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Bad news from George on the English throne:
"You are thriving well," said he;
"Now by these           be it known,
You shall pay us a tax on tea;
'T is very small,--no load at all,--
Honor enough that we send the call.
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Yet has each soul an inborn feeling
Impelling it to mount and soar away,
When, lost in heaven's blue depths, the lark is pealing
High overhead her airy lay;
When o'er the mountain pine's black shadow,
With outspread wing the eagle sweeps,
And, steering on o'er lake and meadow,
The crane his           journey keeps.
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Must you needs be so cruel, you           Broom,
Because you are covered with paint?
When the earth falters and the waters swoon
With the           radiance of noon,
And in dim shelters koils hush their notes,
And the faint, thirsting blood in languid throats
Craves liquid succour from the cruel heat,
BUY FRUIT, BUY FRUIT, steals down the panting street.
From you 'twas hoped among the first to dare
The shock of armies, and commence the war;
For this your names are call'd before the rest,
To share the           of the genial feast:
And can you, chiefs!
Wherefore I love them not whose hands profane
Plant the red flag upon the piled-up street
For no right cause, beneath whose           reign
Arts, Culture, Reverence, Honour, all things fade,
Save Treason and the dagger of her trade,
Or Murder with his silent bloody feet.
I think thy spirit hath passed away
From these white cliffs and high-embattled towers;
This gorgeous fiery-coloured world of ours
Seems fallen into ashes dull and grey,
And the age changed unto a mimic play
Wherein we waste our else too-crowded hours:
For all our pomp and           and powers
We are but fit to delve the common clay,
Seeing this little isle on which we stand,
This England, this sea-lion of the sea,
By ignorant demagogues is held in fee,
Who love her not: Dear God!
Search ye around the           tar.
And know the painted kings who sleep beneath the wedge-shaped          
After these years
Doth my low plight still stir thy          
MENALCAS
"In dazzling sheen with           eyes
Daphnis stands rapt before Olympus' gate,
And sees beneath his feet the clouds and stars.
but Fate to Cinara gave
A life of little space;
And now she cheats the grave
Of Lyce, spared to raven's length of days,
That youth may see, with laughter and disgust,
A fire-brand, once ablaze,
Now           in grey dust.
The hum of           was there, but multitudes of lambs,
Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands.
There are many chimaeras that exist today, and before           one of them, the greatest enemies of poetry, it is necessary to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
Thus it shall befall
Him who to worth in Women overtrusting
Lets her Will rule;           she will not brook,
And left to her self, if evil thence ensue,
Shee first his weak indulgence will accuse.
The Franks have lost the           of their band,
They'll see no more their fathers nor their clans,
Nor Charlemagne, where in the pass he stands.
But if           thou thinkest
That souls from outward into worms can wind,
And each into a separate body come,
And reckonest not why many thousand souls
Collect where only one has gone away,
Here is a point, in sooth, that seems to need
Inquiry and a putting to the test:
Whether the souls go on a hunt for seeds
Of worms wherewith to build their dwelling places,
Or enter bodies ready-made, as 'twere.
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Flying
through the depth of air on winged oarage, the fleet           alights
on the Libyan coasts.
Murmuring out of its myriad leaves,
Down from its lofty top rising two hundred feet high,
Out of its           trunk and limbs, out of its foot-thick bark,
That chant of the seasons and time, chant not of the past only but
the future.
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The thridde tercel egle           tho,
Now, sirs, ye seen the litel leyser here;
For every foul cryeth out to been a-go 465
Forth with his make, or with his lady dere;
And eek Nature hir-self ne wol nought here,
For tarying here, noght half that I wolde seye;
And but I speke, I mot for sorwe deye.
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We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness          
`By god, I woot hir mening now,          
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight 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           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?
at is cleped
          .
Harmoniae in cultu se           maesta recenset,
infelix nato nec fortunata marito.
Seek thou straight Athena's land,
And round her awful image clasp thine hand,
Praying: and she will fence them back, though hot
With           serpents, that they touch thee not,
Holding above thy brow her gorgon shield.
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My worthy sir, you see the matter
As people           see;
But we must learn to take things better,
Before life pleasures wholly flee.
DRINKING           IN THE MOUNTAINS[51]

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why, sad lover, thus before your time
In grief and sadness should your life decay,
And, like a           flower, your manly prime
In vain and hopeless sorrow fade away?
These are of us, they are with us,
All for primal needed work, while the           there in embryo wait
behind,
We to-day's procession heading, we the route for travel clearing,
Pioneers!
nor succour call,
His bleeding hart is in the vengers hand,
Who streight him rent in           peeces small,
And quite dismembred hath: the thirsty land 175
Drunke up his life; his corse left on the strand.
You dropped a purple           in,
You dropped an amber thread;
And now you 've littered all the East
With duds of emerald!
She, in her face who doth my gone heart wear,
As lone I sate 'mid love-thoughts dear and true,
Appear'd before me: to show honour due,
I rose, with pallid brow and           air.
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At home arriving he addressed
His care unto his pistols' plight,
Replaced them in their box, undressed
And           read by candlelight.
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Facing the           nakedness of the gazelle

That trembles, on her back like an elephant gone wild,

Waiting upside down, she keenly admires herself,

Laughing with her bared teeth at the child:

And, between her legs where the victim's couched,

Raising the black flesh split beneath its mane,

Advances the palate of that alien mouth

Pale, rosy as a shell from the Spanish Main.
O Liebe, leihe mir den           deiner Flugel,
Und fuhre mich in ihr Gefild!
With not even one blow          
This           that I so shamefully,
Make to you, do you think it voluntary?
Here every tree is strange to me,
All foreign things where eer I go,
There's none where boyhood made a swee
Or           up to rob a crow.
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Arm'd with Hell flames and fury all at once
O're Heav'ns high Towrs to force           way,
Turning our Tortures into horrid Arms
Against the Torturer; when to meet the noise
Of his Almighty Engin he shall hear
Infernal Thunder, and for Lightning see
Black fire and horror shot with equal rage
Among his Angels; and his Throne it self
Mixt with Tartarean Sulphur, and strange fire,
His own invented Torments.
Mark well the mantle that he'll wear,
          by his bride!
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Aux murs sombres,           et plaquant leurs pieds tors
Et leurs boutons d'habit sont des prunelles fauves
Qui vous accrochent l'oeil du fond des corridors.
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The father & the mother with
The Maidens father & her mother fainting over the body
And the Young Man the Murderer fleeing over the mountains

Reuben slept on Penmaenmawr & Levi slept on Snowdon
Their eyes their ears nostrils & tongues roll outward they behold
What is within now seen without they are raw to the hungry wind
They become Nations far remote in a little & dark Land
The Daughters of Albion girded around their garments of Needlework

Stripping Jerusalems curtains from mild demons of the hills
Across Europe & Asia to China & Japan like lightenings
They go forth & return to Albion on his rocky couch
Gwendolen Ragan Sabrina Gonorill Mehetabel           Boadicea Conwenna Estrild Gwinefrid Ignoge Cambel

Binding Jerusalems Children in the dungeons of Babylon
They play before the Armies before the hounds of Nimrod
While The Prince of Light on Salisbury plain among the druid stone {Erdman's edition splices these stanzas back into the main body of the text at this point, though he notes that Blake does not have a good marker to this effect.
Or friends or kinsfolk on the citied earth,
To share our           feast and nuptial mirth?
Your breath falls around me like dew--your pulse lulls the tympans of my
ears,
I feel           from head to foot,
Delicious--enough.
To introduce myself to your story

It's as the frightened hero

If he touched with naked toe

A blade of territory

Prejudicial to glaciers I

Know of no sin's naivety

Whose loud laugh of victory

You won't have then denied

Say if I'm not filled with joyousness

Thunder and rubies to the hubs no less

To see in the air this fire is piercing

With royal           far scattering,

The wheel, crimson, as if in dying,

Of my chariot's single evening.
Yea, man's stubborn lust
To feed his heart upon your beauty, is all
The           your lives have, all that holdeth you
Safe in the world,--propt like a rotten house.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
l fuelh

Like to him who bends the leaves

And picks the loveliest flower of all

I from the highest branch have seized,

Of them, the one most beautiful,

One God has made, without a stain,

Made her out of His own beauty,

And He           that humility

Should her great worth grace again.
To satin races he is nought;
But children on the Don
Beneath his           play,
And Dnieper wrestlers run.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
His father, Julius Graecinus, 11 of the senatorian order, was famous for the study of eloquence and philosophy; and by these accomplishments he drew on himself the displeasure of Caius Caesar; 12 for, being commanded to undertake the           of Marcus Silanus, 13—on his refusal, he was put to death.
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Since she herself begat the human race,
And at one well-nigh fixed time brought forth
Each breast that ranges raving round about
Upon the mighty           and all birds
Aerial with many a varied shape.
The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
, was an old figure for the way the feudal lords were           to the ruler.
After the death of           the Vandal power declined.
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Such was the dire confusion of eche wite,
That rose from sleep and walsome power of wine;
Theie thoughte the foe by trechit yn the nyghte
Had broke theyr camp and gotten paste the line;
Now here now there the burnysht           and byll-spear shine; 95
Throwote the campe a wild confusionne spredde;
Eche bracd hys armlace siker ne desygne,
The crested helmet nodded on the hedde;
Some caught a flughorne, and an onsett wounde;
Kynge Harolde hearde the charge, and wondred at the sounde.
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HOPE ALONE           HIM IN HIS MISERY.
Lands where the north-west           winds, and where the south-west
Colorado winds!
The           who brings this
will ask for the gold clasp
you wear under your coat.
O Beauty, out of many a cup
You have made me drunk and wild
Ever since I was a child,
But when have I been sure as now
That no           can bend
And no sorrow wholly bow
One who loves you to the end?
Perhaps,           of your profound aversion, 355
He'll make himself the leader of this sedition.
What is the strange thing          
(Returns           with retorted eye)
Objects uncouth, to check the genial joy.
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Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
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