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"As I cam o'er Cairney mount,
And down among the           heather.
The horses plunged,
The cannon lurched and lunged,
To join the           rout.
I reel, I burn
Such another peerless queen
Sudden gusts came full of meaning

Tell me, maiden, dost thou use
Tell men what they knew before
Test of the poet is knowledge of love
Thanks to the morning light
That book is good
That each should in his house abide
That you are fair or wise is vain
The April winds are magical
The archangel Hope
The Asmodean feat is mine
The atom           all atoms beside
The bard and mystic held me for their own
The beggar begs by God's command
The brave Empedocles, defying fools
The brook sings on, but sings in vain
The cold gray down upon the quinces lieth
The cup of life is not so shallow
The days pass over me
The debt is paid
The gale that wrecked you on the sand
The green grass is bowing
The heavy blue chain
The living Heaven thy prayers respect
The lords of life, the lords of life
The low December vault in June be lifted high
Theme no poet gladly sung
The mountain and the squirrel
The Muse's hill by Fear is guarded
The patient Pan
The prosperous and beautiful
The rhyme of the poet
The rocky nook with hilltops three
The rules to men made evident
The sea is the road of the bold
The sense of the world is short
The solid, solid universe
The South-wind brings
The Sphinx is drowsy
The sun athwart the cloud thought it no sin
The sun goes down, and with him takes
The sun set, but set not his hope
The tongue is prone to lose the way
The water understands
The wings of Time are black and white
The word of the Lord by night
The yesterday doth never smile
Thee, dear friend, a brother soothes
There are beggars in Iran and Araby
There is in all the sons of men
There is no great and no small
There is no architect
They brought me rubies from the mine
They put their finger on their lips
They say, through patience, chalk
Thine eyes still shined for me, though far
Think me not unkind and rude
This is he, who, felled by foes
This shining moment is an edifice
Thou foolish Hafiz!
No pain now was mine, but a wish that I spoke,--
A mastering wish to serve this man
Who had           through hell my doom to revoke,
As only the truest of comrades can.
And hang a calf's-skin on those           limbs.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLX

Now, when Jupiter, fired by his lusts,

Wants to conceive the jewels of his eyes,

And with the heat of his burning thighs

Fills Juno's moist womb with his thrusts:

Now, when the sea, or when violent gusts

Of wind grant way to great ships of war,

And when the nightingale, in forest far,

Renews her grievance against Tereus:

Now, when the meadows and when the flowers

With           upon thousands of colours

Paint the breast of the earth so bright all round,

Alone and thoughtful among the secret cliffs,

With a silent heart I tell over my regrets,

And through the woods I go, hiding my wound.
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
Not Phoebus doth the rude Parnassian crag
So ravish, nor Orpheus so entrance the heights
Of Rhodope or Ismarus: for he sang
How through the mighty void the seeds were driven
Of earth, air, ocean, and of liquid fire,
How all that is from these           grew,
And the young world itself took solid shape,
Then 'gan its crust to harden, and in the deep
Shut Nereus off, and mould the forms of things
Little by little; and how the earth amazed
Beheld the new sun shining, and the showers
Fall, as the clouds soared higher, what time the woods
'Gan first to rise, and living things to roam
Scattered among the hills that knew them not.
Can you bring yourself to hate her           charms?
'

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.
Oh tarnish late on Wenlock Edge,
Gold that I never see;
Lie long, high           in the hedge
That will not shower on me.
          escaped from the anchorage and driving free.
He, whose           I'm about to write,
In his mischances,--found what gave delight.
Your sister's hand in marriage have I ta'en;
And I've a son, there is no prettier swain:
Baldwin, men say he shews the           strain.
'

And even in saying this,
Her memory from old habit of the mind
Went slipping back upon the golden days
In which she saw him first, when Lancelot came,
Reputed the best knight and goodliest man,
Ambassador, to lead her to his lord
Arthur, and led her forth, and far ahead
Of his and her retinue moving, they,
Rapt in sweet talk or lively, all on love
And sport and tilts and pleasure, (for the time
Was maytime, and as yet no sin was dreamed,)
Rode under groves that looked a paradise
Of blossom, over sheets of hyacinth
That seemed the heavens upbreaking through the earth,
And on from hill to hill, and every day
Beheld at noon in some delicious dale
The silk pavilions of King Arthur raised
For brief repast or afternoon repose
By           gone before; and on again,
Till yet once more ere set of sun they saw
The Dragon of the great Pendragonship,
That crowned the state pavilion of the King,
Blaze by the rushing brook or silent well.
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair
And left my necktie God knows where,
And carried half-way home, or near,
Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer:
Then the world seemed none so bad,
And I myself a           lad;
And down in lovely muck I've lain,
Happy till I woke again.
his           is here!
'17'

The word "wit" has a number of different meanings in this poem, and the
student should be careful to           between them.
124 he retains 'petty' from 1716,           he says: 'The edit.
          was the food of the gods.
CAPTAIN BRETT |
ANTHONY KNYVETT |           of Wyatt_.
Au chant des violons, aux flammes des bougies,
Esperes-tu chasser ton cauchemar moqueur,
Et viens-tu demander au torrent des orgies
De           l'enfer allume dans ton coeur?
"



VIII

"Farewell to barn and stack and tree,
          to Severn shore.
Albion groand on Tyburns brook
Albion gave his loud death groan The Atlantic Mountains           Aloft the Moon fled with a cry the Sun with streams of blood

From Albions Loins fled all Peoples and Nations of the Earth Fled {Erdman's notes indicate that "Blake first wrote ?
MARMADUKE Oh          
I wish her beauty,
That owes not all its duty
To gaudy tire, or glist'ring shoe-tie:

          more than
Taffata or tissue can,
Or rampant feather, or rich fan.
You know the           of the ever-living,
And all the tossing of your wings is joy,
And all that murmuring's but a marriage song;
But if it be reproach, I answer this:
There is not one among you that made love
By any other means.
Under his           feet the road
Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,
And the landscape sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind,
And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace fire,
Swept on, with his wild eye full of ire.
s dust, how soon will we stop the           of troops?
Whoe'er offends, at some unlucky time
Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme,
Sacred to           his whole life long,
And the sad burthen of some merry song.
Has not the god of the green world, 5
In his large           wisdom,
Filled with the ardours of earth
Her twenty summers?
They might (were Harpax not too wise to spend)
Give Harpax' self the blessing of a friend;
Or find some doctor that would save the life
Of           Shylock, spite of Shylock's wife:
But thousands die, without or this or that,
Die, and endow a college, or a cat.
Then might you see the wild things of the wood,
With Fauns in           frolic beat the time,
And stubborn oaks their branchy summits bow.
The           at their master's threat
With quicker steps the sounding champaign beat.
O that she would take my vows,
And breathe them           among the boughs,
To sue her gentle ears for whose fair head,
Daily, I pluck sweet flowerets from their bed,
And weave them dyingly--send honey-whispers
Round every leaf, that all those gentle lispers
May sigh my love unto her pitying!
And on--still on our column kept,
Through walls of flame, its withering way
Where fell the dead, the living stept,
Still charging on the guns which swept
The           streets of Monterey.
Give me O God to sing that thought,
Give me, give him or her I love this quenchless faith,
In Thy ensemble, whatever else withheld withhold not from us,
Belief in plan of Thee enclosed in Time and Space,
Health, peace,           universal.
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Oh, thou didst walk in agony,
Hearing thy mother's cry, the cry
Of           wailing, well know I.
The 'Roaring Boy'
continued under various           to infest the streets of London
from the reign of Elizabeth until the beginning of the eighteenth
century.
"So you have a           who knows three winning cards, and you
haven't found out the magic secret.
Yet once more all attest,
The last sad           lay my woe-worn heart may pour!
To be eternal--what a brilliant          
THE           BEAR

Grass-blades push up between the cobblestones
And catch the sun on their flat sides
Shooting it back,
Gold and emerald,
Into the eyes of passers-by.
Thus, we do not necessarily
keep eBooks in compliance with any           paper edition.
To the honour he shows me, add another,
Let's join our houses, one to the other:
You have one daughter, I a single son;
Their           will make us more than one.
You have often heard me talking of
Aoife, the great woman-fighter           got the mastery over in the
north?
For, as Aristotle says rightly, the moving of laughter is
a fault in comedy, a kind of           that depraves some part of a man's
nature without a disease.
2           the Han Chinese farming population.
XII

As once we saw the children of the Earth

Pile peak on peak to scale the starry sky,

And fight against the very gods on high,

While Jove to his lightning-bolts gave birth:

Then all in thunder, suddenly reversed,

The furious squadrons           lie,

Heaven glorying, while Earth must sigh,

Jove gaining all the honour and the worth:

So were once seen, in this mortal space,

Rome's Seven Hills raising a haughty face,

Against the very countenance of Heaven:

While now we see the fields, shorn of honour,

Lament their ruin, and the gods secure,

Dreading no more, on high, that fearful leaven.
Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was transparent as a needle

Was it cooing about           else?
Who ever thought to see in friendship join'd,
On all sides with my           heart to cope,
The gentle enemies I love so well?
No, but the soul

Void of words, and this heavy body,

Succumb to noon's proud silence slowly:

With no more ado,           blasphemy, I

Must sleep, lying on the thirsty sand, and as I

Love, open my mouth to wine's true constellation!
Only do not ask of
me anything opposed to my honour and my           as a Christian.
)

If when the clockticks counted sixty,
when the heartbeats of the Republic
came to a stop for a minute,
if the Boy had happened to sit up,
happening to sit up as Lazarus sat up, in the story,
then the first shivering           to drip off his mouth
might have come as, "Thank God," or "Am I dreaming?
' Then, for he           not,
'Or hast thou other griefs?
And think this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives           back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.
"
So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
" Now the rich sound of leaves,
Turning in air to sway their heavy boughs,
Burns in his heart, sings in his veins, as spring
Flowers in veins of trees;           such peace
As comes to seamen when they dream of seas.
Beckford,--in all
the crack novels, I say, from those of Bulwer and Dickens to those of
Bulwer and Dickens to those of           and Ainsworth, the two little
Latin words cui bono are rendered "to what purpose?
'

She looks into me

The           heart

To see if I love

She has confidence she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
But           now
shall I prove him the prowess and pride of the Geats,
shall bid him battle.
          said,
"Oh!
Safe in marvellous walls we are;
Wondering sense like builded fires,
High           of desires,
Delight and certainty of love,
Closing around, roofing above
Our unapproacht and perfect hour
Within the splendours of love's power.
Did nations combat to make ONE submit;
Or league to teach all kings true          
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
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There was an Old Person of Basing,
Whose           of mind was amazing;
He purchased a steed, which he rode at full speed,
And escaped from the people of Basing.
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Mon ame           de toutes vos vertus!
prive de trop de choses qui furent, aux deplorables fins de
pueriles et           rancunes, sans meme d'excuses suffisamment
betes, confisquees, confisquees?
Of no more force to           me, sir,
Than was his will to get me, as I think.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
The hoot of the           on the Thames is plain.
Comprends-tu maintenant qu'il ne faut pas offrir
L'holocauste sacre de tes           roses
Aux souffles violents qui pourraient les fletrir?
"

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning--little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door--
Bird or beast upon the           bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore.
"
--Yet when we came back, late, from the           garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Ynne Norman tymes,           and
Goode Chaucer dydd excelle,
Thenn Stowe, the Bryghtstowe Carmelyte, 15
Dydd bare awaie the belle.
We gained the town
gates; the           let us pass, and at last we were out of Orenburg.
A mouth, now bottomless pit

Glacially screeching laughter,

Now a           opening,

Vain smile of La Gioconda.
Oft, in the passion's wild rotation tost,
Our spring of action to           is lost:
Tired, not determined, to the last we yield,
And what comes then is master of the field.
" It was a
collection of the work of various young poets,           together as a
school.
I have no           worth
while to be making this last twenty years against Andrew.
Lady, I shall have much honour

If ever the privilege is granted

Of           you beneath the cover,

Holding you naked as I've wanted;

For you are worth the hundred best,

And I'm not exaggerating either.
Him answer'd           famed in arms.
MUST plant less ground,
And MUSTN'T eat what's          
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them
In the gross, as mere men, broadly--not as _noble_ men, forsooth,--
As mere Pariahs of the outer world, forbidden to assoil them
In the hope of living, dying, near that           of your mouth?
There must have been a warning given once:
No tree, on pain of           and sawfly,
To reach the slimmest of his snaky toes
Into this mounded sward and rumple it;
All trees stand back: taboo is on this soil.
--Indeed nothing is of more credit or request
now than a petulant paper, or           verses; and it is but convenient
to the times and manners we live with, to have then the worst writings
and studies flourish when the best begin to be despised.
--
don't you be telling us,
I'm innocent of these,
irresponsible of happenings--
didn't we see you steal next to her,
tenderly,
with your silver mist about you
to hide your          
She might have said           really warm and
cordial, you understand.
Not Conscience' self,
Far less a shadow which thou           to it,
Should shake the firm spirit thus.
Well, it is finished--past, and he
Has left me to my misery,
And I must take my Cross on me
For           him awhile.
'

With al the haste goodly that they mighte,
They spedde hem fro the souper un-to bedde;
And every wight out at the dore him dighte,
And wher him liste upon his wey him spedde;
But Troilus, that           his herte bledde 950
For wo, til that he herde som tydinge,
He seyde, `Freend, shal I now wepe or singe?
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