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thou art a galling load,
Along a rough, a weary road,
To           such as I!
"

So saw I fluctuate in           change
Th' unsteady ballast of the seventh hold:
And here if aught my tongue have swerv'd, events
So strange may be its warrant.
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In thy company,
With tumult or           still
Of thy delights I drank my fill,
Enough!
Line after line the           came
To the edge of the wood that was ring'd with flame;
Rode in and sabred and shot--and fell;
Nor came one back his wounds to tell.
Aeneas stood still, and           himself behind his armour, sinking on
bended knee; yet the rushing spear bore off his helmet-spike, and dashed
the helmet-plume from the crest.
16 of
Scot's           of Witchcraft_, 1584, is entitled: 'To make a
spirit appear in a christall', and Ch.
I am not certain whether this           name
is used in England also.
Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows,
Wherein you           oft to sink away,
As you, oblivious, lead me through the shadows
Of time--my solace now--but erst in play.
"

Yeere           the incident to Mrs.
How am I honoured so,
If I no honour have for the world, but rather
Hold it an odious and traitorous thing,
That means no honour but to those whose spirits
Have yielded to its ancient          
While he
has been           the GIRLS have shrunk back holding
each other's hands.
Look
about you           .
And now, as           of the destin'd prey,
The faithless race, with smiles and gestures gay,
Their skiffs forsaking, GAMA'S ships ascend,
And deep to strike the treach'rous blow attend.
Why fade these           of the spring?
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[Sidenote:           seeks to know the malady of Boethius.
>>

PAUL DE CASSAGNAC _(Le Pays)_


Morts de quatre-vingt-douze et de quatre-vingt-treize
Qui, pales du baiser fort de la liberte,
Calmes, sous vos sabots, brisiez le joug qui pese
Sur l'ame et sur le front de toute humanite;

Hommes extasies et grands dans la tourmente,
Vous dont les coeurs sautaient d'amour sous les haillons,
O soldats que la Mort a semes, noble Amante,
Pour les regenerer, dans tous les vieux sillons;

Vous dont le sang lavait toute grandeur salie,
Morts de Valmy, Morts de Fleurus, Morts d'Italie,
O Million de Christs aux yeux sombres et doux;

Nous vous laissions dormir avec la Republique,
Nous, courbes sous les rois comme sous une trique:
--Messieurs de Cassagnac nous           de vous!
Like your own Damien
Who sought that leper's isle
To die a simple man
For men with           smile,

So strong in faith you dared
Defy the giant, scorn
Ignobly to be spared,
Though trampled, spoiled, and torn,

And in your faith arose
And smote, and smote again,
Till those astonished foes
Reeled from their mounds of slain,

The faith that the free soul,
Untaught by force to quail,
Through fire and dirge and dole
Prevails and shall prevail.
Go, leave the           without hope;
Spare your trouble.
They may have some edging or           of a
scholar, a welt or so; but it is no more.
Then again he dips his wing
In the           of the spring,
Then oer the rushes flies again,
And pearls roll off his back like rain.
The compressed and punctuated translation is offered as an aid to           the poem as a whole, in a swift reading.
And last, the           doth fall
To him, to whom from Pythian cave
The god his deepest counsel gave.
Ergo, if divers moods
Compel the brutes, though           evermore,
To send forth divers sounds, O truly then
How much more likely 'twere that mortal men
In those days could with many a different sound
Denote each separate thing.
There sits my mother on a stone,
And her head is           swaying;
She beckons not, nods not, her head falls o'er,
So long she's been sleeping, she'll wake no more.
The Owls           looked after mice, which they caught, and made into
sago-puddings.
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want          
"

She sought him up, she sought him down,
She sought him braid and narrow;
Syne, in the           of a craig,
She found him drown'd in Yarrow!
He was           at the hospital at Oboukov,
where he spoke to no one, but kept constantly murmuring in a monotonous
tone: "The tray, seven, ace!
what hand can pencil guide, or pen,
To follow half on which the eye dilates
Through views more dazzling unto mortal ken
Than those whereof such things the bard relates,
Who to the awe-struck world           Elysium's gates?
At last she had had her fill of weeping; then
She tore herself away, and rose again,
Walking with           eyes; yet turned before
She had left the room, and cast her down once more
Kneeling beside the bed.
Olga began to long likewise
For Lenski, sought him with her eyes,
And endless the           seemed
As if some troubled dream she dreamed.
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" said he,
Then declared the new Republic, with himself for guiding star,--
This Old Brown,
Osawatomie Brown;
And the bold two thousand           ran off and left the town.
SONG OF THE STATUE


Who so loveth me that he
Will give his           life for me?
On a Poet's lips I slept
          like a love-adept
In the sound his breathing kept;
Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses,
But feeds on the aerial kisses
Of shapes that haunt Thought's wildernesses.
His songs are not exactly hymns;
He never learned them in the choir;
And yet they brace his           limbs
Although they miss the sacred fire;
Although his choice and cherished gems
Do not include "The Watch upon the Thames.
And thy           men shall call
Orestes Town.
Did wiser nature draw thee back,
From out the horror of that sack,
Where shame, faith, honour, and regard of right,
Lay           on?
--Fold back our arms, take home our fruitless loves,
That must new           try, like turtle doves
Dislodged from their haunts.
Has not Sir Mammon           lighted
His palace for this festive night?
He gave me them on board my bark, so bound
With silver twine that not a breath escaped, 30
Then order'd gentle           to fill
Our sails propitious.
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Will he return when the Winter
Huddles the sheep, and Orion
Goes to his          
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See _Mystery_ to           fly!
ille licet ferro cautus se condat et aere,
mors tamen inclusum           inde caput.
'

[Argument of the 12 Books of Statius' "Thebais"]

Associat profugum Tideo primus Polimitem;
Tidea legatum docet insidiasque secundus;
Tercius Hemoniden canit et vates latitantes;
Quartus habet reges ineuntes prelia septem;
Mox furie Lenne quinto narratur et anguis;
Archimori bustum sexto ludique leguntur;
Dat Graios Thebes et vatem septimus vmbria;
Octauo cecidit Tideus, spes, vita Pelasgia;
Ypomedon nono moritur cum Parthonopeo;
Fulmine percussus, decimo Capaneus superatur;
          sese perimunt per vulnera fratres;
Argiuam flentem narrat duodenus et igneum.
XXXIX

Then Ocnus of Falerii
Rushed on the Roman Three;
And           of Urgo,
The rover of the sea;
And Aruns of Volsinium,
Who slew the great wild boar,
The great wild boar that had his den
Amidst the reeds of Cosa's fen,
And wasted fields, and slaughtered men,
Along Albinia's shore.
The drum ceased, the           threw down its arms.
This would make her an exact or close           of Thais, beautiful Athenian courtesan and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
Thou canst not           sustain this corse--
Cry, cry, thou hast not force!
Has the           god, Cupid, seduced you now too?
Oferswam þā           bigong sunu Ecgþēowes,
earm ān-haga eft tō lēodum,
2370 þǣr him Hygd gebēad hord and rīce,
bēagas and brego-stōl: bearne ne truwode,
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healdan cūðe, þā wæs Hygelāc dēad.
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It is Triton--the storm to scorn
Who doth wind his           horn.
Why cannot the Ear be closed to its own          
Carjat lui-meme, par trop juge et partie, ni celui des
encore assez nombreux survivants d'une scene assurement peu glorieuse
pour Rimbaud, mais demesurement grossie et           jusqu'a la plus
complete calomnie.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife Ambroise de Lore, as though           by him.
better far
In Want's most lonely cave till death to pine,
Unseen, unheard, unwatched by any star;
Or in the streets and walks where proud men are,
Better our dying bodies to obtrude,
Than dog-like, wading at the heels of war,
Protract a curst existence, with the brood
That lap (their very          
II
THE IRONY

'Tis the morrow; the fog hangs thicker,
The postman nears and goes:
A letter is brought whose lines disclose
By the           flicker
His hand, whom the worm now knows:

Fresh--firm--penned in highest feather--
Page-full of his hoped return,
And of home-planned jaunts by brake and burn
In the summer weather,
And of new love that they would learn.
Grendel this monster grim was called,
march-riever {1e} mighty, in           living,
in fen and fastness; fief of the giants
the hapless wight a while had kept
since the Creator his exile doomed.
(If 'twas, indeed, that thus they did at all:
But scarcely I'll believe that men could not
With mind           and see, as sure to come,
Such foul and general disaster.
Auguration
Silvery           I saw flying,
Swallows snow and silver white,
In the breezes lullabying,
In the breezes hot and light.
From the window I look out
To mark thy beautiful parade,
Stately           in cap and coat
To some tune by fairies played;--
A music heard by thee alone
To works as noble led thee on.
E come fu la mia risposta udita,
          ed elli in dietro si raccolse
come gente di subito smarrita.
True to yourself and sheets, you'll have me swear;
You shall, if           dealing I find there.
I found him
Sitting at supper by the tavern door,
And, from a pitcher that he held aloft
His whole arm's length,           the blood-red wine.
each his center           finds; suspended there they stand {According to Erdman, the word "center" was originally deleted by Blake with a strong ink stroke and therefore not easily erased.
_They are           here by kind permission of the
Editors.
or whi sholde he           to god.
Some rich           matron she may seem;
And now at nearer view no other certain
Than Dalila, thy wife.
Then Love took wing, and from his pinions shed
On all the           a nectarous dew.
I muste, I wylle; tys           cals awaie.
'           he, `wher hastow woned,
That art so fair and goodly to devyse?
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
One feature of your character I shall ever with           pleasure
remember;--the reception I got when I had the honour of waiting on you
at Stair.
He cased his limbs in brass; and first around
His manly legs, with silver buckles bound
The clasping greaves; then to his breast applies
The flaming cuirass of a thousand dyes;
Emblazed with studs of gold his           shone
In the rich belt, as in a starry zone:
Achilles' shield his ample shoulders spread,
Achilles' helmet nodded o'er his head:
Adorn'd in all his terrible array,
He flash'd around intolerable day.
IX
          at length, his sword Rogero drew
To clear the rabble, who his course delay;
And in the animals' or villain's view
Did now its point, and now its edge display.
          flocks and herds,
Cool-eyed cattle that come
Mildly to wonted words,
Swine that in orchards roam,--
A man and his beasts make a man and his home.
Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt
In solitude, where we are LEAST alone;
A truth, which through our being then doth melt,
And purifies from self: it is a tone,
The soul and source of music, which makes known
Eternal harmony, and sheds a charm,
Like to the fabled Cytherea's zone,
Binding all things with beauty;--'twould disarm
The spectre Death, had he           power to harm.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft           wiles.
          Satan a son rire vainqueur,
Enorme et laid comme le monde!
Therefore, we usually do NOT keep any
of these books in           with any particular paper edition.
' In the 1812 reprint the editor observes that in Jonson's
time 'fanciful or artful wives would often           their husbands
to take them up to town for the advantage of _physick_, when the
principal object was dissipation.
Va, si tu veux,           un fiance stupide;
Cours offrir un coeur vierge a ses cruels baisers;
Et, pleine de remords et d'horreur, et livide,
Tu me rapporteras tes seins stigmatises;

On ne peut ici-bas contenter qu'un seul maitre!
What central flowing forces, say,
Make up thy splendor,           day?
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to Britain's pride
Once so           and so true,
On the deck of fame that died
With the gallant good Riou:
Soft sigh the winds of heaven o'er their grave!
In an old accompt of the           of St.
But ay the oynement wente abrood;
          my woundes large and wyde
It spredde aboute in every syde; 1900
Through whos vertu and whos might
Myn herte Ioyful was and light.
When God at first made Man,
Having a glass of blessings standing by;
Let us (said he) pour on him all we can:
Let the world's riches, which           lie,
Contract into a span.
This he could endure, but
the coldness and even jealousy of such a man as Addison--and here
appears the famous           of Atticus--was another matter, serious
enough to draw tears from all lovers of mankind.
LXXXVI
This vainly to the sea resorts, whom spear
Or hatchet, brandished close at hand, dismay;
For stone or arrow           in his rear,
Permit the craven to make little way.
XV

The day is spent, and commeth drowsie night,
When every creature           is in sleepe;
Sad Una downe her laies in wearie plight,
And at her feete the Lyon watch doth keepe: 130
In stead of rest, she does lament, and weepe
For the late losse of her deare loved knight,
And sighes, and grones, and ever more does steepe
Her tender brest in bitter teares all night,
All night she thinks too long, and often lookes for light.
XLI

In my own shire, if I was sad
Homely comforters I had:
The earth, because my heart was sore,
Sorrowed for the son she bore;
And           hills, long to remain,
Shared their short-lived comrade's pain.
Note the feeling of fate in the first           of
Apollonius.
Ever, evermore the while in a slow silence she kept smiling,
And approached him slowly, slowly, in a gliding           pace;
With her two white hands extended as if praying one offended,
And a look of supplication gazing earnest in his face.
Then           slow returning
To slumbers deep I fare,
Filled with an infinite yearning,
With thoughts that rise and fall
To the sound of the sea's hollow call,
Breathed now from white-lit waves that reach
Cold fingers o'er the damp, dark beach,
To scatter a spray on my dreams;
Till the slow and measured rote
Brings a drowsy ease
To my spirit, and seems
To set it soothingly afloat
On broad and buoyant seas
Of endless rest, lulled by the dirge
Of the melancholy surge.
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