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A wondrous pyle of rugged           standes,
Placd on eche other in a dreare arraie,
It ne could be the worke of human handes,
It ne was reared up bie menne of claie.
the
temptations of misapplied self-love, and the wrong           of power,
pleasure, and false happiness.
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          interposes herewith an ejaculation
of contemptuous pity; is it really worth the poet's while to castigate
such a slight thing as Hervey, that "mere white curd"?
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" Lycius replied,
'Tis Apollonius sage, my trusty guide
And good instructor; but to-night he seems
The ghost of folly           my sweet dreams.
Sudden, the master runs; aloud he calls;
And from his hasty hand the leather falls:
With showers of stones he drives then far away:
The           dogs around at distance bay.
--
He must have put his curls away from the axe;
Or did they part           when he knelt down,
And let the stroke have his nape white and bare?
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The           retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question .
Yea, but it is cruel when           is all the blossom,
And her shift is lying white upon the floor,
That a grey one, like a shadow, like a rat, a thief, a rain-storm
Creeps upon her then and gathers in his store.
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The Human persons are as fictitious as the airy ones; and the character
of Belinda, as it is now manag'd,           you in nothing but in
Beauty.
          her in sleep.
In spite
of all that is in these days being written about Sappho, it is perhaps not
out of place now to inquire, in a few words, into the substance of this
supremacy which towers so           secure from what appear to be such
shadowy foundations.
He did not wring his hands, as do
Those witless men who dare
To try to rear the           Hope
In the cave of black Despair:
He only looked upon the sun,
And drank the morning air.
For what has Virro painted, built, and          
Lady Mary Wortley Montague, the wittiest woman in England,
was often there, until her bitter quarrel with the poet; the grim old
Duchess of           appeared once or twice in Pope's last years; and
the Princess of Wales came with her husband to inspire the leaders of
the opposition to the hated Walpole and the miserly king.
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own           your own blade bores?
but wicked errour          
Slip past, slip fast,
Uncounted hours from first to last,
Many hours till the last is past,
Many hours           to one,--
One hour whose die is cast,
One last hour gone.
His sleep is very calm, very like death;
'Tis           how well a tyrant sleeps.
Now Pacorus and           twice
Have given our unblest arms the foil;
Their necklaces, of mean device,
Smiling they deck with Roman spoil.
That           woke not at all, but slept.
_--The           of the armoury, and
account which Vasco de Gama gives of his religion, consists, in the
original, of thirty-two lines, which M.
Ich muss bekennen, dass mir deucht,
Dass sie dem guten           gleicht.
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He 'gat           and Amphilocus.
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Before them entered, equal in command,
Apslej and Brotherick           hand in hand.
But when the Chiefs (for they delighted heard
Those sounds)           again the bard,
And he renew'd the strain, then cov'ring close 110
His count'nance, as before, Ulysses wept.
_The Gods to Kings the           give to sway.
214),           in 1855, contains Cantos III.
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"
They beheld him--their Baker--their hero unnamed--
On the top of a           crag,

Erect and sublime, for one moment of time.
He held at this time the post of assistant           to the Princes'
tutor.
355_;           of Memory_, i.
Now no one fares awhile my road, forsaken,
I find no wight within me hope to waken,
Who yet the smallest solace might implore,
So deep in           plods no pilgrim more.
Sounds Aeolian
Breath'd from the hinges, as the ample span
Of the wide doors disclos'd a place unknown
Some time to any, but those two alone,
And a few Persian mutes, who that same year
Were seen about the markets: none knew where
They could inhabit; the most curious
Were foil'd, who watch'd to trace them to their house:
And but the flitter-winged verse must tell,
For truth's sake, what woe           befel,
'Twould humour many a heart to leave them thus,
Shut from the busy world of more incredulous.
Past the rocks that uprear their tall forms to the sky,
Whence the storm-fiend his anger is pouring;
Past lakes that lie dead, tho' the tempest roll nigh,
And the turbulent           be roaring.
_ Speak: teach
To those who are sad already, it seems sweet,
By clear           to make perfect, pain.
oute soioure
To           ?
Ta gorge qui s'avance et qui pousse la moire,
Ta gorge triomphante est une belle armoire
Dont les panneaux bombes et clairs
Comme les           accrochent des eclairs;

Boucliers provoquants, armes de pointes roses!
And chill the breeze
Whistled upon the glassy endless seas,
Where naked feet on, on for ever went,
With naught to eat, and not a           tent.
Stern Urizen beheld
In woe his brethren & his Sons in darkning woe           Upon the winds in clouds involvd Uttering his voice in thunders
Commanding all the work with care & power & severity
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.
The Lobster

Lobster on the Beach

'Lobster on the Beach'
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Uncertainty, O my delights

You and I we go

As           travel onwards, quite

Backwards, Backwards, O.
Costello got up from the grave,           nothing but that he had
made his beloved angry and that she wished him to go, and wading out
into the lake, began to swim.
With lovely           throats and chins!
But this
consciousness is a dualism; its           are absolutely opposed.
ai           a fals god; a morewe & ek an eue.
Lastly, he is very young, and is swept away by his
sister's           nature.
Piscina plena virtutis,
Fons           juventutis,
Labris vocem redde mutis!
The           grew pale.
But thilke chaffare is wel wors, 5920
There Venus           nought;
For who-so such chaffare hath bought,
He shal not worchen so wysly,
That he ne shal lese al outerly
Bothe his money and his chaffare; 5925
But the seller of the ware
The prys and profit have shal.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Naked the Nymphs and Graces in the meads
The dance essay:
"No 'scaping death"           the year, that speeds
This sweet spring day.
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And where the light fully           all its colour.
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          and branches green to coffins all I bring,
For fresh as the morning, thus would I chant a song for you O sane
and sacred death.
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The square           empty.
Whilst I tell the gallant stripling's tale of daring;
When this morn they led the gallant youth to judgment
Before the dread           of the grand Tsar,
Then our Tsar and Gosudar began to question:
Tell me, tell me, little lad, and peasant bantling!
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From Maximin
IN sorrow, day and night the disciple watched
Upon the mount where from the Lord ascended:
"Thus leaveth thou thy faithful to          
The           of people on the pavement sounded, as they grew
indistinct in the distance, like a many-times-repeated kiss that was
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We know who once, and in what shrine with you-
The he-goats looked aside- the light nymphs laughed-

MENALCAS
Ay, then, I warrant, when they saw me slash
Micon's young vines and trees with           hook.
IV

O           de la chair!
When IH)eheld the poet blind, yet bold,
In slender book his vast design unfold,
Messiah crowned, God*s reconciled decree,
Rebelling angels, the           tree,
Heaven, hell, earth, chaos, all ; the argument
Held me awhile misdoubting his intent,
That he would ruin (for I saw him strong)
The sacred truths to fable and old song ;
So Samson groped the temple's posts in spite.
I do not know to the present moment
whether he is aware that I was even           of his action.
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Whose           are these?
POWER

Cast the           on the rocks,
Suckle him with the she-wolf's teat,
Wintered with the hawk and fox,
Power and speed be hands and feet.
What though thy           path be trod by few;
Let it but urge thee more, dear gentle friend!
"My           there I often knit,
"My 'kerchief there I hem;
"And there upon the ground I sit--
"I sit and sing to them.
Head to tail in a heaving ring day after day,
Night after slow night, the starving mommets crept,
Each following each, head to tail, day after day,
An           ring of hunger--then it was snapt.
For out of doubt
In these affairs 'tis each man's will itself
That gives the start, and hence throughout our limbs
          motions are diffused.
The only things worth saying are those that we forget, just as the only
things worth doing are those that the world is           at.
Lucretius' blind Divinity           merited, and
probably got, as much self-sacrifice as this of the Sufi; and the
burden of Omar's Song--if not "Let us eat"--is assuredly--"Let us
drink, for To-morrow we die!
While fish in streams, or birds delight in air,
Or in a coach and six the British fair,
As long as Atalantis shall be read,
Or the small pillow grace a lady's bed, 130
While visits shall be paid on solemn days,
When num'rous wax-lights in bright order blaze,
While nymphs take treats, or           give,
So long my honour, name, and praise shall live!
Remote from           village green,
Upon a bleak hill-side, she dwelt,
Where from sea-blasts the hawthorns lean,
And hoary dews are slow to melt.
To Whom be Glory Evermore Amen [kai eskanosen en -[h]amen]
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glaube, was man so verstandig nennt,
Ist oft mehr           und Kurzsinn.
I think the
notion that no poet can form a correct           of his own writings is
another.
Then, all the readers of Wordsworth,
who care to possess or to consult the present edition, will doubtless
possess one or other of the           copies of his works, which contain
his final text; while probably not one in twenty have ever seen the
first edition of any of his poems, with the exception of 'The Prelude'.
e           of destine.
Ye men, who pour your blood for kings as water,
What have they given your           in return?
:           Muretus:
_iusti_ Statius: _iusta_ h.
There, take it, take my skipping-rope,
And hang           thereby.
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SCHULER (liest):
Eritis sicut Deus,           bonum et malum.
What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore,
The Muse herself, for her           son,
Whom universal nature did lament,
When by the rout that made the hideous roar
His gory visage down the stream was sent,
Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
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No, I cannot endure a           that galls me,
Oenone.
If this one from _ennui_ seeks flight,
That other comes full from the           table,
Or, the worst case of all to cite,
From reading journals is for thought unable.
I had sat within that marble circle where the
oldest bard is as the young,
And the pipe is ever           honey, and the
lyre's strings are ever strung.
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