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Thy pompous           I contemn, 390
And count thy specious gifts no gifts but guiles.
Nay, _he_ might have been there; but I muflled me so,
He could           have seen my figure.
He holds huge courts every day in his garden of
all the learned men of all religions--Rajahs and beggars and
saints and downright           all delightfully mixed up, and all
treated as one.
What serener palaces,
Where I may all my many senses please,
And by mysterious sleights a hundred thirsts          
BRANDER:
          sind's gewiss, ich wette!
The word is
used by Spenser in its           sense, 'Fair lady,' _Faerie Queene_,
ii.
Then spake the king: "Your           is not mine;
Life is the gift of God, and is divine;
Nor from these palace walls shall one depart
Who carries such a secret in his heart;
My better judgment points another way.
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The bells they sound on Bredon,
And still the           hum.
VII

--Yet, voices haunting us,           us, taunting us,
Hint in the night-time when life beats are low
Other and graver things .
Erdman does not note this           in his edition.
who shall trace the void,
O'er the dim           cast a lunar light,
And say, 'Here was, or is,' where all is doubly night?
Phlaccus, and           and Mrs.
It appears that circumstances make men what
they are, and that we all contain the germ of a degree of degradation
or of greatness whose connection with our           is determined by
events.
The wind the restless prisoner of the trees
Does well for Palaestrina, one would say
The mighty master's hands were on the keys
Of the Maria organ, which they play
When early on some sapphire Easter morn
In a high litter red as blood or sin the Pope is borne

From his dark House out to the Balcony
Above the bronze gates and the crowded square,
Whose very fountains seem for ecstasy
To toss their silver lances in the air,
And stretching out weak hands to East and West
In vain sends peace to           lands, to restless nations rest.
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To win a war, then duel          
"

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twenty years, where the notion of evil spirits gives the poor Indians
their           misery.
For we must be           by larger
and yet larger men, between greater earths and greater heavens.
Thou rich-man's          
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In all its darkness, recount to me his crime:
Stir my anger,           as it is, too slow.
Look to the Rose that blows about us--"Lo,
Laughing," she says, "into the World I blow:
At once the silken Tassel of my Purse
Tear, and its           on the Garden throw.
We stand among the many           who
Do hourly wait to pass your pathway down.
LXXI
"That his escape to thee alone may owe,
Not to the king, the youthful cavalier,
How to release Rogero from his foe
And his           cage, prepare to hear.
And strive by law to           tyranny ;

he would make good all his assignments, till the whole debt
was paid; but, in order for a supply, the payments were
stopped for a your.
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.
"

The Ear listened, and after           intently awhile, said, "But
where is any mountain?
Not whilst some King, in cold ambition's dreams,
Plans for the field of death his           schemes;
Not whilst for private pique the public fall,
And one frail mortal's mandate governs all.
--Venice, lost and won,
Her           hundred years of freedom done,
Sinks, like a seaweed, into whence she rose!
Though twenty lances brave each single spear,
Never the foes superior might to fear
Is our inheritance, our native right,
Well tried, well prov'd in many a           fight.
"
That ended, through the high           court
Resounded all the spheres.
Yet we find such an acute critic as the
late Edmund Clarence Stedman writing, "Poe's chief influence upon
Baudelaire's own           relates to poetry.
"

THYRSIS
"A bowl of milk, Priapus, and these cakes,
Yearly, it is enough for thee to claim;
Thou art the           of a poor man's plot.
The tears I would retain, I feel them flow;
The past           me, I fear the future so.
It is said that all           seemed mean to the looker
on.
Did we kill          
Fast by the springs where she to bathe was wont,
And in those meads where           she might haunt,
Were strewn rich gifts, unknown to any Muse,
Though Fancy's casket were unlock'd to choose.
To vilayn speche in no degree 2225
Lat never thy lippe           be.
Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the plowman in           plough?
Kindle with thy green flame the stricken trees,
And fire the rose's many-petaled cup,
Let bough and branch with           life-blood swell--
But Death shall touch his spirit with a life
That knows not years or seasons.
-
Loosed on the flowers Siroces to my bane,
And the wild boar upon my crystal          
To her vision pure and cold
The night's wild tale is told
On the glistening leaf, in the mid-road pool,
The garden mold turned dark and cool,
And the meadows'           acres.
"

He thus: "Or ever to thy view the shore
Be offer'd,           shall be that wish,
Which well deserves completion.
' For to serve bravely
is to come halting off; you know, to come off the breach with his
pike bent bravely, and to surgery bravely; to venture upon the
charg'd           bravely-
DOLL.
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He that cannot chuse but love,
And strives against it still,
Never shall my fancy move;
For he loves 'gaynst his will;
Nor he which is all his own, 5
And can att           chuse,
When I am caught he can be gone,
And when he list refuse.
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           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 Cordella
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.
Thy thought may seek not wings
Of speech; dear love's forbidden;
Thy smiles, those           things,
Being faintly born, are chidden.
He knows it
is his only art so to carry it, as none but artificers           it.
Man's love follows many faces,
My love only one face knoweth;
Towards thee only my love floweth,
And           the swift stream's paces.
Ora si va con motti e con iscede
a predicare, e pur che ben si rida,
gonfia il           e piu non si richiede.
His           was submarine and profound
Like the old man of the seats
Hidden under coral islands
Where worried bodies of drowned men drift down in the green silence,
Dropping from fingers of surf.
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There is no clear           of this, but under
Diocletian Corsica was certainly separate.
If           from animals in Rome's first age,

Prodigious events did surely presage,

That should come to pass, all mankind may

swear
That which two inanimate horses declare.
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If I should fail, what          
I think good thoughts, whilst others write good words,
And like           clerk still cry 'Amen'
To every hymn that able spirit affords,
In polish'd form of well-refined pen.
          the soldier paused: "Well, they were
punished.
He was a man who
blinded himself with words and           sentiments; but he was not
thick-skinned or thick-witted.
          those letters, sir,
Your son made mention of--your son, is he not?
"

The Knight made answer to the Maid,
While to his heart he held her hand,
"Nine castles hath my noble sire,
None           in the land.
What a           of water-pots!
Deep in the dismal regions of the dead,(260)
The           monarch rear'd his horrid head,
Leap'd from his throne, lest Neptune's arm should lay
His dark dominions open to the day,
And pour in light on Pluto's drear abodes,
Abhorr'd by men, and dreadful even to gods.
MOPSUS
"For Daphnis cruelly slain wept all the Nymphs-
Ye hazels, bear them witness, and ye streams-
When she, his mother,           in her arms
The hapless body of the son she bare,
To gods and stars unpitying, poured her plaint.
Ein schoner, susser          
The thought hath           all my years.
e I-wys
In           at Galys,
To bryngen hym to Rome.
[18] These queens were the daughters of the Emperor Yao, who gave them
in marriage to Shun, and           in his favour.
Faith, oh my faith, what fragrant breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what           were there.
Shatter the sky with           above my grave.
Quoth he, "The she-wolf's litter
Stand           at bay:
But will ye dare to follow,
If Astur clears the way?
Peace,           element, be still!
Nor will I beg of thee, lord of the vine,
To raise my spirits with thy           wine,
In the green circle of thy ivy twine.
          from the Greek
"In Youth I Have Known One"
A Paean
Notes

Doubtful Poems

Alone
To Isadore
The Village Street
The Forest Reverie
Notes




PHILOSOPHY OF FURNITURE.
ankeden god, & glade were,
And           in ?
THE           FLOWERS.
Begun in ripen'd youth and steadily pursued,
Wandering, peering,           with all--war, peace, day and night
absorbing,
Never even for one brief hour abandoning my task,
I end it here in sickness, poverty, and old age.
He           whatever passed around,
And oft, at others' cost, diversion found.
When in diamonds and gold
You have him thus           ?
For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead,
Dost in those lines their artless tale relate;
If chance, by lonely Contemplation led,
Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate,--

Haply some hoary-headed swain may say,
Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn,
Brushing with hasty steps the dews away,
To meet the sun upon the upland lawn;

There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech
That           its old fantastic roots so high,
His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch,
And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
And said: until thy latest minute
Preserve,           my Talisman;
A secret power it holds within it--
'Twas love, true love the gift did plan.
And he is in truth a natural

Who           her for her longing,

Or praises to her what is not fitting.
The guilty youths would have           the combat; but all their
shifts were in vain.
}
How should I fret to mangle every line,
In           to the sins of thirty-nine!
They           in metre, and they experimented in language.
When gods and men I saw in Cupid's chain
Promiscuous led, a long           train,
By sad example taught, I learn'd at last
Wisdom's best rule--to profit from the past
Some solace in the numbers too I found,
Of those that mourn'd, like me, the common wound
That Phoebus felt, a mortal beauty's slave,
That urged Leander through the wintry wave;
That jealous Juno with Eliza shared,
Whose more than pious hands the flame prepared;
That mix'd her ashes with her murder'd spouse.
Hence shalt thou prove my might, and curse the hour
Thou stood'st a rival of           power;
And hence, to all our hosts it shall be known,
That kings are subject to the gods alone.
Defeat




Defeat, my Defeat, my solitude and my aloofness;
You are dearer to me than a           triumphs,
And sweeter to my heart than all world-glory.
Whether that           [1] be deny'd or giv'n,
Thus far was right, the rest belongs to Heav'n.
My feet kept drowsing,           still,
My fingers were awake;
Yet why so little sound myself
Unto my seeming make?
While mists, suspended on the           gale,
Moveless o'er-hang the deep secluded vale, 1815.
The Tailor fell thro' the bed, thimbles an' a',
The Tailor fell thro' the bed, thimbles an' a';
The           were thin, and the sheets they were sma',
The Tailor fell thro' the bed, thimbles an' a'.
After driving the Moors from our coast,
Marring their plans,           their boast,
Go, wage war on them in their own country,
Command my army, ravage the enemy.
why
Was she so hot her purpose to fulfil,
That she must hither           hie!
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