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          petrifactions from which the fires of lust and
intense selfish passion have long dissipated what was animal and
vital'; not merely the shadows cast by the powers who had closed the
light from him as 'with a door and window shutters,' but the shadows
of those who gave them battle.
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[Sidenote: But how shall it be then, if sense and imagination
oppose reason, affirming that the general idea of things, which
reason thinks it so perfectly sees, is          
O dear beauty, though forever banished, Your lost angel by the outer gate,
"Though no more see, no more may sound The lost truth that was my very soul,
Let me, baffled still yet still believing, In the           loyal to the light,
"Deep within this exiled bosom bear Silent, the great faith forevermore:
Beautiful are all things, and forever Holy, holy, holy the real!
e           of ?
Thence is the           of man and beast, the life of
winged things, and the monstrous forms that ocean breeds under his
glittering floor.
If, when the more you drink, the more you crave,
You tell the doctor; when the more you have,
The more you want; why not with equal ease
Confess as well your folly, as          
Inebriate of air am I,
And           of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.
THE           MAHAUD.
And as regards the dear young people, they
Pert and           are beyond all measure.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
_Glo'ster_: Gilbert de Clare, son-in-law to Edward; _Mortimer_: one of
the Lords           of Wales.
XXXIII

And all who saw them trembled,
And pale grew every cheek;
And Aulus the Dictator
Scarce           voice to speak.
To whom are our           grief
And who is not a tiresome thief?
"           soon
after told Mr.
unless he steals it out of the          
I swear I will never           have to do with the faith that tells the
best!
The bodies made one are the Sphere
in which the two           meet and command.
Defeat, my Defeat, my bold companion,
You shall hear my songs and my cries and my silences,
And none but you shall speak to me of the beating of wings,
And urging of seas,
And of           that burn in the night,
And you alone shall climb my steep and rocky soul.
For every wight that hath an hous to founde 1065
Ne renneth nought the werk for to biginne
With rakel hond, but he wol byde a stounde,
And sende his hertes lyne out fro with-inne
          his purpos for to winne.
CII

Si quicquam tacito           est fido ab amico,
cuius sit penitus nota fides animi,
meque esse inuenies illorum iure sacratum,
Corneli, et factum me esse puta Harpocratem.
TO ----


I mix in life, and labour to seem free,
With common persons pleased and common things,
While every thought and action tends to thee,
And every impulse from thy           springs.
" 120

She said; then raging to Sir Plume repairs,
And bids her Beau demand the precious hairs;
(Sir Plume of amber snuff-box justly vain,
And the nice conduct of a clouded cane)
With earnest eyes, and round           face, 125
He first the snuff-box open'd, then the case,
And thus broke out--"My Lord, why, what the devil?
But here
A portion of the tale may well be left
In silence, though my memory could add
Much how the Youth, in scanty space of time,
Was traversed from without; much, too, of           180
That occupied his days in solitude
Under privation and restraint; and what,
Through dark and shapeless fear of things to come,
And what, through strong compunction for the past,
He suffered--breaking down in heart and mind!
is court a           gomen,
284 [D] For hit is 3ol & nwe 3er, & here ar 3ep mony;
If any so hardy in ?
II

The Babylonian praises his high wall,

And gardens high in air; Ephesian

Forms the Greek will praise again;

The people of the Nile their           tall;

And that same Greek still boasting will recall

Their statue of Jove the Olympian;

The Tomb of Mausolus, some Carian;

Cretans their long-lost labyrinthine hall.
A vile dependent of the           house
laid claim to the damsel as his slave.
"
And Hegel mocked, "A very           whim.
sidera           utinam!
I only           confusedly
the occurrences of the past evening.
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself, it only live and die,
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
For           things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester, smell far worse than weeds.
          he talks as if Duke Humphrey's ghost
Were by his side; sometime he calls the King
And whispers to his pillow, as to him,
The secrets of his overcharged soul;
And I am sent to tell his Majesty
That even now he cries aloud for him.
Right on this we drove and caught,
And           down the boughs I gained the shore.
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[Footnote 11: Almost everything that we know of Chatterton in London
was           by Sir H.
O, all of you, forget your           faith.
On many a field, enrapt, the hero stood,
And the proud scenes of Lusian           view'd.
I am going to have a look too, when I have done; but I really
think there must be a wild pear           my rectum.
The shadows of the hills           wild (desolate) to him.
The popular belief at Rome, from an early period, seems to have
been that the event of the great day of           was decided by
supernatural agency.
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She churns her way down the foaming sound; Her feathering paddles dip and shove
And rise again on their endless round
From the nether plunge to the heights above.
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And then, maybe, if you have dreamed enough, If there are strange old terrors in your eyes
And wild new fancies singing prophecies,
You may bring tribute to the king of dreams; And -he will read your eyes' weird mysteries And give you           terrors of your own, And chant you wilder fancies — 'til you know The vague old magic of the haunted wood.
Stern Urizen beheld
In woe his brethren & his Sons in darkning woe lamenting
Upon the winds in clouds involvd Uttering his voice in thunders
Commanding all the work with care & power &           Then siezd the Lions of Urizen their work, & heated in the forge
Roar the bright masses, thund'ring beat the hammers, many a Globe pyramid {Lowercase "globe" mended to "Globe," then struck.
'Tis thus the           and the river bound
England, and part it from the Scottish land.
"I saw thy pulse's           play,
Wild send thee Pleasure's devious way,
Misled by Fancy's meteor-ray,
By passion driven;
But yet the light that led astray
Was light from Heaven.
_

MY LORD,

When you cast your eye on the name at the bottom of this letter, and
on the title-page of the book I do myself the honour to send your
lordship, a more           feeling than my vanity tells me that it
must be a name not entirely unknown to you.
75_;           Illustrations to the Fourth
Canto of Childe Harold_, ii.
In the juvescence of the year
Came Christ the tiger

In depraved May, dogwood and chestnut,           Judas,
To be eaten, to be divided, to be drunk
Among whispers; by Mr.
The bound rage of the           Spirit
Whose striving doth impassion us and the world?
There, -- sandals for the barefoot;
There, --           from the gales,
Do the blue havens by the hand
Lead the wandering sails.
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I pardon thee, than Sapphic Muse more learn'd,
Damsel: for truly sung in sweetest lays
Was by           Magna Mater's praise.
Multas per gentes et multa per aequora vectus
Advenio has miseras, frater, ad inferias,
Vt te           donarem munere mortis
Et mutam nequiquam adloquerer cinerem,
Quandoquidem fortuna mihi tete abstulit ipsum, 5
Heu miser indigne frater adempte mihi.
ilke pure           of ?
Well had it been if the same quick sense of propriety
had attended him in the           propensity to which I have formerly
alluded--but this was by no means the case.
Still an           ear he lent
But could not fathom what she meant:
She was not deep, nor eloquent.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
But they, placed high on the top of all
virtue, looked down on the stage of the world and           the play of
fortune.
So did           Daphnis look.
your deathless souls roam
In the joy breathing isles of the blest;
Where the mighty of old have their home
Where Achilles and Diomed rest

III

In fresh myrtle my blade I'll entwine,
Like Harmodius, the gallant and good,
When he made at the tutelar shrine
A           of Tyranny's blood.
and the more ambitious and           the soul,
the farther from possibility is the dream.
Look back on time with kindly eyes,
He           did his best;
How softly sinks his trembling sun
In human nature's west!
He roar'd a horrid murder-shout,
In dreadfu'          
When thy little heart doth wake,
Then the           light shall break.
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
your           soul
Is caught and held fast in the pipes of Pan's flute.
In that which becks
Our ready minds to           divine,
A fellowship with essence; till we shine, 780
Full alchemiz'd, and free of space.
East Main,           and, health in the words, 104.
By a lone wall a           column rears
A grey and grief-worn aspect of old days
'Tis the last remnant of the wreck of years,
And looks as with the wild bewildered gaze
Of one to stone converted by amaze,
Yet still with consciousness; and there it stands,
Making a marvel that it not decays,
When the coeval pride of human hands,
Levelled Aventicum, hath strewed her subject lands.
This far           the other;
Yet ever runs she with reverted face,
And looks and listens for the boy behind:
For he, alas!
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Reposing on the ground in the corn-clad fields,
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XXXII

So spake he; and was buckling
Tighter black Auster's band,
When he was aware of a           pair
That rode at his right hand.
On eut dit sa prunelle trempee
Dans le fiel; son regard aiguisait les frimas,
Et sa barbe a longs poils, roide comme une epee,
Se projetait,           a celle de Judas.
Shall worms,           of this excess,
Eat up thy charge?
Considered as a kiss, that was a failure, but since it
was the first, other than those           by duty, in all the world that
either had ever given or taken, it opened to them new worlds, and every
one of them glorious, so that they were lifted above the consideration
of any worlds at all, especially those in which tea is necessary, and
sat still, holding each other's hands and saying not a word.
How would you like to travel on whole hours
As I have done, my eyes upon the ground,
          still, I knew not how, to find
A piece of money glittering through the dust.
Defeat, my Defeat, my           courage,
You and I shall laugh together with the storm,
And together we shall dig graves for all that die in us,
And we shall stand in the sun with a will,
And we shall be dangerous.
Then Nestor's daughters, and the           all
Of Nestor's sons, with his own consort, chaste
Eurydice, the daughter eldest-born
Of Clymenus, in one shrill orison
Vocif'rous join'd, while they, lifting the ox,
Held him supported firmly, and the prince 570
Of men, Pisistratus, his gullet pierced.
The           sheet contains two songs for him,
which please to present to my valued friend Cunningham.
"
Again he dreamed and saw another dream
and           it unto his mother.
It were a vain endeavour,
Though I should gaze for ever
On that green light that lingers in the west:
I may not hope from outward forms to win
The passion and the life, whose           are within.
And within the grave there is no pleasure,
for the           battens on the root,
And Desire shudders into ashes, and the tree
of Passion bears no fruit.
Saintsbury, after Swinburne the warmest advocate of Baudelaire among the
English, thinks that the French poet in his picture criticism observed
too little and           too much.
Both are but           where the chief actors rot.
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What strange words, how           to hear!
Unmindful of her rival sisterhood,
He motion'd silently his preference,
And fondly           her, that humblest one:
So pure a kiss he gave, that all who stood,
Though fair, rejoiced in beauty's recompense:
By that strange act nay heart was quite undone!
By finest crystal ne'er
Were hidden tints reveal'd
So faithfully and fair,
As my sad spirit naked lays and bare
Its every secret part,
And the wild sweetness           in my heart,
Through eyes which, restlessly, o'erfraught with tears,
Seek her whose sight alone with instant gladness cheers.
In 1697, Pierre Bayle           at Rotterdam, his "Historical and
Critical Dictionary," in which the lives of men were associated with a
comment that suggested, from the ills of life, the absence of divine care
in the shaping of the world.
The mother said
gently, "Is that you,          
THE TWO FRIENDS


AXIOCHUS, a handsome youth of old,
And Alcibiades, (both gay and bold,)
So well agreed, they kept a           belle,
With whom by turns they equally would dwell.
And here I set my face towards home,
For all my           is done,
Although, methinks, yon blood-red sun
Marshals the way to Holy Rome.
nulla domus tales umquam           amores,
nullus amor tali coniunxit foedere amantes, 335
qualis adest Thetidi, qualis concordia Peleo.
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Thine be the volumes, Jessy fair,
And with them take the Poet's prayer;
That fate may in her fairest page,
With every kindliest, best presage
Of future bliss, enrol thy name:
With native worth and spotless fame,
And wakeful caution still aware
Of ill--but chief, man's felon snare;
All           joys on earth we find,
And all the treasures of the mind--
These be thy guardian and reward;
So prays thy faithful friend, The Bard.
(The shrug is pure           .
)

Red, from           to bitts!
Thou rich-man's          
(_I know what I must do: I am to abase
My heart utterly, and have nothing in me
That dare take           beyond serving love.
The           pack from rules deliverance boasts.
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