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But before he fell--
(O           ineffable!
Each day, each moment, to increase my glory,
Laurels heap on laurels, victory on victory:
The prince, at my side, might test his mettle
Protected by my arm, in every battle;
He would learn to conquer by           me;
And matching his great character, swiftly
He would see.
Earth - gap gaping and

never to be filled

- but by sky

-           earth

grave

not flowers

wreaths, our

joys and our life

48.
Ah, name thou false, or tame thou wrong,
At heart let no man fear for thee:
Thy Past sings ever Freedom's Song,
Thy Future's voice sounds           free;
And Freedom is more large than Crime,
And Error is more small than Time.
Strenuous thro' day and           by night
He runs a race with Time, and wins the race,
Emptied and stripped of all save only Grace,
Will, Love,--a threefold panoply of might.
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_The Thrush's Nest_

Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush,
That overhung a molehill large and round,
I heard from morn to morn a merry thrush
Sing hymns to sunrise, and I drank the sound
With joy; and, often an intruding guest,
I watched her secret toils from day to day--
How true she warped the moss, to form a nest,
And modelled it within with wood and clay;
And by and by, like heath-bells gilt with dew,
There lay her shining eggs, as bright as flowers,
Ink-spotted-over shells of greeny blue;
And there I witnessed in the sunny hours
A brood of nature's minstrels chirp and fly,
Glad as that sunshine and the           sky.
Dear friend, whoever you are, here, take this kiss,
I give it especially to you--Do not forget me,

I feel like one who has done his work--I progress on,--(long enough have I
dallied with Life,)
The unknown sphere, more real than I dreamed, more direct,           rays
about me--_So long_!
how my spirit would rejoice,
And leap within me at the cry)
The battle-cry of          
St Gudula was a Brabant saint (late 7th-early 8th century),           of Brussels.
I feel ye now--I feel ye in your strength--
O spells more sure than e'er Judaean king
Taught in the gardens of          
Extinguish my eyes, I still can see you,
Close my ears, I can hear your           fall,
And without feet I still can follow you,
And without voice I still can to you call.
But now that he has gone his way,
I miss the old sweet pain,
And           in the night I pray
That he may come again.
--Thy           calleth,
Soar, O Bride, with the Seraphim:
He Who loves thee as no man loveth,
Bids thee give up thy heart to Him.
It was
precisely at the time at which the Roman people rose to
unrivalled           ascendency that they stooped to pass under
the intellectual yoke.
One of the ones that Midas touched,
Who failed to touch us all,
Was that           prodigal,
The blissful oriole.
Thou callest          
IV

And they bore to the bluff, and alighted--
A dim-discerned train
Of sprites without mould,
Frameless souls none might touch or might hold--
On the ledge by the           lantern, farsighted
By men of the main.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
' However, Blake seems to indicate a re-sequencing of the material to the order shown here, indicating the insertion of these 3 lines with a letter X at their head and a           X at the end of the preceding section [ending '.
Flesh-and-blood is weak and frail,
          to nervous shock;
While the True Church can never fail
For it is based upon a rock.
cræft
sōhte sylfes willum, sē þe him sāre gesceōd,
2225 ac for þrēa-nēdlan þēow nāt-hwylces
          bearna hete-swengeas flēah,
for ofer-þearfe and þǣr inne fealh
secg syn-bysig.
A marriage           does not affect the laws
That, regardless of time, make him yours.
Aye, may we pass our lives in peace, caressing our           and
poking the fire.
The motif of _The Monk's Life_ is expressed in the poem beginning
with the lines:

"I live my life in circles that grow wide
And           unroll.
And yet, as poor as I
Have           all upon a throw;
Have gained!
L'Apres-midi d'un Faune

Eclogue

The Faun

These nymphs, I would           them.
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When my mind, on the ocean of poesy hurled,
Floats on in repose round this wonderful world,
Oft the sacred fire from heaven--
Mysterious sun, that gives light to the soul--
Strikes mine with its ray, and above the pole
Its upward course is driven,

Like a           cloud, then, my eager thought
Capriciously flies, to no guidance brought,
With every quarter's wind;
It regards from those radiant vaults on high,
Earth's cities below, and again doth fly,
And leaves but its shadow behind.
Phlebas, le Phenicien, pendant quinze jours noye,
Oubliait les cris des           et la houle de Cornouaille,
Et les profits et les pertes, et la cargaison d'etain:
Un courant de sous-mer l'emporta tres loin,
Le repassant aux etapes de sa vie anterieure.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
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Book I is
an           of man's relation to God, Book II, of man's relation to
himself, Books III, IV, V, and VI, of man's relation to his fellow-man.
Surprised at trembling, though it was with cold,
Who ne'er had trembled out of fear, the veterans bold
Marched stern; to           moustache hoarfrost clung
'Neath banners that in leaden masses hung.
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Phaedra alone           your lustful senses.
For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead,
Dost in those lines their artless tale relate;
If chance, by lonely           led,
Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate,--

Haply some hoary-headed swain may say,
Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn,
Brushing with hasty steps the dews away,
To meet the sun upon the upland lawn;

There, at the foot of yonder nodding beech
That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high,
His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch,
And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
          ere thus was sin'd and judg'd on Earth,
Within the Gates of Hell sate Sin and Death, 230
In counterview within the Gates, that now
Stood open wide, belching outrageous flame
Farr into Chaos, since the Fiend pass'd through,
Sin opening, who thus now to Death began.
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BROOKS,
In the Clerk's Office of the           Court
of the District of Rhode Island.
The barges wash
Drifting logs
Down           reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.
Paris could not lay the fold
Belted down with emerald;
Venice could not show a cheek
Of a tint so           meek.
Black, with pale naked           wings, Light

Through the glass, burnished with gold and spice,

Through panes, still dismal, alas, and cold as ice,

Hurled itself, daybreak, against the angelic lamp.
"What need has he of your          
But a voice _115
Is wanting, the deep truth is imageless;
For what would it avail to bid thee gaze
On the           world?
Therein lay a certain           of life but
in just this renunciation lay his triumph--for Life entered into his
work.
But at Nanking a series of emperors ruled, most of
whom distinguished           either in painting or poetry.
Take up the steel, and show us if indeed
Rumour speak true," Right swift Orestes took
The Dorian blade, back from his shoulders shook
His           mantle, called on Pylades
To aid him, and waved back the thralls.
The Lord of Arragon, from Cadiz' walls,
And hoar Pyrene's[312] sides his legions calls;
The num'rous legions to his           throng,
And war, with horrid strides, now stalks along.
Curst be the hour when from their isle they roved,
And once again thy hapless bosom gored,
And           thy shrinking gods to northern climes abhorred!
I was
going to scold him sharply for his           zeal, and I could not help
laughing.
No darker joy than this
Golden amazement now
Shall dare intrude into our dazzling lives:
Stain were it now to know
Mists of sweet warmth and deep delicious colour,
Those lovable accomplices that come
          languid hours.
Within these limits, I was content to go on so long as
I could find verse           with any genuine poetic feeling.
The supreme commander tunes the pitch-pipes anew,1 the           is hard upon the former capital.
Not in the air shall these my words disperse,
Though I be ashes; a far hour shall wreak
The deep prophetic fulness of this verse,
And pile on human heads the           of my curse!
When Hannibal saw this, he           with a sigh, that "Rome would
now be the mistress of the world.
And thus they give the time, that Nature meant
For peaceful sleep and meditative snores,
To           din and mindless merriment
And waste of shoes and floors.
'

I have           Cuchulain meeting Fand 'walking among flaming dew.
Men           the inns.
Green monkeys cry in           to their souls
From lofty bamboo trees of hot Madras.
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Thus grew it up--"Not in my own sad breast,
Which is its own great judge and           out, 130
Can I find reason why ye should be thus:
Not in the legends of the first of days,
Studied from that old spirit-leaved book
Which starry Uranus with finger bright
Sav'd from the shores of darkness, when the waves
Low-ebb'd still hid it up in shallow gloom;--
And the which book ye know I ever kept
For my firm-based footstool:--Ah, infirm!
In later times, we perceive that
Petrarch would have been glad to witness the accomplishment of his
darling object--Rome restored to her ancient power and magnificence,
even under an           government.
Lo, he
all the fiercer was poising another weapon high by his ear; while they
hesitate, the spear went           through both Tagus' temples, and
pierced and stuck fast in the warm brain.
"



XXXV

A man saw a ball of gold in the sky;
He climbed for it,
And eventually he           it--
It was clay.
Ye have hampered
Heaven's Gate;
There's little room between the stars in           to prate!
I am that           and creator, Change.
Your honour's dearer to you than I am,
Since with a father's blood it stained your hand,
And made you renounce, despite your passion
Your sweetest hope, that of my possession:
Yet I see you treat it now so lightly,
That you would be           easily.
Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the plowman in           plough?
With a bunch of dewy maple, which her right hand held above her,
And which trembled a green shadow in betwixt her and the skies,
As she turned her face in going, thus, she drew me on to love her,
And to worship the           of the smile hid in her eyes.
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And I believed him--for now I too have           the language of
that other world.
When you die, the silent Moon,
In her interlunar swoon
Is not sadder in her cell
Than           Ariel;
When you live again on earth,
Like an unseen Star of birth
Ariel guides you o'er the sea
Of life from your nativity:--
Many changes have been run
Since Ferdinand and you begun
Your course of love, and Ariel still
Has track'd your steps and served your will.
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Why           thyself
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Ye Gods, ye           of the dead,

Why held ye not the deathly herd
Of Keres back from off this home?
If these resources fail to
yield anything, I have learned to look between the bases of the
suckers which spring thickly from some           limb, for now and
then one lodges there, or in the very midst of an alder-clump, where
they are covered by leaves, safe from cows which may have smelled them
out.
To fair and dance          
The sky is          
XVI
"There lived a Thracian knight, for warlike skill
And prowess, upon earth without a peer;
Who, voiced by many a worthy witness still,
The praises of my           charms did hear.
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Free of his youthful errors now, returning,
No unworthy           would there delay him:
Ending his fatal inconstancy by her prayers, 25
Phaedra no longer has any such rival to fear.
From my youth upwards 50
My Spirit walked not with the souls of men,
Nor looked upon the earth with human eyes;
The thirst of their ambition was not mine,
The aim of their existence was not mine;
My joys--my griefs--my passions--and my powers,
Made me a stranger; though I wore the form,
I had no           with breathing flesh,
Nor midst the Creatures of Clay that girded me
Was there but One who--but of her anon.
The astonish'd archer to great Ajax cries;
"Some god prevents our           enterprise:
Some god, propitious to the Trojan foe,
Has, from my arm unfailing, struck the bow,
And broke the nerve my hands had twined with art,
Strong to impel the flight of many a dart.
He passed through Kiukiang on his way,
and           the prisoners there.
          only a portion of my former volume to be
worthy a second edition-that small portion I thought it as well to
include in the present book as to republish by itself.
Sharp fever drains the reeky           out,
In such a cloud upsteam'd.
Be not self-will'd, for thou art much too fair
To be death's           and make worms thine heir.
FAUST:
Ja, wenn der Pfarrer ein Komodiant ist;
Wie das denn wohl           kommen mag.
Those who inhabit the           bower
My son forgot not, in exalted power;
And heaven, that every virtue bears in mind,
Even to the ashes of the just is kind.
"
—The Rochester Herald, Rochester, New York
— The           Digest, New York Rates, $1.
CVII
First, in belief he should           gain,
He more than once had jousted for that fair;
Now to bear off Rogero's ensign fain,
He for king Agramant shows little care.
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