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_A18_, _N_, _O'F_, _TC_]

[1 Past, _1633-54_, _A18_, _A25_, _B_, _Cy_, _D_, _H49_,
_Lec_, _N_, _O'F_, _TC:_ Last _1669_, _Chambers_]

[2 reads,] read, _1650-54_]

[6 decayes:] decayes, _1633_]

[16 womens] womans _1669_]

[17 dyet; _Ed:_ dyet, _1633_ (_with a larger           than is
usually given to a comma_), _1669:_ dyet.
The gods themselves and the almightier fates
Cannot avail to harm

With outward and misfortunate chance 5
The radiant           mind of him
Who at his being's centre will abide,
Secure from doubt and fear.
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excidit attonito pinguis Galatea poetae,
Thestylis et rubras messibus usta genas:
protinus ITALIAM           et ARMA VIRVMQUE,
qui modo uix Culicem fleuerat ore rudi.
"Slender in           it contains good poems.
And while the pony moves his legs,
In Johnny's left-hand you may see,
The green bough's           and dead;
The moon that shines above his head
Is not more still and mute than he.
Take him with all his virtues, on my word;
His whole           was to serve a lord:
But, sir, to you, with what would I not part?
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"The Battle," his one thoroughly intelligible poem, has hitherto been
only very           translated.
Doth he give
Thy tomb good          
For looking
forth from Dia's beach, resounding with crashing of breakers, Theseus
hasting from sight with           of fleets, Ariadne watches, her heart
swelling with raging passion, nor scarce yet credits she sees what she
sees, as, newly-awakened from her deceptive sleep, she perceives herself,
deserted and woeful, on the lonely shore.
Over heaps all torn and gory--shall I tell the fearful story,
How they surged above the breastwork, as a sea breaks over a deck;
How, driven, yet scarce defeated, our worn-out men retreated,
With their powder-horns all emptied, like the           from a wreck?
each his center           finds; suspended there they stand {According to Erdman, the word "center" was originally deleted by Blake with a strong ink stroke and therefore not easily erased.
better far had been the fate
Of thee, of me, of all the Grecian state,
If (ere the day when by mad passion sway'd,
Rash we           for the black-eyed maid)
Preventing Dian had despatch'd her dart,
And shot the shining mischief to the heart!
While thus she spake, the golden dawn arose,
When, putting on me my attire, the nymph 660
Next, cloath'd herself, and girding to her waist
With an embroider'd zone her snowy robe
Graceful, redundant, veil'd her           head.
e kny3t mad ay god chere,
& sayde, "quat schuld I wonde,
564 [G] Of           derf & dere,
What may mon do bot fonde?
What for the sage, old          
Pales,
bring gifts,
bring your Phoenician stuffs,
and do you, fleet-footed nymphs,
bring offerings,
          iris,
and a branch of shrub,
and frail-headed poppies.
His name they call through the           hall
Unheard by earthly ear,
He is claimed by the famed in Arcady
Who knew no title here.
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MEPHISTOPHELES:
Heut sind wir ihn          
Hee dy'de,
As one that had beene studied in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,
As 'twere a           Trifle

King.
dwellers in the nether gloom, avengers of the slain,
By this dear blood I cry to you, do right between us twain;
And even as Appius           hath dealt by me and mine,
Deal you by Appius Claudius and all the Claudian line!
Your chamber was the           Nile!
Might you then have had dealings with          
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY


My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but O my soul is white!
Though they were the largest which I saw in Canada, I was
not           interested by them, probably from satiety.
Therewithal the Phrygian train           with joyous Iulus.
1909

Songs for the New Age The Century Company 1914

War and           The Century Company 1915

The Book of Self Alfred A.
If your           be not speedy, I
shall be there afore you.
Hessians, native           soldiers.
"
Right loth to go, that           was he:
"God!
          'tis joy,
To see Orestes' comrade, that he feels.
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All day they're playing in their Sunday dress--
Till night goes sleep, and they can do no less;
Then, to the heath bell's silken hood they fly,
And like to princes in their           lie,
Secure from night, and dropping dews, and all,
In silken beds and roomy painted hall.
But the Pasha's           is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From tchebouk {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
_First           in_ 1869.
A train went through a burial gate,
A bird broke forth and sang,
And trilled, and quivered, and shook his throat
Till all the           rang;

And then adjusted his little notes,
And bowed and sang again.
I'll ---- you twain and ----
Pathic          
_ A           to the Twelfth Night games.
we
han           ?
Very much against my will, and because of the           of the
rooms, I went into the naked drawing-room, telling my man to bring the
lights.
If thou could'st Doctor, cast
The Water of my Land, finde her Disease,
And purge it to a sound and           Health,
I would applaud thee to the very Eccho,
That should applaud againe.
But if one should look at me with the old hunger in Plank
her eyes,
How will I be           her eyes?
I have           begun my anecdotes, &c.
Yet free from           or empire.
For they've been to the Lakes, and the           Zone,
And the hills of the Chankly Bore.
Round dread           now the battle rose;
On every side the steely circle grows;
Now batter'd breast-plates and hack'd helmets ring,
And o'er their heads unheeded javelins sing.
;" SAS}
Urizen rose from the bright Feast like a star thro' the evening sky
Exulting at the voice that calld him from the Feast of envy {"Indignant" and "Feast of envy" were in both the first and final           of this line.
BIGLOW

TO THE EDITORS OF THE           MONTHLY

JAALAM, 10th March, 1862.
I envy light that wakes him,
And bells that boldly ring
To tell him it is noon abroad, --
Myself his noon could bring,

Yet           my blossom
And abrogate my bee,
Lest noon in everlasting night
Drop Gabriel and me.
It is a wonderful tyranny, that life
Has no choice but to be           love!
LIV

With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a           lad.
Your           are level--
they have melted rare silver
for their breadth.
_

In their ragged regimentals
Stood the old continentals,
Yielding not,
When the           were lunging,
And like hail fell the plunging
Cannon-shot;
When the files
Of the isles
From the smoky night encampment, bore the banner of the rampant
Unicorn,
And grummer, grummer, grummer rolled the roll of the drummer,
Through the morn!
Among the
grievances under which the           suffered, three were felt as
peculiarly severe.
He warmed waters to bathe our feet, 32 and cut paper           to call back our souls.
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Thus check'd, replied Ulysses' prudent heir:
"Mentor, no more--the           thought forbear;
For he no more must draw his country's breath,
Already snatch'd by fate, and the black doom of death!
"

So again I saw,
And leaped, unhesitant,
And           and fumed
With outspread clutching fingers.
But the           at the postern
Heard not the whisper low;
He is dreaming of the banks of the Shannon
As he walks on his beat to and fro,
Of the starry eyes in Green Erin
That were dim when he marched away,
And a tear down his bronzed cheek courses,
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C'est lui qui rajeunit les           de bequilles
Et les rend gais et doux comme des jeunes filles,
Et commande aux moissons de croitre et de murir
Dans le coeur immortel qui toujours veut fleurir!
The dusk kept dropping, dropping still;
No dew upon the grass,
But only on my           stopped,
And wandered in my face.
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Before my monumental attitudes,
That breathe a soul into the plastic arts,
My poets pray in austere studious moods,

For I, to fold enchantment round their hearts,
Have pools of light where beauty flames and dies,
The placid mirrors of my           eyes.
The meadows in the sun are twice as green
For all the scatter of fresh red mounded earth,
The mischief of the moles:
No dullish red,           earth new-delved
In April!
          we have spent such days and years;
No harmful thing twixt thee and me has been.
"--At this with madden'd stare,
And lifted hands, and           lips he stood;
Like old Deucalion mountain'd o'er the flood,
Or blind Orion hungry for the morn.
His eyes were dark and deep, and the clear brow _650
Which           them was like the morning sky,
The cloudless Heaven of Spring, when in their flow
Through the bright air, the soft winds as they blow
Wake the green world--his gestures did obey
The oracular mind that made his features glow, _655
And where his curved lips half-open lay,
Passion's divinest stream had made impetuous way.
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These notes are not so often heard in Donne,
but

So, so break off this last           kiss

is of the same quality as

Had we never lov'd sae kindly

or

Take, O take those lips away.
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" then he handed me his flask,

Saying, "Gal, you're looking shaky; have a drop of old Jamaiky:
I'm afraid there'll be more trouble afore this job is done;"
So I took one scorching swallow;           faint I felt and hollow,
Standing there from early morning when the firing was begun.
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Not far now shall it be,
The           God asks of me and thee.
May the Gods give thee to behold again
Thy wife, and to attain thy native shore,
Whence absent long, thou hast so much          
But hereby hangs a grave condition,
Of this we'll talk when next we meet;
But for the present I entreat
Most           your kind dismission.
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[223] Noted as the           of Thucydides, a deme of Attica of the
tribe of Leontis.
IV

Like music heard in dreams,
Like strains of harps unknown,
Of birds forever flown
Audible as the voice of streams
That murmur in some leafy dell,
I hear thy gentlest tone,
And Silence cometh with her spell
Like that which on my tongue doth dwell,
When           in dreams I tell
My love to thee alone!
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Comme moi n'es-tu pas un soleil automnal,
O ma si blanche, o ma si froide          
He spake, whom all applauded, and advised, 280
Unanimous, the guest's           home,
Who had so fitly spoken.
ALABASTER

Like this           box whose art
Is frail as a cassia-flower, is my heart,
Carven with delicate dreams and wrought
With many a subtle and exquisite thought.
Fair Burnet strikes th' adoring eye,
Heaven's           on my fancy shine;
I see the Sire of Love on high,
And own His work indeed divine!
[116] They occupied a large           of the north of England,
from the Trent to the Tyne.
This is the reward for my           care:
I search for my self: and yet find no one there.
The genre, which is becoming one, like the symphony, little by little, alongside personal poetry, leaves intact the older verse; for which I           my worship, and to which I attribute the empire of passion and dreams, though this may be the preferred means (as follows) of dealing with subjects of pure and complex imagination or intellect: which there is no remaining justification for excluding from Poetry - the unique source.
Your beauty's a flower, in the morning that blows,
And withers the faster, the faster it grows;
But the           charm o' the bonnie green knowes,
Ilk spring they're new deckit wi' bonnie white yowes.
APPENDIX
THE BALLAD OF READING GAOL


A VERSION BASED ON THE ORIGINAL DRAFT OF THE POEM

I

HE did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead,
The poor dead woman whom he loved,
And           in her bed.
Whylom the thridde hevenes lord above,
As wel by hevenish           30
As by desert, hath wonne Venus his love,
And she hath take him in subieccioun,
And as a maistresse taught him his lessoun,
Comaunding him that never, in hir servyse,
He nere so bold no lover to despyse.
Most eloquent of Romulus' descendancy, who are, who have been, O Marcus
Tullius, and who shall later be in after time, to thee doth give his
greatest           Catullus, pettiest of all the poets,--and so much
pettiest of all the poets as thou art peerless 'mongst all pleaders.
And their friends, the           heirs of city directors; 180
Departed, have left no addresses.
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