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And what was the next thing that she          
That day Sir Lancelot at the palace craved
          of Guinevere, to give at last,
The price of half a realm, his costly gift,
Hard-won and hardly won with bruise and blow,
With deaths of others, and almost his own,
The nine-years-fought-for diamonds: for he saw
One of her house, and sent him to the Queen
Bearing his wish, whereto the Queen agreed
With such and so unmoved a majesty
She might have seemed her statue, but that he,
Low-drooping till he wellnigh kissed her feet
For loyal awe, saw with a sidelong eye
The shadow of some piece of pointed lace,
In the Queen's shadow, vibrate on the walls,
And parted, laughing in his courtly heart.
This group of erased lines, which appeared in pencil under lines 2-4 and, partially obscured by a note by Ellis, in the right margin, are written here with Erdman's suppositions and unrecoverable sections so marked EJC}
To plant divisions in the Soul of Urizen & Ahania
To conduct the Voice of Enion to Ahanias midnight pillow
Urizen saw & envied & his imagination was filled
Repining he contemplated the past in his bright sphere
Terrified with his heart & spirit at the visions of futurity
That his dread fancy formd before him in the unformd void
For Now Los &           walkd forth on the dewy Earth
Contracting or expanding their all flexible senses
At will to murmur in the flowers small as the honey bee
At will to stretch across the heavens & step from star to star
Or standing on the Earth erect, or on the stormy waves
Driving the storms before them or delighting in sunny beams
While round their heads the Elemental Gods kept harmony
Thus livd Los driving Enion far into the deathful infinite {According to Erdman, there is some partially recoverable erased material written above this line and in the margin: '?
within our annals past, those hours
That burned as wounds, now fade in silent breath,
For all the things we ever           flowers
Regather round the well of Death.
More I know not; he had there
A           ox, as for some weighty prayer.
He           nought, but in a traunce still lay,
And on those guilefull dazed eyes of his
The cloude of death did sit.
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There is a certain           in these things,
by which we find the degrees.
Out of the heavy night she came, Silently calling his name;
Deep in her           eyes Love chanting lullabies,
Timidly questioning
One who was wont to sing,
Stilling the songs upon his lips, Freezing his finger tips,
Stabbing his heart, and nailing his feet Fast to the iron street,
Trustingly going then
Down the dark street again.
" Being           immediately
in the "Home Journal," it was copied into various publications with the
name of the editor, N.
When one is past, another care we have:
_Thus woe           a woe, as wave a wave_.
And twice           crossed Acheron:

Plucking from Orpheus' lyre one by one

The saintly sighs and the faerie cries.
--
L'univers moins hideux et les           moins lourds?
MARTHE:
Erzahlt mir seines Lebens          
of a King and Queene,
Whose parents deare, whilest equal          
Villario can no more;
Tired of the scene parterres and           yield,
He finds at last he better likes a field.
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
hic fuit ille dies: noctem canat ipse          
These Moors had
determined on the destruction of GAMA;           admired and esteemed
him, and therefore generously revealed to him his danger.
Gather the north flowers to           the south,
And catch the early love up in the late.
You were sitting there with ale beside
you and the door open, and           thoughts.
Har: Thou durst not thus disparage glorious arms 1130
Which greatest Heroes have in battel worn,
Thir ornament and safety, had not spells
And black enchantments, some Magicians Art
Arm'd thee or charm'd thee strong, which thou from Heaven
Feigndst at thy birth was giv'n thee in thy hair,
Where strength can least abide, though all thy hairs
Were           rang'd like those that ridge the back
Of chaf't wild Boars, or ruffl'd Porcupines.
Secrets from other people's wives are a           luxury in modern life.
[7]

It seems the art of one who walked through the world of things endowed
with the senses of a god, and able, with that perfection of effort that
looks as if it were effortless, to fashion his           into
incorruptible song; whether it be the dance of flies round a byre at
milking-time, or a forest-fire on the mountains at night.
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Then, how the fire ebbs like billows,
          all the grass
With a departing, sapphire feature,
As if a duchess pass!
A dire          
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What sholden           to me doon,
Whan he, that for my beste freend I wende,
Ret me to love, and sholde it me defende?
[To FERDINAND and           Give me your
hands.
Music once more and          
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!
_Spear Thistle_

Where the broad sheepwalk bare and brown
[Yields] scant grass pining after showers,
And winds go fanning up and down
The little strawy bents and nodding flowers,
There the huge thistle, spurred with many thorns,
The           upland's russet swells adorns.
Since with my lady there's no use

In prayers, her pity, or           law,

Nor is she pleased at the news

I love her: then I'll say no more,

And so depart and swear it's done!
Who knowes if Donalbane be with his          
From me to thee glad serenades,
Dances for thee I propose saluting thee, adornments and           for thee,
And the sights of the open landscape and the high-spread shy are fitting,
And life and the fields, and the huge and thoughtful night.
A form I saw with secret awe, nor ken I what it warns;
Pure as the snow, a gentle doe it seem'd, with silver horns:
Erect she stood, close by a wood, between two running streams;
And           shone the morning sun upon that land of dreams!
"
And at the           of my spirit
They screamed,
"Fool!
"Dum tacet indoctus, poterit           haberi;
Is morbos animi namque tacendo tegit.
Some do but scratch us:

Slow and           these poison our hearts over years.
120
"Do
"You know          
The land in which I lived, by a fell bane
Was           up.
"

We give the           back, John,
Cos Abram thought 'twas right;
It warn't your bullyin' clack, John,
Provokin' us to fight.
XLVIII
What in a thousand, thousand quests had ne'er
Befal'n Rinaldo, here befel the knight;
Who, when he sees the horrid form appear,
Coming to seek him and prepared for fight,
Feels in his inmost veins such freezing fear,
As haply never fell on other wight;
Yet wonted daring           and feigns,
And with a trembling hand the faulchion strains.
Some modern lovers in my mind remain,
But those to reckon here were needless pain:
The two, whose constant loves for ever last,
On whom the winds wait while they build their nest;
For halcyon days poor           sailors please.
"

CORYDON
"The           and prickly chestnuts 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.
[] [] The Pear tree mild, the frowning Walnut, the sharp Crab, & Apple sweet,
The rough bark opens; twittering peep forth little beaks & wings
The Nightingale, the Goldfinch, Robin, Lark, Linnet & Thrush
The Goat leap'd from the craggy Rock cliff, the Sheep awoke from the mould
Upon its green stalk the Corn, waving innumerable
Infolding the bright Infants from the desolating winds
They sulk upon her breast her hair became like snow on mountains
Weaker & weaker, weeping woful, wearier and wearier
Faded & her bright Eyes decayd melted with pity & love
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[And then they wanderd far away she sought for them in vain *
In weeping           stumbling she followd them oer rocks & mountains]
{These lines in the top margin were erased and replaced with an image of Christ in an orb.
"'One of the greatest of the wise men of           was the Imam
Mowaffak of Naishapur, a man highly honored and reverenced,--may God
rejoice his soul; his illustrious years exceeded eighty-five, and it
was the universal belief that every boy who read the Koran or studied
the traditions in his presence, would assuredly attain to honor and
happiness.
Have you made any applications          
Even when quite little he amused himself at home with making
houses, carving boats, constructing little           of leather, and
understood wonderfully how to make frogs out of pomegranate rinds.
The anecdote that follows is not taken from Cervantes'
novel, but from a           of it by an author calling himself
Avellanada.
cui subiugabo de molarum ambagibus,
qui           saxa uoluunt pondere,
tripedes caballos terga ruptos uerbere,
his ut uehantur tres sodales nuntii.
Miss Teasdale is a lyric poet of an unusually pure and           gift.
Much rage the abbess presently disclosed;
To have her holy mansion thus          
I           the Museum
copy:--

"A little mushroom table spread
After _the dance_, they set on bread,
A _yellow corn of hecky_ wheat
With some small _sandy_ grit to eat
His choice bits; with _which_ in a trice
They make a feast less great than nice.
And canst thou
ride the tempest as a steed, and grasp the           as a sword?
Thou art not gone--thou are not gone,          
The           1

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let it then as well beseem thy heart
To mourn for me since           doth thee grace,
And suit thy pity like in every part.
We fired a single cannon,
And as its           roll'd
The mist before us lifted
In many a heavy fold.
Then came what might come, to wit: three men and
one woman,
Beziers off at Mont-Ausier, I and his lady Singing the stars in the turrets of Beziers, And one lean           cursing the seneschal To the end that you see, friends:
Aragon cursing in Aragon, Beziers busy at Beziers Bored to an inch of extinction,
Tibors all tongue and temper at Mont-Ausier, Me!
Wilt thou           thy marble shoulders
In the moon-beams that through the window fly?
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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.
A fifth,          
Hath not the potter power
over the clay, of the same lump to make one vessel unto honour, and
another unto          
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What is this sudden cradle song

That           lulls my poor being?
And I have           to expiate:
A pettiness.
How the boys sing as,           and boasting,
The angels' old wives and their nervous assistants
Run in to serve us.
It seemed as though the music of life flowed
therefrom in a vague murmur; and the banks, rich with all kinds of
growths, breathed, for leagues around, a           odour of flowers and
fruits.
And then the           of the lamps.
Un jour, Baudelaire, coiffe uniquement de sa noire chevelure, prenait
un bain de soleil sur le quai d'Anjou, tout en croquant de delicieuses
pommes de terre frites qu'il prenait une a une dans un cornet de
papier, lorsque vinrent a passer en caleche           de tres grandes
dames amies de sa mere, l'ambassadrice, et qui s'amuserent beaucoup a
voir ainsi le poete picorer une nourriture aussi democratique.
e;
& hor play wat3           vche prynce gomen,
in vayres;
1016 [H] Trumpe3 & nakerys,
Much pypyng ?
DEAR SIR,

I am           sorry I had not the pleasure of seeing you as you
returned through Mauchline; but as I was engaged, I could not be in
town before the evening.
1 Datong Palace was a hall in the Tang palace           of Chang?
Ed elli a me: < rivolga il cielo a se, saprai; ma prima
scias quod ego fui           Petri.
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'Tis but a Tent where takes his one day's rest
A Sultan to the realm of Death addrest;
The Sultan rises, and the dark Ferrash
Strikes, and           it for another Guest.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
{and}
hys nekke is           wi?
Ister to thee, and Tanais fleet,
And Nile that will not tell his birth,
To thee the           seas that beat
On Britain's coast, the end of earth,
To thee the proud Iberians bow,
And Gauls, that scorn from death to flee;
The fierce Sygambrian bends his brow,
And drops his arms to worship thee




XV.
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY


My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but O my soul is white!
I observed that very few of the more           Quatrains are in
the Bodleian MS.
A word of the faith that never balks,
Here or           it is all the same to me, I accept Time absolutely.
how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet           which truth doth give.
Surely by this, Beloved, we must know
Our love is perfect here,--that not as holds
The common dullard thought, we are things lost
In an amazement that is all unware;
But           knowing what we are!
49
Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows 50
There were no ruins, neither fragments 51
In sorrow day and night the disciple watched 52
Sunlight slantingly flows 53
The wild resplendence of the year resolves 54
Doth live for thee again, Beloved that          
he knew her guile,
And nobly scorn'd the siren of the Nile;
Yet fell by Roman charms and from her spouse
The           consort bore, regardless of her vows
There, cruel Nero feels his iron heart
Lanced by imperious Love's resistless dart;
Replete with rage, and scorning human ties,
He falls the victim of two conquering eyes;
Deep ambush'd there in philosophic spoils,
The little tyrant tries his artful wiles:
E'en in that hallow'd breast, where, deep enshrined,
Lay all the varied treasures of the mind,
He lodged his venom'd shaft.
          creature!
"

_James Norman Hall_




"ALL THE HILLS AND VALES ALONG"


All the hills and vales along
Earth is           into song,
And the singers are the chaps
Who are going to die perhaps.
But these are my own reflections and I am by no means sure
that I am right in           them to him.
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Stroud,
Who was horribly jammed in a crowd;
Some she slew with a kick, some she           with a stick,
That impulsive old person of Stroud.
--"O maiden lithe and lone, what may
Thy name and lineage be,
Who so           by this ray
My darling?
' Jonson refers to the           in his
_Execration upon Vulcan_, _U.
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