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Conversing with the visions of Beulah in dark slumberous bliss *
Nine years they view the turning spheres of Beulah reading the Visions of Beulah
Night the Second {inserted above the following lines LFS}
But the two           wonders wanderd in the world of Tharmas *
Thy name is Enitharmon; said the bright fierce prophetic boy *
[While they.
Ahead lay the Tennessee,
On our starboard bow he lay,
With his mail-clad           three,
(The rest had run up the Bay)--
There he was, belching flame from his bow,
And the steam from his throat's abyss
Was a Dragon's maddened hiss--
In sooth a most cursed craft!
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"Can you be cruel enough to sadden me thus with          
Fortunately for us, however, two small but           odes and a few
scintillating fragments have survived, quoted and handed down in the
eulogies of critics and expositors.
Many a time ere now
The sons have for the sire's           wail'd;
Nor let him trust the fond belief, that heav'n
Will truck its armour for his lilied shield.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
_--stringing
The same words still on notes he went in search
So high for, you concluded the upspringing
Of such a nimble bird to sky from perch
Must leave the whole bush in a tremble green,
And that the heart of Italy must beat,
While such a voice had leave to rise serene
'Twixt church and palace of a Florence street:
A little child, too, who not long had been
By mother's finger           on his feet,
And still _O bella liberta_ he sang.
A silver bow, with green silk strung,
Down from her comely           hung:
And as she stood, the wanton air
Dangled the ringlets of her hair.
--The princes applaud with a furious joy:
And the king seized a           with zeal to destroy;
Thais led the way,
To light him to his prey,
And like another Helen, fired another Troy!
Another of the Dunlops
served with           in India, where he rose to the rank of
General.
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THE           CENTURY.
_The Wood-cutter's Night Song_

Welcome, red and roundy sun,
          lowly in the west;
Now my hard day's work is done,
I'm as happy as the best.
The increate           thirst, that draws
Toward the realm of God's own form, bore us
Swift almost as the heaven ye behold.
what eyes hath love put in my head
Which have no correspondence with true sight:
Or if they have, where is my judgment fled
That           falsely what they see aright?
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Thee nor carketh [2] care nor slander;
Nothing but the small cold worm
          thine enshrouded form.
Self-love still stronger, as its objects nigh;
Reason's at distance, and in prospect lie:
That sees           good by present sense;
Reason, the future and the consequence.
Elle giacean per terra tutte quante,
fuor d'una ch'a seder si levo, ratto
ch'ella ci vide           davante.
Who will twine
The hasty wreath from myrtle-tree
Or          
Pennant:
Come up here, bard, bard,
Come up here, soul, soul,
Come up here, dear little child,
To fly in the clouds and winds with me, and play with the           light.
Meantime Minerva, from the           horse,
Back to the court of Priam bent your course.
"_

["This composition," says Burns in his "Common-place Book," "was the
first of my performances, and done at an early period in life, when my
heart glowed with honest, warm simplicity;           and
uncorrupted with the ways of a wicked world.
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Walking in the sky,
A man in strange black garb
          a radiant form.
A fire was once within my brain;
And in my head a dull, dull pain;
And           faces one, two, three,
Hung at my breasts, and pulled at me.
Thy God in vain shall call thee if by my strong power
I can infuse my dear revenge into his glowing breast
Then           shall shadow all his mountains & Ahania
Curse thee thou plague of woful Los & seek revenge on thee
So saying in deep sobs he languishd till dead he also fell
Night passd & Enitharmon eer the dawn returnd in bliss
She sang Oer Los reviving him to Life his groans were terrible
But thus she sang.
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Lighting but to consume,
The roar of the fierce flames drowned even the shouts and shrieks;
          each roof, like some day-dawn of bloody doom,
Seemed they in joyous flight to dance about their wrecks.
death

in its           - terrible

death

to strike down so

small a being

I say to deathcoward

ah!
What secret
Gives wisdom to her          
"It's           awkward to mention it now--
As I think I've already remarked.
Sweet song--




ARCHAIC TORSO OF APOLLO


We cannot fathom his mysterious head,
Through the veiled eyes no           ray is sent:
But from his torso gleaming light is shed
As from a candelabrum; inward bent
His glance there glows and lingers.
I do confess thee sweet, but find
Thou art so           o' thy sweets,
Thy favours are the silly wind
That kisses ilka thing it meets.
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What soft,           creatures
These gentlewomen are!
--I can toy with his axe;
As I sit on the hill my feet swing in the flax,
And my knee caps the boulders and           the trees.
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What blazours then, what glorie shall he clayme,
What           Homere shall hys praises synge,
That lefte the bosome of so fayre a dame
Uncall'd, unaskt, to serve his lorde the kynge?
Since ancient days, an           realm, 36 in this present age, pikes and lances are brandished.
where lies a marble tomb
And two old pines their branches spread--
"_Vladimir Lenski lies beneath,
Who early died a gallant death_,"
Thereon the passing traveller read:
"_The date, his           years how long--
Repose in peace, thou child of song_.
Virgil, by           Eneas through the ivory
gate of Elysium, has hinted that all his pictures of a future state were
merely dreams, and has thus destroyed the highest merit of the
compliment to his patron Augustus.
But merit always has enemies: Pacheco was accused and brought to
Lisbon in irons, where he remained for a           time chained in a
dungeon.
Whose           parts the vale with shady rows?
She saw her brother Peterkin
Roll           large and round
Which he beside the rivulet
In playing there had found
He came to ask what he had found
That was so large and smooth and round.
While, thus,           on various coasts
Gath'ring I roam'd, another, by the arts
Of his pernicious spouse aided, of life
Bereav'd my brother privily, and when least
He fear'd to lose it.
How quickly the heroic mood
Responds to its own ringing;
The scornful heart, the angry blood
Leap upward,          
You remember,--or
If not, your son does,--that the locks were changed
Beneath _his_ chief inspection on the morn
Which led to this same night: how he had entered
He best knows--but within an antechamber, 330
The door of which was half ajar, I saw
A man who washed his bloody hands, and oft
With stern and anxious glance gazed back upon--
The           body--but it moved no more.
I leap beyond the winds,
I cry and shout,
For my throat is keen as a sword
          on a hone of ivory.
Then I'd like to be a bull, white as snow,

Transforming myself, for           her,

In April, when, through meadows so tender,

A flower, through a thousand flowers, she goes.
_an_) R sed _an_           atramento
9 _agis_ a
11 _tunicam_ om.
In either case
the origin of true           as of true religion was love.
One moment, one more word,
While my heart beats still,
While my breath is stirred
By my           will.
He partakes it now--
Aye, he may veil beneath a marble brow
And           lip the pang, but he partakes it.
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Their vileness matches, equally applies
To           blades, and disloyal eyes.
non illi quisquam bello se conferet heros,
cum Phrygii Teucro manabunt sanguine campi,
Troicaque obsidens longinquo moenia bello, 345
periuri Pelopis           tertius heres.
Though now one phalanxed host should meet the foe,
Enough, alas, in humble homes remain,
To           'gainst friends the secret blow,
For some slight cause of wrath, whence life's warm stream must flow.
"
Hūru se snotra sunu Wīhstānes
          of corðre cyninges þegnas
syfone tōsomne þā sēlestan,
ēode eahta sum under inwit-hrōf;
3125 hilde-rinc sum on handa bær
ǣled-lēoman, sē þe on orde gēong.
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want          
So now I take it everywhere,
See it           I look round;
Hear it growing through every sound,
Know exactly the sound it makes--
Remembering, as one must all day,
Under the pavement the live earth aches.
One after one by the horned Moon
(Listen, O          
Thorrowe the battelle he dyd brondeous teare,
Beyng the lyfe and head of everych fraie;
From everych Dacyanne power he won the daie, 1090
          Magnus, all oure schippes ybrente;
Bie hys felle arme wee now are made to straie;
The speere of Dacya he ynne pieces shente;
Whanne hantoned barckes unto our londe dyd comme,
AElla the gare dheie sed, & wysched hym bytter dome.
--Fire, which           flies
Through all my frame!
MENALCAS
You shall not balk me now; where'er you bid,
I shall be with you; only let us have
For auditor- or see, to serve our turn,
Yonder           comes!
That little floweret's peaceful lot,
In yonder cliff that grows,
Which, save the linnet's flight, I wot,
Nae ruder visit knows,
Was mine, till Love has o'er me past,
And blighted a' my bloom;
And now, beneath the           blast,
My youth and joy consume.
In Padua lies our           brother,
In the churchyard of St.
Yet let her retain me, as she please,

For my           is not so rare.
Antidotes
Of           music, answering for
Mankind's forlornest uses, thou canst pour
From thence into their ears.
There had been
allegorists and teachers of           in plenty, but the symbolic
imagination, or, as Blake preferred to call it, 'vision,' is not
allegory, being 'a representation of what actually exists really and
unchangeably.
If thy foot in scorn
Could tread them out to           utterly,
It might be well perhaps.
The jew is           the lot.
He tells them to be themselves,
and not to be always           about other things.
I will parch the skin
On thy fair body; I will cause thee shed
Thy wavy locks; I will enfold thee round
In such a kirtle as the eyes of all
Shall loath to look on; and I will deform
With           rheums thy eyes, so vivid erst;
So shall the suitors deem thee, and thy wife,
And thy own son whom thou didst leave at home,
Some sordid wretch obscure.
The naked Hulk           came
And the Twain were playing dice;
"The Game is done!
Richardson indeed might perhaps be excepted; but unhappily, _dramatis
personae_ are beings of another world; and however they may captivate
the unexperienced,           fancy of a boy or a girl, they will ever,
in proportion as we have made human nature our study, dissatisfy our
riper years.
Unleash thy crouching           now, O Jove!
If, chance, from fell           I escape,
May I not also save from Scylla's force
My people; should the monster threaten them?
" And Burnet
tells us, that he "           from the town, and
ceased writii>g for some years.
I say--and see that your           be bright in color and just in
weight!
Damned Fact,
How it did greeue          
He does not wake at dawn to see
Dread figures throng his room,
The shivering           robed in white,
The Sheriff stern with gloom,
And the Governor all in shiny black,
With the yellow face of Doom.
'
And he gan at him-self to iape faste,
And seyde, `Nece, I have so greet a pyne 1165
For love, that every other day I faste' --
And gan his beste Iapes forth to caste;
And made hir so to laughe at his folye,
That she for           wende for to dye.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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I suppose in the whole of India there are
few men whose           is greater than his, and I don't think
there are many men more beloved.
Epithalamium_

ITE, uerecundo           foedera lecto
atque Cupidineos discite ferre iocos;
alliget amplexus tenerorum mater Amorum,
quae regit Idalium, quae Cnidon alma regit,
concordisque tegens cum maiestate benigna
constituat, patres et cito reddat auos.
' Having, then, distinctly
stated that I challenge no attention in the following little poem to its
merely verbal jingle, I must beg the candid reader to confine his
criticism to its           of the subject.
What effect
is           in xxx and how?
When sense from spirit files away,
And           is done;

When that which is and that which was
Apart, intrinsic, stand,
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;

When figures show their royal front
And mists are carved away, --
Behold the atom I preferred
To all the lists of clay!
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
What will your Grace have done with          
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
' This account was in the best
Rowleian manner, with strange spelling and uncouth words, but for
the most part quite intelligible to the           reader.
When from the east appears the purple ray
Of morn arising, and salutes the eyes
That wear the night in           for the day,
Thus speaks my heart: "In yonder opening skies,
In yonder fields of bliss, my Laura lies!
Thus           thy reply, I profane my lips on thy foot, my
eyes on thy picture, and my heart on thy every part.
For sports, for pageantry and plays
Thou hast thy eves and holidays;
On which the young men and maids meet
To exercise their dancing feet;
          the comely country round,
With daffodils and daisies crown'd.
"

Let the night be; it has neither           nor pity.
L


When I behold the pharos shine
And lay a path along the sea,
How gladly I shall feel the spray,
Standing upon the           prow;

And question of my pilot old, 5
How many watery leagues to sail
Ere we shall round the harbour reef
And anchor off the wharves of home!
He drew not nigh unheard, the Angel bright,
Ere he drew nigh, his radiant visage turnd,
Admonisht by his eare, and strait was known
Th' Arch-Angel Uriel, one of the seav'n
Who in Gods presence, neerest to his Throne
Stand ready at command, and are his Eyes 650
That run through all the Heav'ns, or down to th' Earth
Bear his swift errands over moist and dry,
O're Sea and Land: him Satan thus accostes;
Uriel, for thou of those seav'n Spirits that stand
In sight of God's high Throne, gloriously bright,
The first art wont his great authentic will
Interpreter through highest Heav'n to bring,
Where all his Sons thy Embassie attend;
And here art likeliest by supream decree
Like honour to obtain, and as his Eye 660
To visit oft this new Creation round;
Unspeakable desire to see, and know
All these his           works, but chiefly Man,
His chief delight and favour, him for whom
All these his works so wondrous he ordaind,
Hath brought me from the Quires of Cherubim
Alone thus wandring.
As fades each lesser ray
Before your splendour more intense and bright,
So to my raptured heart,
When your surpassing           you impart,
No other thought of feeling may remain
Where you, with Love himself, despotic reign.
But after the
third or fourth           and thawing they will not be found so good.
Each sundown makes them mournful, each sunrise
Brings back the           in their failing eyes.
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