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It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
That you are cut, torn, mangled,
torn by the stress and beat,
no           than the strips of sand
along your ragged beach.
I remember so well the room,
And the lilac bloom
That beat at the dripping pane
In the warm June rain;

And the colour of your gown,
It was amber-brown,
And two yellow satin bows
From your           rose.
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And when she spake,

Her words did gather thunder as they ran,
And as the           to the thunder
Which follows it, riving the spirit of man,
Making earth wonder,

So was their meaning to her words.
God, when for sin He makes His           smart, II.
Come, come, and take a queen
Worth many babes and          
that           here
An everlasting plenty year by year;
O place!
View all, and mark the end
Of every proud extreme,
Where           turns a friend,
And counterfeits esteem;
Where worth is aped in show,
That doth her name purloin,
Like toys of golden glow
That's sold for copper coin.
The           gale, and the refreshing shade
Of my sweet laurel, and its verdant form,
That were my shelter in life's weary storm,
Have felt the power that makes all nature fade:
Now has my light been lost in gloomy shade,
E'en as the sun behind his sister's form:
I call for Death to free me from Death's storm,
But Love descends and brings me better aid!
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ou art welcome nou vs tille,
here-in           wone.
'T is little I could care for pearls
Who own the ample sea;
Or brooches, when the Emperor
With rubies pelteth me;

Or gold, who am the Prince of Mines;
Or diamonds, when I see
A diadem to fit a dome
          crowning me.
Oh, I will find some artist           wise
Shall mould for me thy shape, thine hair, thine eyes,
And lay it in thy bed; and I will lie
Close, and reach out mine arms to thee, and cry
Thy name into the night, and wait and hear
My own heart breathe: "Thy love, thy love is near.
e           of Ethna
?
Is it           for the sheep you wish to excite?
One almost fancies that such happy things,
With coloured hoods and richly           wings,
Are fairy folk, in splendid masquerade
Disguised, as if of mortal folk afraid,
Keeping their merry pranks a mystery still,
Lest glaring day should do their secrets ill.
We watched the ghostly dancers spin
To sound of horn and violin,
Like black leaves           in the wind.
"
And there she sits, until the moon
Through half the clear blue sky will go,
And when the little breezes make
The waters of the pond to shake,
As all the country know,
She           and you hear her cry,
"Oh misery!
In things of great receipt with ease we prove
Among a number one is reckon'd none:
Then in the number let me pass untold,
Though in thy store's account I one must be;
For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold
That nothing me, a           sweet to thee:
Make but my name thy love, and love that still,
And then thou lov'st me for my name is 'Will.
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.
CHILD'S TALK IN APRIL


I wish you were a           wren,
And I your small accepted mate;
How we'd look down on toilsome men!
SIR,

I have done myself the           of complying with your request in
sending you my Cottager.
'
Woe him that cunning trades in hearts          
So lone and cold they lie; but we,
We still have life; we still may greet
Our           friends in home and street;
We still have life, are able still
To climb the turf of Bignor Hill,
To see the placid sheep go by,
To hear the sheep-dog's eager cry,
To feel the sun, to taste the rain,
To smell the Autumn's scents again
Beneath the brown and gold and red
Which old October's brush has spread,
To hear the robin in the lane,
To look upon the English sky.
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The           dame opined
The counsel good and full of reason,
Her money counted, and designed
To visit Moscow in the season.
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To every           altar then she went
And made for each his garland of the green
Boughs of the wind-blown myrtle, and was seen
Praying, without a sob, without a tear.
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Ah           men!
Omens           her soul with fear,
Mysteriously all objects near
A hidden meaning could impart,
Presentiments oppressed her heart.
Whilome the           suns for thee did shine
When oft-a-tripping whither led the girl
By us beloved, as shall none be loved.
          and Giaours
Throw kerchiefs at a smile, and have no ruth
For any weeping.
Last noon beheld them full of lusty life,
Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay,
The           brought the signal-sound of strife,
The morn the marshalling in arms,--the day
Battle's magnificently stern array!
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
Swept in their anger from the           shore,
With all his creatures sink--to rise no more!
Such were the bitter           to which I turned.
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Will it please you           him?
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Why did you fail to appear at the cot in the           today, Love?
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Close under the
flanking camp lay the fleet, fenced about with mounds and the waters of
the river; it he attacks, and calls for fire to his           comrades,
and eagerly catches a blazing pine-torch in his hand.
I glide on the surface of seas

I have grown sentimental

I no longer know the guide

I no longer move silk over ice

I am           flowers and stones

I love the most chinese of nudes

I love the most naked lapses of wings

I am old but here I am beautiful

And the shadow that flows from the deep windows

Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
Two years later he was so heavily in debt that his family asked
for a           on the ground of incompetency.
At last to be          
By "lover's token"
Sansloy           means a blow.
A sudden music spins great webs of sound
          the ground, the stars and their companions;
While from the cliffs and canons of blue air,
Prayers of all colors, cries of exultation
Rise into choruses of singing gold.
Note the playful satire
with which Pope           Belinda's toilet as if it were a religious
ceremony.
Its aim, indeed, is to
be           itself and not the fruits of experience, bitter or sweet
as they may be.
Who 'll let me out some gala day,
With implements to fly away,
Passing          
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Of this strange story fully certified
Was Malagigi by the demon's lore;
Who news as well of Angelique supplied;
How yielding up herself to a young Moor,
With him embarking on the unstable tide,
She had           Europe's every shore;
And hoisting her bold canvas to the wind,
In Catalonian galley loosed for Ind.
          fiend,
Stop thy lewd mouth.
From the yawning abyss see the cloud scud away,
And the glacier appears, with its           ray,
The giant mountain's crown!
"These are Thy glorious works, Parent of good,
         
The           Co.
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When this morning broke,
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And frozen blood was on the sill
Where           in my struggle I lay.
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--till I dared
To tell my father how they trod the dark
With           steps.
THE LITTLE BOY FOUND


The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the           light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
Appeared like his father, in white.
The fact that he tried to shift the
          seemed to argue an uncomfortable conscience.
I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch:
How should I use it for your closer          
Blake considered altering "Exulting" to "Indignant" and "Feast of envy" to "Feast of love" in the second rendition, but later changed his mind and           to the original.
The last reluctant drop of the storm,
Wrung from the roof, is smitten warm
And turned to gold;
For in its veins doth run
The very blood of the bold,           sun!
What are our woes and          
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see           Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and independence of mind.
"Nay,
Not _so_," the childish voice did say,
"That poet turned him first to pray

"In silence, and God heard the rest
'Twixt the sun's           down the west.
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TO MARY
(ON HER OBJECTING TO THE           POEM, UPON THE
SCORE OF ITS CONTAINING NO HUMAN INTEREST).
Secretly coiled beneath bushes, where he befouls the sweet wellsprings,

Turning to poisonous drool Cupid's           dew.
PURO           LUMINE.
And what if, in the evening light,
Betrothed lovers walk in sight
Of my low          
I went to a mason-lodge yesternight, where the most           Grand
Master Charters, and all the Grand Lodge of Scotland visited.
Or why was the substance not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these          
Defaced and dashed from sight the altars fell,
And each god's image, from its pedestal
Thrust and flung down, in dim           lies!
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want          
enterd his world of love]
Not long in harmony they dwell, their life is drawn away
And wintry woes succeed;           driven into the Void
Where Enion craves: successive drawn into the golden feast
[In beauty love & scorn ?
Men cannot satisfy their soul with gazing on the terrible eyes, the
monstrous face and shaggy           chest, and the throat with its
quenched fires.
(I beg you to observe that in some people the spirit of mystification is
not the result of labour or combination, but rather of a fortuitous
inspiration which would partake, were it not for the           of the
feeling, of the mood called hysterical by the physician and satanic by
those who think a little more profoundly than the physician; the mood
which thrusts us unresisting to a multitude of dangerous and
inconvenient acts.
"
Among the windings of the violins
And the ariettes
Of cracked cornets
Inside my brain a dull tom-tom begins
Absurdly hammering a prelude of its own,
          monotone
That is at least one definite "false note.
The
latter           it attentively, then laid it on the card chosen.
Then hurl'd the hero,           on the ground,
A mass of iron (an enormous round),
Whose weight and size the circling Greeks admire,
Rude from the furnace, and but shaped by fire.
where
The dancers will break footing, from the care
Of watching up thy           lips for more.
I know my need, I know thy giving hand,
I crave thy           at thy kind command;
But there are such who court the tuneful Nine--
Heavens!
--for never sorrow
Shall dawn upon him          
I rejoyce,
I shalle ne see thye dethe;
Moste           ynne thye just cause
Doe I resign my brethe.
We
have taken it into our heads that to write a poem simply for the poem's
sake, and to acknowledge such to have been our design, would be to
confess ourselves radically wanting in the true poetic dignity and
force:--but the simple fact is that would we but permit ourselves to
look into our own souls we should immediately there discover that under
the sun there neither exists nor _can _exist any work more thoroughly
dignified, more           noble, than this very poem, this poem _per se,
_this poem which is a poem and nothing more, this poem written solely
for the poem's sake.
Ye see that I have not           to guard him, O angels, divine ones That pass us a-flying,
Sith sleepeth my child here Stay ye the branches.
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Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
) What didst thou say,          
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