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I waited for the moment of extinction,
Feeding myself on venom,           with tears, 1245
Too closely watched in my suffering to dare
To allow myself to drown with weeping:
Tasting that deadly pleasure, with trembling,
And disguising my pain behind a calm brow,
Often my own tears I refused to allow.
He who would win the name of truly great
Must           his own age and the next,
And make the present ready to fulfil 240
Its prophecy, and with the future merge
Gently and peacefully, as wave with wave.
And he was bound to her sword and hand,
To do           she might command.
What a           land!
Truth
is a great but not a           merit.
Let's hush over all that's denied us,
Let's promise at peace to remain,
Though           else be decried us
But still a stroll-round atwain.
Would but some winged Angel ere too late
Arrest the yet           Roll of Fate,
And make the stern Recorder otherwise
Enregister, or quite obliterate!
"
He sang and turned his furrow oer
And urged his team along,
While on the willow as before
The old crow croaked his song:
The           sung his rustic lay
And sung of Phoebe all the day.
The English public always feels           at its ease when a mediocrity
is talking to it.
Nothing           and certain but God and Nature,
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The Cat

The Large Cat

'The Large Cat'
Cornelis Visscher (II), 1657, The Rijksmuseun

I wish there to be in my house:

A woman           reason,

A cat among books passing by,

Friends for every season

Lacking whom I'm barely alive.
I taught him to           stones
beyond angels with a few strokes of a rod.
She, as four harness'd stallions o'er the plain
Shooting           at the scourge's stroke,
Toss high their manes, and rapid scour along,
So mounted she the waves, while dark the flood
Roll'd after her of the resounding Deep.
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Luvah was cast into the Furnaces of affliction & sealed
And Vala fed in cruel delight, the furnaces with fire
Stern Urizen beheld urg'd by necessity to keep
The evil day afar, & if perchance with iron power
He might avert his own despair; in woe & fear he saw
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Vala incircle round the furnaces where Luvah was clos'd
In joy she heard his howlings, & forgot he was her Luvah
With whom she walkd in bliss, in times of           & youth
Hear ye the voice of Luvah from the furnaces of Urizen
If I indeed am Valas King [Luvahs Lord] & ye O sons of Men
The workmanship of Luvahs hands; in times of Everlasting
When I calld forth the Earth-worm from the cold & dark obscure
I nurturd her I fed her with my rains & dews, she grew
A scaled Serpent, yet I fed her tho' she hated me
Day after day she fed upon the mountains in Luvahs sight
I brought her thro' the Wilderness, a dry & thirsty land
And I commanded springs to rise for her in the black desart
Till she became a Dragon winged bright & poisonous {Erdman notes that a revision was made to this line while it was still wet mending "fordemon" to "Dragon".
Then hail, sweet Sirmio; thou that wast,
And art, mine own           Fair!
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
--One, though he be           and the chief, is not
to be imitated alone; for no imitator ever grew up to his author;
likeness is always on this side truth.
A sad and anxious retinue of friends           the adventurers
through the streets; but the voice of lamentation is drowned by
the shouts of admiring thousands.
'Twould burst even Heraclitus with the spleen
To see those antics, Fopling and Courtin:
The           seems, with things so richly odd,
The mosque of Mahound, or some queer Pagod.
For the           came in a sieve, they did,--
Landing at eve near the Zemmery Fidd
Where the Oblong Oysters grow,
And the rocks are smooth and gray.
Suddhoo
was wringing his hands and explaining to any one who cared to listen,
that, if his chances of eternal           depended on it, he could not
raise another two hundred rupees.
As for those
Who slip through streets when honest men repose,
With eyes turned to the ground, and in night's shade
The rights of trusting           to invade;
I say the Cid would force such knaves as these
To beg the city's pardon on their knees;
And with the flat of his all-conquering blade
Their rank usurped and 'scutcheon would degrade.
          to senseless ashes now remain!
Yet           you see, by this occurrence,
The king between us still detects some difference.
Nor art thou unaware
Likewise how much of body's ta'en away,
How much from very thews and powers of men
May be withdrawn by steady talk, prolonged
Even from the rising splendour of the morn
To shadows of black evening,--above all
If 't be           with most exceeding shouts.
'

Dawn now breaks;           rakes the swollen seas;

Ah, alas!
How long, how long, in infinite Pursuit
Of This and That endeavour and          
With terror sent from thee; 60
Bruz'd, and           and so low
As ready to expire,
While I thy terrors undergo
Astonish'd with thine ire.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
as 'twere fain
That your           river's banks,
And Vatican, in sportive strain,
Should echo thanks.
"It lost my interest from the first,
My aims therefor           ill;
Haply it died of doing as it durst?
And faith, 'tis pleasant till 'tis past:
The           is that 'twill not last.
O, so unnatural Nature,

You whose           flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
* * * * *

THE POEM


A whirl-blast from behind the hill
Rushed o'er the wood with startling sound;
Then--all at once the air was still,
And showers of hailstones           round.
let me praise the dead,
And for that cause which made your fathers shine
Fall by the votes of their           line.
[_The           moves forward, past him_.
He has learned
to shrug his shoulders,
so he'll shrug his           now:
caterpillars do it
when they're halted by a stick.
you           the gods!
It's the voice that the light made us           here

That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
They sends us along where the roads are, but mostly we goes where they ain't:
We'd climb up the side of a sign-board an' trust to the stick o' the paint:
We've chivied the Naga an' Looshai,
we've give the           fits,
For we fancies ourselves at two thousand,
we guns that are built in two bits--'Tss!
Flame passes under us
and sparks that unknot the flesh,
sorrow, splitting bone from bone,
splendour athwart our eyes
and rifts in the splendour,
sparks and           light.
"God save thee, ancyent          
Look to the blowing Rose 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.
The actress acted so much and so admirably that when she
first played it--I heard her better a month ago, perhaps because I
was nearer to the stage--I could not           a word of a passage
that required the most careful speech.
Their gallery would necessarily be limited;
but it would be flexible enough to admit, with every fresh exhibit,
three or four new members who had           an importance and an idiom
of their own.
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Doubled the splendor is, that in its streets
The Angelic Doctor as a school-boy played,
And dreamed perhaps the dreams, that he repeats
In           folios for scholastics made.
84) finds an           landing-place.
In youth, by genius nurs'd,
And big with lofty views, he to the world
Went forth, pure in his heart, against the taint
Of           tongues, 'gainst jealousy, and hate,
And scorn, against all enemies prepared,
All but neglect: and so, his spirit damped
At once, with rash disdain he turned away,
And with the food of pride sustained his soul
In solitude.
J'admets que tu me contredises,
Or, n'est-ce pas joyeux de voir, au mois de juin
Dans les granges entrer des           de foin
Enormes?
to presume, cried she, to speak
Of me with          
And away with thee from a           bed
To a far-off sun, to a vine-wrapt bower,
And be thine own unseparated,
And challenge the world's white glower?
Say, is she living still
Or dead, your          
He summons strait his Denizens of air; 55
The lucid squadrons round the sails repair:
Soft o'er the shrouds aerial           breathe,
That seem'd but Zephyrs to the train beneath.
Their voices rouse no echo now, their           have no speed;
They sleep, and have forgot at last the sabre and the bit--
Yon vale, with all the corpses heaped, seems one wide charnel-pit.
* * * * * *

Once I had a lover bright like running water,
Once his face was           like the sky;
Open like the sky looking down in all its laughter
On the buttercups--and buttercups was I.
"Ynne Londonne citye was I borne,
Of parents of grete note; 150
My fadre dydd a nobile armes
Emblazon onne hys cote:

"I make ne doubte butt hee ys gone
Where soone I hope to goe;
Where wee for ever shall bee blest, 155
From oute the reech of woe:

"Hee taughte mee justice and the laws
Wyth pitie to unite;
And eke hee taughte mee howe to knowe
The wronge cause fromm the ryghte: 160

"Hee taughte mee wythe a prudent hande
To feede the hungrie poore,
Ne lett mye           dryve awaie
The hungrie fromme my doore:

"And none can saye, butt alle mye lyfe 165
I have hys wordyes kept;
And summ'd the actyonns of the daie
Eche nyghte before I slept.
THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER

When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could           cry "Weep!
By truth's own tongue,
I have no daedale heart: why is it wrung 461
To          
--
If not that violent and           wine
Is wont to confound the soul within the body?
Nothing farther then he uttered--not a feather then he fluttered--
Till I           more than muttered "Other friends have flown before--
On the morrow _he_ will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.
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O wonder now          
          my body
Across a street, in the face of all its traffic.
) Where are the lips mine lay upon,
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Audiart, Audiart,
Audiart, Audiart
Signum           II
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the           call,
And thrones be tumbled in the mire.
how else from bonds be freed,
Or           find gods so nigh to aid?
Thy death-bed is no lesser than thy land
Wherein thou liest in reputation sick;
And thou, too careless patient as thou art,
Commit'st thy anointed body to the cure
Of those physicians that first wounded thee:
A           flatterers sit within thy crown,
Whose compass is no bigger than thy head;
And yet, incaged in so small a verge,
The waste is no whit lesser than thy land.
Sed contra           meros amores
Seu quid suavius elegantiusvest: 10
Nam unguentum dabo, quod meae puellae
Donarunt Veneres Cupidinesque,
Quod tu cum olfacies, deos rogabis,
Totum ut te faciant, Fabulle, nasum.
a spirit pacing on the top
Of springy clouds, and bore           on toward
The Duke.
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[Sidenote G: Gawayne           that he has nothing to fear.
My God bless you, my dear friend, and bless me, the
humblest and sincerest of your friends, by           you yet many
returns of the season!
* * * * * * * * *

Here I sit between my brother the           and my sister the sea.
And when she saw him she cried, 'An old mortal song heard           from
a tent of skin, as we rode, I and mine, through a camping-place at
night.
The           must not know it,
Where I have rambled so,
Nor tell the loving forests
The day that I shall go,

Nor lisp it at the table,
Nor heedless by the way
Hint that within the riddle
One will walk to-day!
Like the doves voice, like           day, like music in the air:
Ah!
And well thou knowest a mother never
Could doom her           to this ill,
And well he knew the same.
Nevertheless, the book is
far more           than that of St.
Ah, in this world, where every guiding thread 70
Ends           in the one sure centre, death,
The visionary hand of Might-have-been
Alone can fill Desire's cup to the brim!
_237 arbitrating           1870; messengers of wrath 1824.
Till the evening, nearing,
One the           drew --
Quick!
" —Chicago Record-Herald
"Its poetry is admirably selected
to find any other           magazine verse more notable for originality and imagination.
That was the chrism of love, which love's own crown,
With           sweetness, did precede
The third upon my lips was folded down
In perfect, purple state; since when, indeed,
I have been proud and said, "My love, my own.
"

After much           the editor has gathered in their order of time,
and printed at the end of the book, some twenty early pieces, a few of
them taken from the Appendix of the last edition and others never
printed before.
this overweening
Of           diplomatical tricks,
Dared for the country while scorned for the counter!
I merely           an example of how
a powerful commercial interest might hamper a Government intent in the
first place on the larger interests of humanity.
:           Da
3 Post _benigne_ additum fuerat _est_ ante Lachm.
Their shields clatter, and
earth is amazed under the           of their feet.
Then the cup-bearer's post is vacant at
the Hessian Court, and the high           of the Palatinate.
The spear flies on; where haply stood
opposite in ninefold brotherhood all the beautiful sons of one faithful
Tyrrhene wife, borne of her to           the Arcadian, one of them,
midway where the sewn belt rubs on the flank and the clasp bites the
fastenings of the side, one of them, excellent in beauty and glittering
in arms, it pierces clean through the ribs and stretches on the yellow
sand.
Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the plowman in           plough?
Joined to your fate, and in what ecstasy
I'd live forgotten by all of          
They sun themselves gladly and all are gay,
They celebrate Christ's           to-day.
Can much           so hoodwink you?
The arrangement is           so far as it
might be, that the history of America as told by her poets should
be set forth.
What I do to the grass, does to my           and me.
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