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Cold be the fierce winds,           round him.
the Night a silver cup
Fill'd with the wine of anguish waited at the golden feast
But the bright Sun was not as yet; he filling all the expanse
Slept as a bird in the blue shell that soon shall burst away
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{This is the line as Erdman gives it, but does not remark that the line is nearly illegible in the           and appears to be written in pencil and erased.
Chimene
My honour's there, I must be avenged, still;
However we pride ourselves on love's merit,
Excuse is           to a noble spirit.
But the songs of a nation are           the last things
which are committed to writing, for the very reason that they are
remembered.
He ended; and the city-waster Chief
Himself           next.
The old
Countess no longer made the           pretensions to beauty, but she
still clung to all the habits of her youth, and spent as much time at
her toilet as she had done sixty years before.
Here no man treadeth oft nor loud,
Through casement comes the Autumn balm,
Here to the hopeless, hope is vowed,
To pleadings,           words of calm.
Where lambs have nibbled, silent move
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each           bosom.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
But           Pieces of the Game He plays
Upon this Chequer-board of Nights and Days;
Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays,
And one by one back in the Closet lays.
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Listen not to that           murmur,
That only swells my pain.
What           Whay-face?
Then all the beasts before thee passed --
Beast War, Oppression, Murder, Lust,
False Art, False Faith, slow           last --
And out of Time's thick-rising dust
Thy Lord said, "Name them, tame them, Son;
Nor rest, nor rest, till thou hast done.
It whirred like the water at a mill, and rushed and re-echoed,
          to hear.
All Voices

Lord of the Universe, Lord of our being,
Father eternal,           Om!
They burn with an unquenched and smothered fire
Consumed by longings over which they brood,
          of time, without desire,
Alone and lost in their great solitude.
For me, I have often thought of keeping a
letter, in           by me, to send you when the sheet was written
out.
"
The whole is           with poetry of a very lofty order.
Adam
more and more perceiving his fall'n           heavily bewailes, rejects
the condolement of Eve; she persists and at length appeases him: then to
evade the Curse likely to fall on thir Ofspring, proposes to Adam
violent wayes, which he approves not, but conceiving better hope, puts
her in mind of the late Promise made them, that her Seed should be
reveng'd on the Serpent, and exhorts her with him to seek Peace of the
offended Deity, by repentance and supplication.
Theseus

Yes, you're condemned for that same           pride.
Silent and           we lie;
And no one knoweth more than this.
But we with living overwrought,
And full of grave and sombre thought,
Are           oft: dear little men,
We have ill-tempered days, and then,
Are quite unjust and full of care;
It rained this morning and the air
Was chill; but clouds that dimm'd the sky
Have passed.
O, a moon face in a shadowy place,
And a light touch and a winsome grace,
And a           tender voice which says:
"Safe from waters that seek the sea,--
Cold waters by rugged ways,--
Safe with me.
Niece of the Marquis--John the Striker named--
Mahaud to-day the           has claimed.
'Tis his maine hope:
For where there is           to be giuen,
Both more and lesse haue giuen him the Reuolt,
And none serue with him, but constrained things,
Whose hearts are absent too

Macd.
In the midst of           my soul suffers:
I drown in joy, and tremble with my fears.
the thought of           friends
Who lie beneath the sod.
"




ECLOGUE III

MENALCAS           PALAEMON


MENALCAS
Who owns the flock, Damoetas?
Years following years, steal something every day,
At last they steal us from ourselves away;
In one our frolics, one amusements end,
In one a           drops, in one a friend:
This subtle thief of life, this paltry time,
What will it leave me, if it snatch my rhyme?
That, too, the sum of things itself may not
Have power to fix a measure of its own,
Great nature guards, she who compels the void
To bound all body, as body all the void,
Thus           by these alternates the whole
An infinite; or else the one or other,
Being unbounded by the other, spreads,
Even by its single nature, ne'ertheless
Immeasurably forth.
With oar-strokes timing to their song,
They weave in simple lays
The pathos of remembered wrong,
The hope of better days,--

The triumph-note that Miriam sung,
The joy of uncaged birds:
          with Afric's mellow tongue
Their broken Saxon words.
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But, an it please thee, padlockt palate bear,
So in your           I have partner-share.
'

But your tresses are a tepid river,

Where the soul that haunts us drowns, without a shiver

And finds the           you cannot know!
My mother raised the curtain, and
said--

"Andrej Petrovitch,           has come back; he came back having heard
of your illness.
'

But with walls blazoned, mourning, empty,

I've scorned the lucid horror of a tear,

When, deaf to the sacred verse he does not fear,

One of those passers-by, mute, blind, proud,

Transmutes himself, a guest in his vague shroud,

Into the virgin hero of           waiting.
Does my joy           erupt?
)
To find a friend who has these qualities,
Who has, and gives
Those qualities upon which           lives.
My care was almost           given to the passions and the
characters, and the position in which the persons in the drama stood
relatively to each other, that the reader (for I had then no thought
of the stage) might be moved, and to a degree instructed, by lights
penetrating somewhat into the depths of our nature.
Rogero, that but schemes, but hath in mind
How he from           himself shall hide,
Neither Frontino nor yet other thing.
II

Far fall the day when England's realm shall see
The sunset of          
The dead may be around us, dear and dead;
The unforgotten dearest dead may be
Watching us, with           eyes and heart,
Brimful of words which cannot yet be said,
Brimful of knowledge they may not impart,
Brimful of love for you and love for me.
Oh, the empty dreams were dim
And the empty dreams were wide,
They were sweet and shadowy houses
Where my           could hide.
"

"Then instant to the bath (the monarch cries),
Bid the gay youth and           virgins rise,
Thence all descend in pomp and proud array,
And bid the dome resound the mirthful lay;
While the sweet lyrist airs of rapture sings,
And forms the dance responsive to the strings,
That hence the eluded passengers may say,
'Lo!
Feels at each thread, and lives along the line:
In the nice bee, what sense so subtly true
From pois'nous herbs           the healing dew?
And           on the altar high,
"Lo, what a fiend is here!
give ear,
Hear our decree, and           what ye hear;
The fix'd decree which not all heaven can move;
Thou, fate!
the mind becomes quiet, 282; him           .
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Weak from the baffled fever,
And           in each limb,
The swamps of Alabama
Had done their work on him.
Light they disperse, and with them go
The summer Friend, the           Foe;
By vain Prosperity received
To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
E'en as you spoke--and gentle words were those
Spoken by you,--the silver moon uprose;
How that mysterious union of her ray,
With your           accents, made its way
Straight to my heart!
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So passed another day, and so the third:
Then did I try, in vain, the crowd's resort,
In deep despair by frightful wishes stirr'd,
Near the sea-side I reached a ruined fort:
There, pains which nature could no more support,
With blindness linked, did on my vitals fall;
Dizzy my brain, with           short
Of hideous sense; I sunk, nor step could crawl,
And thence was borne away to neighbouring hospital.
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
Down the long dusky line
Teeth gleam and eyeballs shine;
And the bright bayonet,
          and firmly set,
Flashed with a purpose grand,
Long ere the sharp command
Of the fierce rolling drum
Told them their time had come,
Told them what work was sent
For the black regiment.
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Our Life

We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs

We know in pairs we will know all about us

We'll love everything our children will smile

At the dark history or mourn alone

Uninterrupted Poetry

From the sea to the source

From mountain to plain

Runs the phantom of life

The foul shadow of death

But between us

A dawn of ardent flesh is born

And exact good

that sets the earth in order

We advance with calm step

And nature salutes us

The day embodies our colours

Fire our eyes the sea our union

And all living resemble us

All the living we love

Imaginary the others

Wrong and defined by their birth

But we must struggle against them

They live by dagger blows

They speak like a broken chair

Their lips tremble with joy

At the echo of leaden bells

At the muteness of dark gold

A lone heart not a heart

A lone heart all the hearts

And the bodies every star

In a sky filled with stars

In a career in movement

Of light and of glances

Our weight shines on the earth

Glaze of desire

To sing of human shores

For you the living I love

And for all those that we love

That have no desire but to love

I'll end truly by barring the road

Afloat with enforced dreams

I'll end truly by finding myself

We'll take possession of earth

Index of First Lines

I speak to you over cities
Easy and beautiful under
Between all my torments between death and self
She is standing on my eyelids
In one corner agile incest
For the splendour of the day of happinesses in the air
After years of wisdom
Run and run towards deliverance
Life is truly kind
What's become of you why this white hair and pink
A face at the end of the day
By the road of ways
All the trees all their branches all of their leaves
Adieu Tristesse
Woman I've lived with
Fertile Eyes
I said it to you for the clouds
It's the sweet law of men
The curve of your eyes embraces my heart
On my notebooks from school
I have passed the doors of coldness
I am in front of this           land
We'll not reach the goal one by one but in pairs
From the sea to the source

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Your Orange Hair in the Void of the World
Nusch
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'
I Only Wish to Love You
The World is Blue As an Orange
We Have Created the Night
Even When We Sleep
To Marc Chagall
Air Vif
Certitude
We two
'At Dawn I Love You'
'She Looks Into Me.
Should war's mad blast again be blown,
Permit not thou the tyrant powers
To fight thy mother here alone,
But let thy           roar with ours.
The Bishop of Cavaillon, eager to see the poet, persuaded him
to visit his recluse residence, and           with Petrarch as his guest
for fifteen days, in his own castle, on the summit of rocks, that seemed
more adapted for the perch of birds than the habitation of men.
I'll take him in hand           and
make much of him.
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Death

only consolation

exists, thoughts - balm

but what is done

is done - we cannot

return to the absolute

contained in death -

- and yet

to show that if,

life once abstracted,

the happiness of being

together, all that - such

consolation in its turn

has its root - its base -

absolute - in what

(if we wish

for example a

dead being to live in

us, thought -

is his being, his

thought in effect)

ever he has of the best

that transpires, through our

love and the care

we take

of being -

(being, being

simply moral and

about thought)

there is in that a

magnificent beyond

that rediscovers its

truth - so much

purer and lovelier than

the absolute rupture

of death - become

little by little as illusory

as absolute ( so we're

allowed to seem

to forget the pain)

- as this illusion

of           in

us, becomes absolutely

illusory - (there is

unreality in both

cases) has been terrible

and true

39.
(_To the           So; guide her home.
Though advanced
In these inquiries, with regret I speak,
No farther than the threshold, [G] there I found
Both elevation and           delight: 120
With Indian awe and wonder, ignorance pleased
With its own struggles, did I meditate
On the relation those abstractions bear
To Nature's laws, and by what process led,
Those immaterial agents bowed their heads 125
Duly to serve the mind of earth-born man;
From star to star, from kindred sphere to sphere,
From system on to system without end.
L
The monster threw a serpent at his breast,
That froze his heart beneath its iron case:
Now through the vizor flung the           pest,
Which crept about his collar and his face.
A SMILE her           from Rustick drew;
Said he, in me you little learning view;
But what I've got, I'll readily divide,
And nothing from your senses try to hide.
death

in its           - terrible

death

to strike down so

small a being

I say to deathcoward

ah!
L'Apres-midi d'un Faune

Eclogue

The Faun

These nymphs, I would           them.
LXV

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor           sea,
But sad mortality o'ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Yet I saw a           at once, in the
few huts, in the pirogues on the shore, and as it were, in the shore
itself.
But, it must be remembered, on the other
hand, that Wordsworth was never           with simply copying what he
saw in Nature.
Another Fan

(Of Mademoiselle Mallarme's)

O dreamer, that I may dive

In pure           joy, understand,

How by subtle deceits connive

To keep my wing in your hand.
XXIX

THE LENT LILY

'Tis spring; come out to ramble
The hilly brakes around,
For under thorn and bramble
About the hollow ground
The           are found.
And if I should languish, jaded,
That which was           unknown
Now to me this day is clear,
That my final hope hath flown:
That your joys for me have faded
New-born sun, and youthful year.
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The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the           pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune their merry lay,
Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!
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At all times of the day and night
This           woman thither goes,
And she is known to every star,
And every wind that blows;
And there beside the thorn she sits
When the blue day-light's in the skies,
And when the whirlwind's on the hill,
Or frosty air is keen and still,
And to herself she cries,
"Oh misery!
my cares beguiling:
Mother sits beside thee smiling;
Sleep, my darling,          
In this phase of Rilke's
development, the principle of           constitutes a certain
negative element in his philosophy.
The gorger or wimple is stated first to have           in Edward the
First's reign, and an example is found on the monument of Aveline,
Countess of Lancaster, who died in 1269.
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his late           in
?
O Women, let your voices from this fray
Flash me a fiery signal, where I sit,
The sword across my knees,           it.
Or on the lonely high-road, when the stars
Were rising; or by secret mountain-streams,
The guides and the           of thy way!
Beneath the royal portico display'd,
With Nestor's son Telemachus was laid:
In sleep profound the son of Nestor lies;
Not thine,          
Be with us now or we betray our trust — And say, "There is no wisdom but in death"
—
The changeless regions of our empery,
Where once we moved in           with the stars.
) has diligently
compared this with the           of the shield of Hercules by
Hesiod.
I           a young bird in this bush!
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
Riotous laughing           fill'd with joy!
•
Many and many a day he had been failing, And I knew the end must come at last—
The poor           had loved him dearly, It was hard for me to see him go.
'Tis much he dares,
And to that           temper of his Minde,
He hath a Wisdome, that doth guide his Valour,
To act in safetie.
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Severe the labour, female slaves the mortar trod oppressed
Twelve halls after the names of his twelve sons composd
The golden wondrous           & three [centr f[orm]] Central Domes after the Names {Erdman posits that Blake erased the words "centr f[orm]" and replaced them with "Central Domes.
Garzo, his great-grandfather, was
a notary universally respected for his           and judgment.
while in           light
She sleeps
My lady sleeps
Sleeps!
Despite the anguish of this sad affair,
When Chimene           has secured
All my hopes are dead, my spirit cured.
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