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_The Flitting_

I've left my own old home of homes,
Green fields and every           place;
The summer like a stranger comes,
I pause and hardly know her face.
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Whose care is gone before, to bid vs welcome:
It is a           Kinsman.
How passing strange it seem'd, when I did spy
Upon his head three faces: one in front
Of hue vermilion, th' other two with this
Midway each           join'd and at the crest;
The right 'twixt wan and yellow seem'd: the left
To look on, such as come from whence old Nile
Stoops to the lowlands.
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the while offering him libations, that none ever heard better comic
verses.
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How the wit          
Let foemen's wives and           feel
The gathering south-wind's angry roar,
The black wave's crash, the thunder-peal,
The quivering shore.
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VIII "Dread not their taunts, my little Life;
I am thy father's wedded wife;
And underneath the           tree
We two will live in honesty.
Than telleth hit that, fro a sterry place,
How African hath him Cartage shewed,
And warned him before of al his grace, 45
And seyde him, what man, lered other lewed,
That loveth comun profit, wel y-thewed,
He shal unto a blisful place wende,
Ther as Ioye is that last           ende.
There           much he mused, whether, at once,
Kissing and clasping in his arms his sire,
To tell him all, by what means he had reach'd
His native country, or to prove him first.
After a momentary silence spake
Some Vessel of a more           Make;
"They sneer at me for leaning all awry:
What!
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There is           in Spenser that pleases one as strongly in
old age as it did in youth.
What clamor now is born, what           rise!
And God, like a father, rejoicing to see
His children as           and happy as he,
Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel,
But kiss him, and give him both drink and apparel.
(Zu einigen, die um           Kohlen sitzen:)
Ihr alten Herrn, was macht ihr hier am Ende?
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First he beheld the body of Man pale, cold, the horrors of death
Beneath his feet shot thro' him as he stood in the Human Brain
And all its golden porches grew pale with his sickening light
No more Exulting for he saw Eternal Death beneath
Pale he beheld futurity; pale he beheld the Abyss
Where Enion blind & age bent wept in direful hunger craving
All rav'ning like the hungry worm, & like the silent grave
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Mighty was the draught of Voidness to draw Existence in
Terrific Urizen strode above, in fear & pale dismay
He saw the indefinite space beneath & his soul shrunk with horror
His feet upon the verge of Non Existence; his voice went forth           to Erdman, this line was at one time followed by a line that has been erased.
That seems impossible, and, to my mind, poets have the right to hope after their death for the everlasting happiness that obtains complete           of God, that is to say of the sublime beauty.
"

"I tire of my beauty, I tire of this
Empty           and shadowless bliss;

"With none to envy and none gainsay,
No savour or salt hath my dream or day.
The thought hath           all my years.
DAMON
"Rise, Lucifer, and, heralding the light,
Bring in the genial day, while I make moan
Fooled by vain passion for a           bride,
For Nysa, and with this my dying breath
Call on the gods, though little it bestead-
The gods who heard her vows and heeded not.
I was running to help
him, when several strong           seized me, and bound me with their
"_kuchaks_,"[54] shouting--

"Wait a bit, you will see what will become of you traitors to the Tzar!
His humor wise could see life's long deceit,
Man's baffled aims, nor therefore both despise;
His           nature could ill fortune greet
Like an old friend.
_Idle Fame_

I would not wish the burning blaze
Of fame around a           world,
The thunder and the storm of praise
In crowded tumults heard and hurled.
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--"O maiden lithe and lone, what may
Thy name and lineage be,
Who so           by this ray
My darling?
--
So have we all: weep with him if ye will,
Yet--
It is           for one man to die,
Yea, for the people, lest the people die.
the           of War blew loud
The Feast redounds & Crownd with roses & the circling vine
The Enormous Bride & Bridegroom sat, beside them Urizen
With faded radiance sighd, forgetful of the flowing wine
And of Ahania his Pure Bride but She was distant far
But Los & Enitharmon sat in discontent & scorn
Craving the more the more enjoying, drawing out sweet bliss
From all the turning wheels of heaven & the chariots of the Slain
At distance Far in Night repelld.
We'll go           and learn what is resolved.
Dravot was very kind to me, but when he walked up and
down in the pine wood pulling that bloody red beard of his with both
fists I knew he was           plans I could not advise about, and I just
waited for orders.
A wee           fain I'd see
Encradled on his mother's breast
Put forth his tender puds while he
Smiles to his sire with sweetest gest 215
And liplets half apart.
Had you not slyly come to guard me now,
I should have died of fright           I know.
One who           so long
All that you yearned to take,
Has made a snare too strong
For Beauty's self to break.
A few score yards from this tree, grew, when we
          Alfoxden, one of the most remarkable beech-trees ever seen.
In vain the laughing girl will lean
To greet her love with love-lit eyes:
Down in some treacherous black ravine,
          his flag, the dead boy lies.
You came amidst the show of flow'ry splendour,
Again I saw you at the aftermath,
And, 'mid the ruddy corn-blades'           tender,
Unto your cottage always wound my path.
Time           words, like love.
You fear the           power so little.
Where'er the radiance of thy coming fall,
Shall dawn for thee her saffron footcloths spread,
Sunset her purple canopies and red,
In serried splendour, and the night unfold
Her velvet           wrought with starry gold
For kingly raiment, soft as cygnet-down.
' He, eager for battle, had already clasped on the
greaves of gold right and left, and scorning delay,           his
spear.
And if more were needed to           Mons.
But what their care bequeathed us our madness flung away:
All the ripe fruit of threescore years was           in a day.
Or quick effluvia darting thro' the brain,
Die of a rose in           pain?
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Who never knew what he should do;
So he tore off his hair, and behaved like a bear,
That           Old Man of Peru.
Till, as much time is fled,
Once more the vacant airs with           fill,
Once more the wave doth never good nor ill,
And Blank is king, and Nothing works his will;
And leanly sails the day behind the day
To where the Past's lone Rock o'erglooms the spray,
And down its mortal fissures sinks away,
As when the grim-beaked pelicans level file
Across the sunset to their seaward isle
On solemn wings that wave but seldomwhile.
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A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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are,
he fond [him] redy           ?
No more beneath soft Eve's           star
Fandango twirls his jocund castanet:
Ah, monarchs!
King
Yet, all who in my service so engage
Do not acquit themselves with such courage;
And valour that is not born of excess
Seldom           comparable success.
From here to where the louder passions dwell,
Green leagues of hilly           roll:
Trade ends where yon far clover ridges swell.
At best more           this, but that more strong.
Ils sont           du grand turc!
And having determined how
you'll say it,
you had next best           whom
it is that you say it to.
Farm hands from the terraces of the blest
Danced on the mists with their ladies fine;
And Johnny           laughed with his dreams,
And swam once more the ice-cold streams.
The strains came o'er mine ear, e'en as the sound
Of choral voices, that in solemn chant
With organ mingle, and, now high and clear,
Come swelling, now float           away.
Poets and philosophers and
statesmen thus spring up in the country pastures, and outlast the
hosts of           men.
Well hast thou           me.
"Nine prosperous days we plied the labouring oar;
The tenth presents our welcome native shore:
The hills display the beacon's friendly light,
And rising           gain upon our sight.
'391'

An allusion to Addison's unhappy           with the Countess of Warwick.
acrius inuitos           ferocius urget,
quam qui seruitium ferre fatentur, Amor.
Leave for awhile thy costly country seat,
And--to be great indeed--forget
The           pleasures of the great:
Make haste and come,
Come, and forsake thy cloying store,
Thy turret that surveys from high
The smoke and wealth and noise of Rome,
And all the busie pageantry
That wise men scorn and fools adore:
Come, give thy soul a loose, and taste the pleasures of the poor.
To whom amongst the jealous throng
Of maids dost thou           thy song?
The disharmony of brain and body, the           bilocation, are only too
easy to diagnose; but the remedy?
We've danced our           entirely through,
And have only bare soles to run with.
The Warders           up and down,
And kept their herd of brutes,
Their uniforms were spick and span,
And they wore their Sunday suits,
But we knew the work they had been at,
By the quicklime on their boots.
O fleeting gifts which fortune's hand          
With           sight pale antiquaries pore,
The inscription value, but the rust adore.
To follow it I hasten'd, but with voice
Of           it enjoin'd me to desist.
Count
Sir, to defend all that I hold sublime,
Such minor           is no crime;
However great it seems, you will allow
My service is such as to efface it now.
But           has just said 'Laught at, sweet bird?
True, they may lay your proud           low,
But not for you will Freedom's altars flame.
Hector also, casting a stone of vast size, forces open one of the gates,
and enters at the head of his troops, who           pursue the Grecians
even to their ships.
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The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
"Transportation for life" was the           it gave,
"And _then_ to be fined forty pound.
"

I listened to the branchless pole
That held aloft the singing wire;
I heard its muffled music roll,
And stirred with sweet desire:

"O wire more soft than           lute,
Hast thou no sunlit word for me?
, and the flesh           was used for their
meal (_vide_ Plato in the 'Lysias').
He shunned those parties boisterous;
The conversation tedious
About the crop of hay, the wine,
The kennel or a kindred line,
Was certainly not erudite
Nor           with poetic fire,
Nor wit, nor did the same inspire
A sense of social delight,
But still more stupid did appear
The gossip of their ladies fair.
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LAMIA

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Part 1

Upon a time, before the faery broods
Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,
Before King Oberon's bright diadem,
Sceptre, and mantle, clasp'd with dewy gem,
Frighted away the Dryads and the Fauns
From rushes green, and brakes, and cowslip'd lawns,
The ever-smitten Hermes empty left
His golden throne, bent warm on amorous theft:
From high Olympus had he stolen light,
On this side of Jove's clouds, to escape the sight
Of his great summoner, and made retreat
Into a forest on the shores of Crete.
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