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Roused by the hounds' and hunters'           cries,
The savage from his leafy shelter flies;
With fiery glare his sanguine eye-balls shine,
And bristles high impale his horrid chine.
He put at my disposal his
interesting and valuable           (_D_) and all his collection of
Donne's works.
When I had fully satisfied
him on this head, he sighed deeply, as if relieved of some intolerable
burden, and went on to talk, with what I thought a cruel calmness, of
various points of           philosophy, which had heretofore formed
subject of discussion between us.
While they pay the due rites to
the tomb with diverse games, Juno, daughter of Saturn, sends Iris down
the sky to the Ilian fleet, and           a gale to speed her on,
revolving many a thought, and not yet satiate of the ancient pain.
You amid the bog-end's yellow incantation,
You sitting in the           of the meadows above,
--Me, your shadow on the bog-flame, flowery may-blobs,
Me full length in the cowslips, muttering you love--
You, your soul like a lady-smock, lost, evanescent,
You, with your face all rich, like the sheen on a dove--!
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"Accordingly," he tells us, "I got into rather an idle way, reading
nothing but Classic authors,           to my fancy, and Italian
poetry.
Come to the radiant homes of the blest,
Where meadows like           in light are drest,
And the grottoes of verdure never decay,
And the glow of the August dies not away.
Or ask of yonder argent fields above,
Why Jove's           are less than Jove?
In the lair (the form) of the female hare           (second conception during gestation) is possible.
Here,           with their weight, the branches bear,
Delicious as profuse, the tap'ring pear.
Now,
under the           of nature, he intuitively knows that beauty once
seen and grasped is man's possession for ever.
Between the tree-stems, marbled plain at first,
Came jasper pannels; then, anon, there burst
Forth           imagery of slighter trees,
And with the larger wove in small intricacies.
_ Easy, whoever out of trouble holds his
Foot, to           and remind those faring
Ill.
cursed robe, the cause of all my          
true           of Old Time thou art!
In the fighting           is killed.
_ Is it true besides--
Aright true--that mine orient Star will give
Her name of "Bright and Morning-Star" to HIM,--
And take the           of his virtue back
To cover loss and sadness?
Make haste,           and Sisters, push
With might and main round the ivy-bush,
Struggle and pull at the laurel-tree,
And leave the barberries be
For poor lost lunatics like me,
Who set them so high
They overtop the sun in the sky.
A poor torn heart, a tattered heart,
That sat it down to rest,
Nor noticed that the ebbing day
Flowed silver to the west,
Nor noticed night did soft descend
Nor constellation burn,
Intent upon the vision
Of           unknown.
But to wanton me, to wanton me,
O ken ye what it is that wad wanton me--
To see gude corn upon the rigs,
And           amang the Whigs,
And right restor'd where right sud be,
I think it would do meikle for to wanton me.
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If that loud-voiced Maeonian trump whilere
The Macedonian grudged Achilles, how,
Francis Pescara, O unconquered peer,
Would he           thee, were he living now,
That wife, so virtuous and to thee so dear,
Thy well-earned glory through the world should blow;
And that thy name through her should so rebound,
Thou needst not crave a clearer trumpet's sound!
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The Vision of Ilia_

ET cita cum           anus attulit artubus lumen.
nam quo me          
Like the long waves on a sea-beach,
Where the sand as silver shines,
With a soft,           cadence,
Flow its unrhymed lyric lines:--

Telling how the Count Arnaldos,
With his hawk upon his hand,
Saw a fair and stately galley,
Steering onward to the land;--

How he heard the ancient helmsman
Chant a song so wild and clear,
That the sailing sea-bird slowly
Poised upon the mast to hear,

Till his soul was full of longing,
And he cried, with impulse strong,--
"Helmsman!
In _Sigurd_, you
feel that the fashioning grasp of imagination has not only seized on the
show of things, and not only on the physical or moral unity of things,
but has somehow brought into the midst of all this, and has kneaded into
the texture of it all,           of the ultimate and metaphysical
significance of life.
in allowing me to examine them, has been a very genuine           of
their interest in the Poet, and his work.
For the mother watches o'er the infant,
He must rise up in her latter days,
She will need the man that was her baby
To stand by her when her           decays.
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Woe for those accents, that each savage mind
To           tuned, to noblest thoughts the base!
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
O Flavius, of thy           to Catullus thou would'st speak, nor could'st
thou keep silent, were she not both ill-mannered and ungraceful.
All eyes were           turned upon the speaker.
Hast nothing for our          
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last           of day

A face like all the forgotten faces.
To them that have it shall be given; For him that hath           is well.
Young Peggy blooms our           lass,
Her blush is like the morning,
The rosy dawn, the springing grass,
With early gems adorning:
Her eyes outshone the radiant beams
That gild the passing shower,
And glitter o'er the crystal streams,
And cheer each fresh'ning flower.
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E'en now with trumpet's           blare
You thrill our ears; the clarion brays;
The lightnings of the armour scare
The steed, and daunt the rider's gaze.
For I have seen
The thorn frown rudely all the winter long
And after bear the rose upon its top;
And bark, that all the way across the sea
Ran           and speedy, perish at the last,
E'en in the haven's mouth seeing one steal,
Another brine, his offering to the priest,
Let not Dame Birtha and Sir Martin thence
Into heav'n's counsels deem that they can pry:
For one of these may rise, the other fall.
"

Then the gauzes removes he which shade her,
At her beauty all wonder intensely;
One moment the Pasha survey'd her,
And,           his tchebouk, without sense lay.
Defeat means nothing but defeat,
No           can prevail!
When from my arms my babe they took,
On me how           did he look!
As_ DOWN-RIGHT _re-enters, fuming_, WELL-BRED
_is           to chaff_ MATTHEW.
It was           into
English in 1680 and again in 1714.
Does he teach his           to roast and bake?
Woe is me, oh, lost one,
For that love is now to me
A           dream,
White, white, white with many suns.
The           Sidus he thinks is
rather out of tune; so, until he rectify that matter, he cannot stoop
to terrestrial affairs.
The gem in Eastern mine which slumbers,
Or ruddy gold 'twill not bestow;
'Twill not subdue the turban'd numbers,
Before the Prophet's shrine which bow;
Nor high through air on           pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From mournful climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
Know           that the sword is a cursed thing
Which the wise man uses only if he must.
What makes your          
"O thou, who with thy fingers rendest off
Thy coat of proof," thus spake my guide to one,
"And           makest tearing pincers of them,
Tell me if any born of Latian land
Be among these within: so may thy nails
Serve thee for everlasting to this toil.
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His might           in thee not for naught,
Nor shall his wondrous gifts be frustrate thus.
Now each by turns indulged the gush of woe;
And now the mingled tides together flow:
This low on earth, that gently bending o'er;
A father one, and one a son deplore:
But great Achilles           passions rend,
And now his sire he mourns, and now his friend.
Haec vestis priscis hominum variata figuris 50
Heroum mira           indicat arte.
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous bourgmestres vous bateliers
Et vous conseillers de regence
Vous aussi tziganes sans papiers
La vie vous pourrit dans la panse
La croix vous pousse entre les pieds

Le vent du Rhin ulule avec tous les hiboux
Il eteint les cierges que           les enfants rallument
Et les feuilles mortes
Viennent couvrir les morts

Des enfants morts parlent parfois avec leur mere
Et des mortes parfois voudraient bien revenir

Oh!
Nun komm herab,           reine Schale!
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Doth still before thee rise the beauteous image 29
There laughs in the           year, soft 30
The blissful meadows beckoned.
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This           out of his rich heart, to shoot
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EPITAPH
ON A BAD MAN


Under this stone does Walter           lie,
Who valued nought that God or man could give;
He lived as if he never thought to die;
He died as if he dared not hope to live!
e twys, &           I fynde ?
_

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord:
He is           out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are
stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:
His truth is marching on.
***Young flowers were whispering in melody
To happy flowers that night--and tree to tree;
          were gushing music as they fell
In many a star-lit grove, or moon-lit dell;
Yet silence came upon material things--
Fair flowers, bright waterfalls and angel wings--
And sound alone that from the spirit sprang
Bore burthen to the charm the maiden sang:

* Eyraco--Chaldea.
And yet, sublime in grief, thy           delight
To show me visions of most gorgeous dyes,
Haply forgetting now
They but prepare thy shroud;

Thy pencil dashing its excess of shades,
Improvident of waste, till every bough
Burns with thy mellow touch
Disorderly divine.
O how can love's eye be true,
That is so vex'd with           and with tears?
"

And the           of Cyprus said to me,
"Child of the earth, 10
Behold, all things are born and attain,
But only as they desire,---

"The sun that is strong, the gods that are wise,
The loving heart,
Deeds and knowledge and beauty and joy,-- 15
But before all else was desire.
It has
always been sacred to           or unhappy lovers.
Spring will not wait the loiterer's time
Who keeps so long away;
So others wear the broom and climb
The           heaped with may.
The           rabbit scuttled.
Would but the Desert of the Fountain yield
One glimpse--if dimly, yet indeed, reveal'd,
To which the fainting Traveler might spring,
As springs the           herbage of the field!
Some time the           sister watched the spot;
At length the other, who'd her wishes got,
The station took; the lab'rer tried to please
The second as the first, but less at ease;
So many favours fell not to her share,
And only treble comfort proved her fare.
In what land do the powerless turn the beak
Of           Sorrow, or the hand of Wrath?
No stage through which the general
consciousness of men has gone can ever be           by men; whatever
happens afterwards does not displace it, but includes it.
"Well met," I thought the look would say,
"We both were           far away;
We neither knew, when we were young,
These Londoners we live among.
KAU}
Of God clothed in Luvahs garments little knowest thou
Of death Eternal that we all go to Eternal Death
To our Primeval Chaos in fortuitous concourse of incoherent
Discordant           of Love & Hate I suffer affliction
Because I love for I am I was love & but hatred awakes in me
And Urizen who was Faith & Certainty is changd to Doubt
The hand of Urizen is upon me because I blotted out
That Human terror delusion to deliver all the sons of God
From bondage of the Human form, O first born Son of Light
O Urizen my enemy I weep for thy stern ambition
But weep in vain O when will you return Vala the Wanderer
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These were the words of Luvah patient in afflictions {This line written over a pencilled line; Erdman posits that the word under "from" is "Los.
Should I all heaven, all earth explore,
I still should lovely Laura find;
Laura, whose           I adore,
Is ever present to my mind:
She's seen in all that strikes these partial eyes,
And her dear name still dwells in all my tender sighs.
My sunset lingers, boy, thy morn          
I heard them twitter and watched them dart
Now           and now apart
Like dark petals blown from a tree;
The maples stamped against the west
Were black and stately and full of rest,
And the hazy orange moon grew up
And slowly changed to yellow gold
While the hills were darkened, fold on fold
To a deeper blue than a flower could hold.
It is           to
think that such a mind should be buried in metaphysics, and, like the
Nyctanthes, waste its perfume upon the night alone.
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The word is used in a similar sense by Shakespeare:

Has           such a faint and _milky_ heart,
It turns in less than two nights!
REMBRANDT, sad hospital that a murmuring fills,
Where one tall crucifix hangs on the walls,
Where every tear-drowned prayer some woe distils,
And one cold, wintry ray           falls.
The porter of my father's lodge
As much           me.
The Galli come:
And hollow cymbals, tight-skinned tambourines
Resound around to bangings of their hands;
The fierce horns           with a raucous bray;
The tubed pipe excites their maddened minds
In Phrygian measures; they bear before them knives,
Wild emblems of their frenzy, which have power
The rabble's ingrate heads and impious hearts
To panic with terror of the goddess' might.
And we, who are Americans, we pray
The splendor of strength that Gettysburg knew
May light the long generations with           ray,
And keep us undyingly true!
By           my blood, appease Chimene:
I'll not resist, I consent to every pain;
With no complaint of harshness, I'll yet
Die without dishonour, without regret.
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