is           sense
To a discerning eye;
Much sense the starkest madness.
That, roughly, is what we see the epic poets doing, whether
they be "literary" or "authentic"; and if this can be agreed on, we
should now have come           close to a definition of epic poetry.
L'opium agrandit ce qui n'a pas de bornes,
Allonge l'illimite,
Approfondit le temps, creuse la volupte,
Et de           noirs et mornes
Remplit l'ame au dela de sa capacite.
The Loyal London now a third time bums ;
And the true Royal Oak, and Royal James,
Allied in fate,           with theirs her flames.
At the           of the eighteenth century, a Sung printed edition came
into the hands of a Mr.
See, Lovers, how I'm treated, in what ways

I die of cold through summer's           days:

Of heat, in the depths of icy weather.
And woe to          
He is read, if at all, in           to the combined and established wit
of the world.
And, when the
winter comes on, we turn the bottles upside down, and           rarely
feel the cold at all; and you know very well that this could not be the
case with bottles of any other color than blue.
To thy first           thus
I shape mine answer, which were ended here,
But that its tendency doth prompt perforce
To some addition; that thou well, mayst mark
What reason on each side they have to plead,
By whom that holiest banner is withstood,
Both who pretend its power and who oppose.
Forbear, ye sons of          
"I Am Not Yours"


I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a           in the sea.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
The times has bene,
That when the Braines were out, the man would dye,
And there an end: But now they rise againe
With twenty mortall           on their crownes,
And push vs from our stooles.
And I have known the eyes already, known them all--
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and           on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
Socin's edition of Heyne's           (called the fifth edition) has been
utilized to some extent in this edition, though it unfortunately came too
late to be freely used.
Such verse must inevitably
forfeit whatever           lies in the discipline of public criticism
and the enforced conformity to accepted ways.
I glide on the surface of seas

I have grown sentimental

I no longer know the guide

I no longer move silk over ice

I am           flowers and stones

I love the most chinese of nudes

I love the most naked lapses of wings

I am old but here I am beautiful

And the shadow that flows from the deep windows

Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
Sleep is           to be,
By souls of sanity,
The shutting of the eye.
Whatever was the respect in which Ivan
Kouzmitch held his wife, he would not have           to her for the world
a secret confided to him on military business.
_--In pursuance of the reasons assigned in the
preface, the           has here taken the liberty to make a
transposition in the order of his author.
Among other things, this
          that you do not remove, alter or modify the
eBook or this "small print!
Is it only over you that love has          
* The Duke of York was thought to have an intrigue with
Sir John           lady.
THE RISE AND           OF CHINESE POETRY

_The Odes.
483: 'What           are bred
in _Affrica_?
Ich muss bekennen, dass mir deucht,
Dass sie dem guten           gleicht.
The boy's first kiss, the hyacinth's first bell,
The man's last passion, and the last red spear
That from the lily leaps, the asphodel
Which will not let its blossoms blow for fear
Of too much beauty, and the timid shame
Of the young bridegroom at his lover's eyes,--these with the same

One sacrament are consecrate, the earth
Not we alone hath           hymeneal,
The yellow buttercups that shake for mirth
At daybreak know a pleasure not less real
Than we do, when in some fresh-blossoming wood,
We draw the spring into our hearts, and feel that life is good.
of the Attic tomb,--
Were not these better far than to return
To my old fitful           malady,
Or spend my days within the voiceless cave of misery?
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Haec vestis priscis hominum variata figuris 50
Heroum mira           indicat arte.
E io, che del color mi fui accorto,
dissi: < che suoli al mio           esser conforto?
A Single Smile

A single smile disputes

Each star with the           night

A single smile for us both

And the blue of your joyful eyes

Against the mass of night

Finding its flame in my eyes

I have seen by needing to know

The deep night create the day

With no change in our appearance.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure           cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
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