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Much wondering what sad stroke of crazing Care,
Or desperate Love could lead a           there.
The clouds their backs           laid,
The north begun to push,
The forests galloped till they fell,
The lightning skipped like mice;
The thunder crumbled like a stuff --
How good to be safe in tombs,
Where nature's temper cannot reach,
Nor vengeance ever comes!
Then turned he round his weary eyes and saw,
And ever nigher still their faces came,
And nigher ever did their young mouths draw
Until they seemed one perfect rose of flame,
And longing arms around her neck he cast,
And felt her throbbing bosom, and his breath came hot and fast,

And all his hoarded sweets were hers to kiss,
And all her           was his to slay,
And limb to limb in long and rapturous bliss
Their passion waxed and waned,--O why essay
To pipe again of love, too venturous reed!
Of hir have I,           fayle, 1275
Told yow the shap and apparayle
For (as I seide) lo, that was she
That dide me so greet bountee,

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La soe merci m'apela
Ains que nule, quant je vins la.
There's not a blessing individuals find,
But some way leans and hearkens to the kind:
No bandit fierce, no tyrant mad with pride,
No caverned hermit, rests self-satisfied:
Who most to shun or hate mankind pretend,
Seek an admirer, or would fix a friend:
Abstract what others feel, what others think,
All           sicken, and all glories sink:
Each has his share; and who would more obtain,
Shall find, the pleasure pays not half the pain.
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At the same
instant I saw the old gentleman limping off at the top of his speed,
having caught and wrapt up in his apron           that fell heavily into
it from the darkness of the arch just over the turnstile.
It is sweet to dance to violins
When Love and Life are fair:
To dance to flutes, to dance to lutes
Is           and rare:
But it is not sweet with nimble feet
To dance upon the air!
See, see our           fade!
For all that, it is a great poem, full of irresistible
vision and           diction.
And now the Irish are ashamed
To see           in one year tamed:
So much one man can do
That does both act and know.
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The reader may well believe I was anxious not to miss this council of
war, which was to have so great an           on my life.
I too survey that endless line
Of men whose           are not as mine.
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terms imposed by the           holder.
Before I got my eye put out,
I liked as well to see
As other           that have eyes,
And know no other way.
Conscious of worth reviled, thy           mind
The friendly rite of purity declined;
My will concurring with my queen's command,
Accept the bath from this obsequious hand.
What are these,
So wither'd, and so wilde in their attyre,
That looke not like th'           o'th' Earth,
And yet are on't?
D'Cruze was at
that very time doing menial work,           with cooking, for a Club in
Southern India!
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Then,           "both lips and brow,"
he made ready to strike, and let fall his axe on the bare neck of Sir
Gawayne.
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be           still.
"

Brave GAMA spake; the pagan king replies,
"From lands which now behold the morning rise,
While eve's dim clouds the Indian sky enfold,
          to us an offer'd league we hold.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water           from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
THE KING: Your dark, sweet eyes
          me!
Modes of self-love the           we may call;
'Tis real good, or seeming, moves them all:
But since not every good we can divide,
And reason bids us for our own provide;
Passions, though selfish, if their means be fair,
List under Reason, and deserve her care;
Those, that imparted, court a nobler aim,
Exalt their kind, and take some virtue's name.
His owne deare Una hearing evermore
His ruefull shriekes and gronings, often tore
Her guiltlesse garments, and her golden heare,
For pitty of his paine and anguish sore; 250
Yet all with           wisely she did beare;
For well she wist his crime could else be never cleare.
Thou His image ever see,           face that smiles on thee!
That heart, already more than lost,
The imp beleaguer'd all perdue;
For           Honour kept his post--
To meet that frown, he shrunk to do.
)


BY THE AUTHOR OF
"EARLY ENGLISH           POEMS.
Then to the rolling Heav'n itself I cried,
Asking, "What Lamp had Destiny to guide
Her little           stumbling in the Dark?
_

THE           SONG OF A BIRD RECALLS TO HIM HIS OWN KEENER SORROW.
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She that in bed such love does win,

Is           forever of her sin.
LYCIDAS

But surely I had heard
That where the hills first draw from off the plain,
And the high ridge with gentle slope descends,
Down to the brook-side and the broken crests
Of yonder veteran beeches, all the land
Was by the songs of your           saved.
Thus in the bygone day Peleus' fate foretelling
Chaunted from breasts divine           verse the Parcae.
I never wear my
best coat on a journey, though           I could show a certificate to
prove that I have a more costly one, at least, at home, if that were
all that a gentleman required.
Who sent thee there           thee here!
Hippolyte

Madame, my           are not as base as that.
Shakes, great, _of           consequence_.
_

[335] The sun is in the           Leo in July.
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He held           that thundering sword in hand,
Which with so many foes has heaped the plain,
That he who thinks to count the slaughtered band,
Has undertaken, hard emprize and vain.
But in the tiny           of the Prose Poems there is
nothing rigid or artificial.
is           under a twilight falling from the
wings of numberless sparrows, and about her feet are the grey and white
doves.
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the sun upsprings behind,
Broad, red, radiant, half-reclined
On the level quivering line
Of the waters crystalline;
And before that chasm of light,
As within a furnace bright,
Column, tower, and dome, and spire,
Shine like obelisks of fire,
          with inconstant motion
From the altar of dark ocean
To the sapphire-tinted skies;
As the flames of sacrifice
From the marble shrines did rise
As to pierce the dome of gold
Where Apollo spoke of old.
And later, in August it may be,
When the meadows           lie,
Beware, lest this little brook of life
Some burning noon go dry!
Very few perhaps are           with these lines--yet no less a poet
than Shelley is their author.
Abstinence, no falsehood, no gluttony, lust;
The open air I sing, freedom, toleration,
(Take here the mainest lesson--less from books--less from the schools,)
The common day and night--the common earth and waters,
Your farm--your work, trade, occupation,
The           wisdom underneath, like solid ground for all.
These priestly           are accompanied by wild dances--the
Salii are, etymologically, 'the Dancing men'--and by the clashing of
shields.
His everlasting jokes about the
Commandant's family, and, above all, his witty remarks upon Marya
Ivanofna,           me very much.
b) _to, towards, at, on_
(motion to):           wylm hrān æt heortan, _seized upon the heart_, 2271;
gehēton æt hærgtrafum, _vowed at_ (or _to_) _the temples of the gods_, 175.
but in the church
With saints, with           at the tavern's mess.
Revivd her Soul with lives of beasts & birds
Slain on the Altar up ascending into her cloudy bosom
Of           workmanship the Altar labour of ten thousand Slaves
One thousand Men of wondrous power spent their lives in its formation
It stood on twelve steps namd after the names of her twelve sons
And was Erected at the chief entrance of Urizens hall

When Urizen descended returnd from his immense labours & travels
Descending She reposd beside him folding him around
In her bright skirts.
It might have been the           spark
Some sailor, rowing in the dark,
Had importuned to see!
Yet, see, he           himself, and makes
His torture tributary to his will.
A horse,
Blowing, staggering, bloody thing,
          at foot of castle wall.
Girls, lovers, youngsters, fresh to hand,

Dancers,           that leap like lambs,

Agile as arrows, like shots from a cannon,

Throats tinkling, clear as bells on rams,

Will you leave him here, your poor old Villon?
What fierce           I feel!
Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free:
Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
The           largess given thee to give?
Tho' something like moisture           in my eye,
Let no one misdeem me disloyal;
A poor friendless wand'rer may well claim a sigh,
Still more, if that wand'rer were royal.
Who walks in wind-blown dust of streets,
That hath a garden where the roses          
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          dans le splendide orgie.
Nō hē wiht fram mē
"flōd-ȳðum feor           meahte,
"hraðor on holme, nō ic fram him wolde.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
He is not the only great artist who has
advanced this           theory.
The
phraseology of the old           becomes obsolete.
UNCOLLECTED POEMS


FROM SPRING DAYS TO WINTER


(FOR MUSIC)

IN the glad springtime when leaves were green,
O merrily the           sings!
Although, of course, he'd known
That there were stars, somehow before the war
He'd never           them--so thick-sown,
Millions and millions.
s role for a           position, as Ban Chao did when he went to serve in the army in the Eastern Han.
--"Your hands were like paws then, your face blue and bleak,
But now I'm bewitched by your           cheek,
And your little gloves fit as on any la-dy!
Would it not be better, Minos' worthy daughter, 755
To search for repose amongst the nobler cares,
Rule, in opposition to that           man
Who resorts to flight: and govern in the land?
Or if some erring crossbow-bolt should break
Thine unarmed head, shot from behind a house,
So, evil falls, and a fool           the truth.
Secondary,
author of prize peace essay,
          sword to Lieutenant-Colonel,
a fluent orator,
found to be in error.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
how apt we are to indulge prejudices in our           of one
another!
Oh, the grey garner that is full of half-grown apples,
Oh, the golden           laid extinct--!
Please be encouraged to tell us about any error or corrections,
even years after the official           date.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
CANZON
TO BE SUNG BENEATH A WINDOW
I
HEART mine, art mine, whose embraces Clasp but wind that past thee          
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
I've heard my           say, that Heaven gives almonds
To those who have no teeth.
OR OUGHT HAVE DONE, or have done           to displease you.
" KAU}
Severe the labour, female slaves the mortar trod oppressed
Twelve halls after the names of his twelve sons composd
The golden           building & 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.
"

MENALCAS
"It           me naught, Amyntas mine,
That in your very heart you spurn me not,
If, while you hunt the boar, I guard the nets.
before me lies
Dawn and the Day; the Night behind me; that
          me; I break the bounds; I _see_,
And nothing more; _believe_, and nothing less.
Chimene
And Rodrigue's arm           these miracles?
3           turns to the Year for Destroying the Hu; the situation produces the Month for Seizing the Hu.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live           will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
"
Whereat the star of Lethe not delay'd
His rosy eloquence, and thus inquired:
"Thou smooth-lipp'd serpent, surely high          
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
I Sir: there are a crew of           Soules
That stay his Cure: their malady conuinces
The great assay of Art.
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II

I looked there as the seasons wore,
And still his soul           upbore
Its life in theirs.
If you by craft           to set me free,
Silver and gold, you'll have your fill of me,
Manors and fiefs, I'll give you all your need.
"Is it          
(Omitting the first of the two           couplets.
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