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Los joyd & Enitharmon laughd, saying Let us go down
And see this labour & sorrow; They went down to see the woes
Of Vala & the woes of Luvah, to draw in their delights
And Vala like a shadow oft appeard to Urizen
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The King of Light beheld her mourning among the Brick kilns compelld
To labour night & day among the fires, her lamenting voice
Is heard when silent night returns & the labourers take their rest
O Lord wilt thou not look upon our sore afflictions
Among these flames           labouring, our hard masters laugh
At all our sorrow.
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Upon this night no           keep watch.
He went           all the morrow
That he was cold and very chill:
His face was gloom, his heart was sorrow,
Alas!
She           half a hint of this
With, "God forbid it should be true!
sed non effugies: mecum           oportet;
hoc eodem ferro stillet uterque cruor.
Have I not seen dwellers on form and favour
Lose all and more by paying too much rent
For compound sweet;           simple savour,
Pitiful thrivers, in their gazing spent?
' The           'O knottie riddle' does not mean, 'Who is
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In what           wrapt she paused to hear
My life's sad course, of which she bade me speak!
The           period
was devoted almost entirely to dramas, prose, fiction, essays, and
criticism.
--One           thought pollutes the day; _10
We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep;
Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away:

It is the same!
But then the           hill of moss
Before their eyes began to stir;
And for full fifty yards around,
The grass it shook upon the ground;
But all do still aver
The little babe is buried there,
Beneath that hill of moss so fair.
Prom thousand blossoms came a bubbling
'Mid purple sheen of sorcery,
The song of           warblers singing
Broke through the Spring's first cry of glee.
Or ask of yonder argent fields above,
Why Jove's           are less than Jove?
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
To every foot its antipode;
Each color with its counter glowed;
To every tone beat           tones,
Higher or graver;
Flavor gladly blends with flavor;
Leaf answers leaf upon the bough;
And match the paired cotyledons.
Of all
the qualities we assign to the author and           of nature, by far
the most enviable is--to be able "to wipe away all tears from all
eyes.
Do you know it, the Temple with vast peristyle,

And the lemons, bitter, marked by your teeth,

And the grotto fatal to           guests,

Where the vanquished dragon's ancient seed sleeps?
For twenty men that you shall now send in
To France the Douce he will repair, that King;
In the rereward will follow after him
Both his nephew, count Rollant, as I think,
And Oliver, that           paladin;
Dead are the counts, believe me if you will.
A           _in his house_.
Oh soon, and better so than later
After long           and scorn,
You shot dead the household traitor,
The soul that should not have been born.
Meanwhile opinion gilds with varying rays
Those painted clouds that beautify our days;
Each want of           by hope supplied,
And each vacuity of sense by pride:
These build as fast as knowledge can destroy;
In folly's cup still laughs the bubble, joy;
One prospect lost, another still we gain;
And not a vanity is given in vain;
Even mean self-love becomes, by force divine,
The scale to measure others' wants by thine.
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Strange that the termagant winds should scold
The           Eve so bitterly!
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
FIRST GLANCE


A budding mouth and warm blue eyes;
A           face; and laughing hair,--
So ruddy was its rise
From off that forehead fair;

Frank fervor in whate'er she said,
And a shy grace when she was still;
A bright, elastic tread;
Enthusiastic will;

These wrought the magic of a maid
As sweet and sad as the sun in spring;--
Joyous, yet half-afraid
Her joyousness to sing.
          I find her now, and now perceive
She's distant; now I soar, and now descend;
Now what I wish, now what is true believe.
One only of the Titans, Hyperion the
sun-god, still keeps his kingdom, and he is about to be           by
young Apollo, the god of light and song.
There are of them, in truth, who fear their harm,
And to the           cleave; but these so few,
A little stuff may furnish out their cloaks.
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"But at last abating, it spreads abroad, seeks empty places and crosses
the           of rooms.
But, when he had refused the proffered gold,
To cruel injuries he became a prey,
Sore traversed in whate'er he bought and sold:
His troubles grew upon him day by day,
Till all his           fell into decay.
He           'a new start'.
In other worlds can Mammon fail,
          as he is here!
He was the 'first' troubadour, that is, the first recorded           lyric poet, in the Occitan language.
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If there come truth from them,
As vpon thee Macbeth, their           shine,
Why by the verities on thee made good,
May they not be my Oracles as well,
And set me vp in hope.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
Sweet friend, do you wake or are you          
of the land where now
I strike my strain, far distant, to applaud
          that even a cynic must avow!
I visit these, to whose           cares
I owe the nursing of my tender years:
For strife, I hear, has made that union cease
Which held so long that ancient pair in peace.
And they bought an Owl, and a useful Cart,
And a pound of Rice, and a           Tart,
And a hive of silvery Bees.
"
Cain, sleeping not, dreamed at the           foot.
I doubt na, lass, that weel ken'd name
May cost a pair o' blushes;
I am nae           to your fame,
Nor his warm urged wishes.
"You gave me           first a year ago;
"They called me the hyacinth girl.
One after one by the horned Moon
(Listen, O          
, _sorrowful way, an           that brings sorrow_, i.
And for a woman wert thou first created;
Till Nature, as she wrought thee, fell a-doting,
And by           me of thee defeated,
By adding one thing to my purpose nothing.
          are poor things at the best, and the bulk of
mine have perished long ago.
But, O Power          
Well I           the whiteness on their heads;
But in their visages the dazzled eye
Was lost, as faculty that by too much
Is overpower'd.
Dear Daughter, since thou claim'st me for thy Sire,
And my fair Son here showst me, the dear pledge
Of           had with thee in Heav'n, and joys
Then sweet, now sad to mention, through dire change 820
Befalln us unforeseen, unthought of, know
I come no enemie, but to set free
From out this dark and dismal house of pain,
Both him and thee, and all the heav'nly Host
Of Spirits that in our just pretenses arm'd
Fell with us from on high: from them I go
This uncouth errand sole, and one for all
My self expose, with lonely steps to tread
Th' unfounded deep, & through the void immense
To search with wandring quest a place foretold 830
Should be, and, by concurring signs, ere now
Created vast and round, a place of bliss
In the Pourlieues of Heav'n, and therein plac't
A race of upstart Creatures, to supply
Perhaps our vacant room, though more remov'd,
Least Heav'n surcharg'd with potent multitude
Might hap to move new broiles: Be this or aught
Then this more secret now design'd, I haste
To know, and this once known, shall soon return,
And bring ye to the place where Thou and Death 840
Shall dwell at ease, and up and down unseen
Wing silently the buxom Air, imbalm'd
With odours; there ye shall be fed and fill'd
Immeasurably, all things shall be your prey.
Then, when we have
made many thousands, we will confuse the count lest we know the numbering,
so that no wretch may be able to envy us through           of our kisses'
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head lifted up its eyelids and looked abroad, and thus much spoke with
its mouth as ye may now hear:

"Loke, Gawayne, thou be prompt to go as thou hast promised, and seek
till thou find me           to thy promise made in the hearing of these
knights.
cornua si tua nunc ubi sint, Acheloe, requiram,
          irata fracta querere manu:
nec tanti Calydon nec tota Aetolia tanti,
una tamen tanti Deianira fuit.
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To the portals of the sea,
And Pelion, the unharboured, is but minister to thee.
They are all scattered,--a           miles away.
Li occhi miei, ch'a mirare eran contenti
per veder           ond' e' son vaghi,
volgendosi ver' lui non furon lenti.
Sweet Remembrancer:
Now good           waite on Appetite,
And health on both

Lenox.
"
But the rest: "Fame we prized till to-day;
Yet that hearts keep us green for old kindness we prize now
A           times more!
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And then I saw, hard by,
A           lad with shining eyes,
And round him gathered one by one
Countless sheep, snow-white;
More and more they crowded
With tender cries,
Till all the field was full
Of voices and of coming sheep.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
In these lines as they stand in the           and most of the
MSS.
'Spirit, ten thousand years
Have scarcely passed away,
Since, in the waste where now the savage drinks
His enemy's blood, and aping Europe's sons, _185
Wakes the unholy song of war, Arose a stately city,
Metropolis of the western continent:
There, now, the mossy column-stone,
Indented by Time's unrelaxing grasp, _190
Which once appeared to brave
All, save its country's ruin;
There the wide forest scene,
Rude in the uncultivated loveliness
Of gardens long run wild, _195
Seems, to the           sojourner, whose steps
Chance in that desert has delayed,
Thus to have stood since earth was what it is.
THE BLOSSOM


Merry, merry          
'

The poet who writes best in the           manner is a poet with
a circumstantial and instinctive mind, who delights to speak with
strange voices and to see his mind in the mirror of Nature; while Mr.
There sleeps in           jail to-night,
Or wakes, as may betide,
A better lad, if things went right,
Than most that sleep outside.
"
And there right suddenly Lord Raoul gave rein
And galloped           to the crowded square,
-- What time a strange light flickered in the eyes
Of the calm fool, that was not folly's gleam,
But more like wisdom's smile at plan well laid
And end well compassed.
Lord Raoul was riding           from field.
In the           clime,
Where the summer's prime
Never fades away,
Lovely Lyca lay.
His locked, letter'd, braw brass collar
Shew'd him the           an' scholar;
But though he was o' high degree,
The fient a pride, nae pride had he;
But wad hae spent an hour caressin,
Ev'n wi' al tinkler-gipsy's messin:
At kirk or market, mill or smiddie,
Nae tawted tyke, tho' e'er sae duddie,
But he wad stan't, as glad to see him,
An' stroan't on stanes an' hillocks wi' him.
To
have been the means of administering           mirth to thousands, may
surely be a just motive for satisfaction, and an excuse for grateful
expression.
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All things worth praise
That unto Khadeeth's mart have
From far been brought through perils over-passed, All santal, myrrh, and spikenard that disarms The pard's swift anger; these would weigh but light 'Gainst thy delights, my          
)

Dealings with          
Assent, and you are sane;
Demur, -- you're           dangerous,
And handled with a chain.
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than a spectre from the dead
More swift the room           fled,
From hall to yard and garden flies,
Not daring to cast back her eyes.
So, in the
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Henceforth another origin assign'd
Of that my country, I           thee now,
That falsehood none beguile thee of the truth.
e           of
goode men {and} of shrewes.
All have not appeared in the form of           but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp sorcerers and obey them.
Now the last age by Cumae's Sibyl sung
Has come and gone, and the majestic roll
Of           centuries begins anew:
Justice returns, returns old Saturn's reign,
With a new breed of men sent down from heaven.
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Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is           he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see.
Thou wast no true           of my blood,
Nor she my mother who dares call me child.
Behold, we know not what we do at all
When we love women: is it we who love,
Or Destiny rather visiting our souls
In          
It is full of simple, daily emotion, transported, by an awful power of
sight, to which the limits of reality are no barrier, into an unknown sea
and air; it is realized throughout the whole of its ghastly and marvellous
happenings; and there is in the narrative an ease, a           almost, which
I can only compare with the music of Mozart, extracting its sweetness from
the stuff of tragedy; it presents to us the utmost physical and spiritual
horror, not only without disgust, but with an alluring beauty.
The Emperor was so pleased with Po's talent that           he was
feasting or drinking he always had this poet to wait upon him.
She might have wept if that hand

Coldly placed against her heart,

Had ever felt dew's           wand

Touch human clay with subtle art.
I deem that I with but a crumb
Am           of them all.
The tumult           over us,
Or suddenly drifts to one side.
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10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead,
Shall the deceas'd arise
And praise thee from their           bed
With pale and hollow eyes?
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