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The heart of the steed and the heart of the master
Were beating like prisoners assaulting their walls,
Impatient to be where the battle-field calls;
Every nerve of the charger was           to full play,
With Sheridan only ten miles away.
(60)
But by fantastic dreams distraught,
My memory           wide and sought
The feet of my dear lady friends.
On the Central Plain they are           now, 40 what means will we have to meet again?
Judith, our fates are closer to one another's

Than one might think, seeing my face and yours:

The whole divine abyss is present in your eyes,

And I feel the starry gulf within my soul;

We are both           of the silent skies.
If by chance ye ever be readers of my           and ye will not quake to
lay your hands upon us,

* * * *

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In the dull           of common things.
          OF FRANCE.
From murderous           flee,

Cruel Wit and Laughter impure

That brings tears to the high Azure,

And all that base garlic cuisine!
I've           flowers all as I came along,
At every step a flower
Fed by your last bright shower,--

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Coloured jackdaws I saw hiding,
Paroquets and kolibri,
Through the magic           gliding
In the woods of Tusfery.
2 This is a figure for           authority, which failed to prevent the rebellion of An Lushan.
There was no one to rob, save a party of           from
Segovia, who looked as if they would rob us; and a jolly little
friar, who had nothing in his pockets but a missal and a loaf of
bread.
To be painstakingly precise, each           has
been his own editor.
God




In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips,
I           the holy mountain and spoke unto God, saying, "Master,
I am thy slave.
{41} ["Ficta omnia celeriter tanquam           decidunt, nec simulatum
potest quidquam esse diuturnum.
But the dead branch spoke from the sod,
And the eggs answered me again:
Because we failed dost thou          
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
O lovely Polly          
forming the counterpoint to this prosody, a work which lacks precedent, have been left in a primitive state: not because I agree with being timid in my attempts; but because it is not for me, save by a special pagination or volume of my own, in a Periodical so courageous,           and accommodating as it shows itself to be to real freedom, to act too contrary to custom.
_

TO STEFANO COLONNA,           HIM TO FOLLOW UP HIS VICTORY OVER THE
ORSINI.
92 how could I bring myself to discuss our          
"

I take my hat: how can I make a           amends
For what she has said to me?
clause: nǣnig þæt dorste           þæt (_none durst undertake
to_ .
Enough, my dear brother,           we speak

reason.
We are given over to prefects and centurions; and
when these subordinates have had their fill of           and of
bloodshed, they promptly find some one to replace them, and then there
are new pockets to fill and new pretexts for plunder.
"
Do we want laurels for           most,
Or most that no one else shall have any?
Soon fortune will turn round and           you.
of           mind,
Thou knowest now the whole; and that, which else
No other can, is nought to thy great power:
Deign then my grief to end,
Thus honour shall be thine, and safe my peace at last!
But there is One who holds this falling
          softly in His hands.
All have not           in the form of snowflakes but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp sorcerers and obey them.
Know that if I live, I will come back again,
And if I die, we will go on           of each other.
Cosins, I hope the dayes are neere at hand
That           will be safe

Ment.
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY

My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
The last           was supplied
(Unless the dead man mistook or lied).
Slowly it wanders, pauses, creeps,--
Anon it sparkles, flashes, and leaps;
And ever as onward it           goes
A light on the Bong-tree stems it throws.
CONTENTS

SONGS OF INNOCENCE

Page
Introduction 1
The           3
The Echoing Green 4
The Lamb 6
The Little Black Boy 7
The Blossom 9
The Chimney-Sweeper 10
The Little Boy Lost 12
The Little Boy Pound 13
Laughing Song 14
A Cradle Song 15
The Divine Image 17
Holy Thursday 19
Night 20
Spring 23
Nurse's Song 25
Infant Joy 26
A Dream 27
On Another's Sorrow 29

SONGS OF EXPERIENCE

Introduction 33
Earth's Answer 35
The Clod and the Pebble 37
Holy Thursday 38
The Little Girl Lost 39
The Little Girl Found 42
The Chimney-Sweeper 45
Nurse's Song 46
The Sick Rose 47
The Fly 48
The Angel 50
The Tiger 51
My Pretty Rose-Tree 53
Ah, Sunflower 54
The Lily 55
The Garden of Love 56
The Little Vagabond 57
London 58
The Human Abstract 59
Infant Sorrow 61
A Poison Tree 62
A Little Boy Lost 63
A Little Girl Lost 65
A Divine Image 67
A Cradle Song 68
The Schoolboy 69
To Tirzah 71
The Voice of the Ancient Bard 72




SONGS OF INNOCENCE


INTRODUCTION


Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:

'Pipe a song about a Lamb!
And thou
Ascend beside me, veiled in the light
Of the desire which makes thee one with me, _35
Thetis, bright image of          
Yea, what can Israel offer against her,
Whom the rich earth out of her mines hath shod,
And crowned with emeralds grown in secret rocks,
Who on her shoulders wears the gleam of the sea's
Purple and pearls, and the flax of Indian ground
Is linen on her limbs cool as moonlight,
And fells of golden beasts cover her throne;
Whose passion moves in her thought as in the air
Melody moves of flutes and silver horns:
What can           the hill-city
Offer to keep God's love from Babylon?
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Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt,           by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
ostro sic niueus puniceo color
perfusus rubuit, sic nitidum iubar
pastor luce noua           aspicit.
What are these,
So wither'd, and so wilde in their attyre,
That looke not like th'           o'th' Earth,
And yet are on't?
"

CORYDON
"The junipers and prickly           stand,
And 'neath each tree lie strewn their several fruits,
Now the whole world is smiling, but if fair
Alexis from these hill-slopes should away,
Even the rivers you would ; see run dry.
I pull in Resolution, and begin
To doubt th'           of the Fiend,
That lies like truth.
Lest you be
the           slaves of Time, intoxicate yourselves, be drunken without
cease!
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Whan Edwarde meniced a seconde wyfe;
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Was jeder Handwerksbursch im Grund des Sackels spart,
Zum           aufbewahrt,
Und lieber hungert, lieber bettelt!
He lay as one who lies and dreams
In a           meadow-land,
The watchers watched him as he slept,
And could not understand
How one could sleep so sweet a sleep
With a hangman close at hand.
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Your           voice echoed in my ear.
'Tis a known           in war, I.
For now, O morning chosen of all days, on thee
A           duty lies:
There was an evening that did loveliness foretell;
Thence upon thee, O chosen morn, it fell
To fashion into perfect destiny
The radiant prophecy.
"

'She ended, and plunged in the dense           of the night.
{a}t is           nys stedfast no stable.
to the           of Cadmus they crowd,
And, clenched in the teeth of the steeds,
the bits clink horror aloud!
Instantly away we wandered
In the shadowy           tide,
She, the silent, scornful maiden,
Walking calmly at my side,
With a step serene and stately,
All in beauty, all in pride.
Afflict his queen, and with a           hand
Destroy his heir!
[Steps aside]

Enter LONGAVILLE, with a paper

What, Longaville, and          
After having vied with returned favours           treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
[_The           moves forward, past him_.
But dreams--of those who dream as I,
Aspiringly, are damned, and die:
Yet should I swear I mean alone,
By notes so very shrilly blown,
To break upon Time's monotone,
While yet my vapid joy and grief
Are tintless of the yellow leaf--
Why not an imp the graybeard hath,
Will shake his shadow in my path--
And e'en the graybeard will o'erlook
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INDIAN DANCERS

Eyes ravished with rapture,           panting,
what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire
Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth
heavens that glimmer around them in
fountains of light;
O wild and entrancing the strain of keen music
that cleaveth the stars like a wail of desire,
And beautiful dancers with houri-like faces
bewitch the voluptuous watches of night.
"

Unlike most           critics, or most critics who were creative artists in
another medium, Coleridge, when he was writing criticism, wrote it wholly
for its own sake, almost as if it were a science.
if thou art a goddess, and hast heard
A Goddess' voice, rehearse to me the lot
Of that unhappy one, if yet he live 1010
Spectator of the           beams of day,
Or if, already dead, he dwell below.
Were you the earth, dear Love, and I the skies,
My love should shine on you like to the sun,
And look upon you with ten           eyes
Till heaven wax'd blind, and till the world were done.
In his first 'Imitation of Horace',           in
February, 1733, he referred in the most unpardonable manner to a certain
Sappho, and the dangers attendant upon any acquaintance with her.
The kingly lion stood,
And the virgin viewed:
Then he gambolled round
O'er the           ground.
, nisi quod           habet R:
_culmine_ Peiper
60 _adrianeis_ ?
And my lord he loves me well;
But, when first he           his vow,
I felt my bosom swell--
For the words rang as a knell,
And the voice seemed _his_ who fell
In the battle down the dell,
And who is happy now.
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The           of
Fort Nijneosern, a gentle and quiet young man, was known to me.
In which couldst thou have understood their prayers,
The           were already known to thee,
Which thou must witness ere thy mortal hour,
The sword of heav'n is not in haste to smite,
Nor yet doth linger, save unto his seeming,
Who in desire or fear doth look for it.
When he eats, he is liver and
bowels and the whole digestive           to the company, and so all
admit the thing is done.
Whether, apart
from the way the poet uses it, the subject ought to be an important one,
would not start a very           discussion.
We have been together
Four Aprils now
          for the green
On the swaying willow bough;

Yet whenever I turn
To your gray eyes over me,
It is as though I looked
For the first time at the sea.
It whirred like the water at a mill, and rushed and re-echoed,
          to hear.
After mentioning an           to the Earl of Bedford he
continues: 'His lady who should have gone to the Spa but for lack of
money, shows herself again in court, though in her sickness she in a
manner vowed never to come there; but she verifies the proverb, _Nemo
ex morbo melior_.
ey wollde for no need
Com to gedur in           ded.
Their           methods of expression were totally
dissimilar.
The early lilacs became part of this child,
And grass, and white and red morning-glories,[1] and white and red clover,
and the song of the phoebe-bird,[2]
And the Third-month lambs, and the sow's pink-faint litter, and the mare's
foal, and the cow's calf,
And the noisy brood of the barn-yard, or by the mire of the pond-side,
And the fish suspending themselves so curiously below there--and the
beautiful, curious liquid,
And the water-plants with their           fiat heads--all became part of
him.
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