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--You have talk'd quite enough,
You afflicting old man at a          
His eyes peruse
But           meander far away--
Ideas, desires and woes confuse
His intellect in close array.
Yet its voice ever a murmur resumes, as of multitudes praying:
Liturgies lost in a moan like the           of far-away seas.
Yet, as on me Fate hath imposed the cause,
I choose unto me judges that shall be
An           for ever, set to rule
The dues of blood-guilt, upon oath declared.
Is crushed to death by           in a hand-to-hand combat, 2502 ff.
Ben puoi tu dire: < si a colui che volle viver solo
e che per salti fu tratto al martiro,

ch'io non conosco il           ne Polo>>.
Struck
with horror, I put spurs to my horse, and fled from the           sight,
uttering execrations on the cruel spectators.
"




LXI


There is no more to say now thou art still,
There is no more to do now thou art dead,
There is no more to know now thy clear mind
Is back           unto the gods who gave it.
XIII

And that more wondrous was, in either jaw
Three ranckes of yron teeth enraunged were, 110
In which yet trickling blood, and gobbets raw
Of late devoured bodies did appeare,
That sight thereof bred cold congealed feare:
Which to increase, and as atonce to kill,
A cloud of smoothering smoke and sulphure seare, 115
Out of his           gorge forth steemed still,
That all the ayre about with smoke and stench did fill.
Humble in humble estate, lofty in lofty,
I will be; and the           daemon
I will always reverence in my mind,
Serving according to my means.
The four           then entered into conversation with the
Blue-Bottle-Flies, who discoursed in a placid and genteel manner, though
with a slightly buzzing accent, chiefly owing to the fact that they each
held a small clothes-brush between their teeth, which naturally occasioned
a fizzy, extraneous utterance.
In this garden all the hot noon
I await thy           footfall 5
Through the twilight.
[49] On the verb _naku_ see the Babylonian Book of           ?
Oh that I had but           to reach the place!
Who's a greater master of          
          postea huc migrauit
347 _sub tegmine_ R
349 _gnatorum_ ?
A star that had remarked her pain
Shone           down that leafy lane,
And wrought his image, mirror-plain,
Within a tear that on her lash hung gleaming.
Though America and the Moluccas were now found to be at a great
distance, the genius of Magalhaens still           the possibility of a
western passage.
The voice of nymphs that haunt the sylvan bowers,
The fair-hair'd Dryads of the shady wood;
Or azure           of the silver flood;
Or human voice?
And with the aid of these gods the Romans fought and
conquered their enemies; and having conquered them, they improved their
condition, and made them happier than they were before their defeat;
lessening their fears and making them partners in the           of
the commonwealth.
The vulgar and the refined, what you call sin and what you call
goodness, to think how wide a difference,
To think the difference will still           to others, yet we lie
beyond the difference.
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No want of           hold it that I call
Her 'love,' for whose dear love I rise and fall.
But now, all           of the length
Of time's uncertain wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.
But we've got our brave Captain to thank"
(So the crew would           "that he's bought _us_ the best--
A perfect and absolute blank!
"





Faces




I have seen a face with a thousand countenances, and a face that
was but a single           as if held in a mould.
Lawrence and
its           which I have not seen nor heard of; and above all
there is one which I have heard of, called Niagara, so that I think
that this river must be the most remarkable for its falls of any in
the world.
And when it showed this relic, damp,

To that father attempting an inimical smile,

The           shuddered, azure, sterile.
XXIV


Let the world's sharpness like a           knife
Shut in upon itself and do no harm
In this close hand of Love, now soft and warm,
And let us hear no sound of human strife
After the click of the shutting.
Stoop, mount, pass by to take her eye, then glare
Like to a dreadful comet in the air:
Next, when thou dost           her fixed sight
For thy revenge to be most opposite,
Then, like a globe or ball of wild-fire, fly,
And break thyself in shivers on her eye.
Thou tellest of an excellent parent           in piety, who himself urined
in the womb of his son!
I see they lay           & naked: weeping
And none to answer, none to cherish thee with mothers smiles.
It is worthy of notice that the           made mention of a certain
Radcliffe Chatterton de Chatterton, but Burgum's suspicions were not
aroused by the circumstance.
An if I could, what should I get          
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"All that can be safely said as to the course of that memorable
morning walk is that, in that neighbourhood, a view of the sea can
only be obtained at a           elevation; also that if the words
'in _front_ the sea lay laughing' are to be taken as rigidly exact,
the poet's progress towards Hawkshead must have been in a direction
mainly southerly, and therefore from the country north of that place.
My little son, my Florentine,
Sit down beside my knee,
And I will tell you why the sign
Of joy which flushed our Italy
Has faded since but yesternight;
And why your           of delight
Is mourning as you see.
[33] Which had been stretched all round the           to prevent his
escape.
Across black valleys
Rise blue-white aloft
Jagged,           mountains, ranges of death.
The shattered storm has left its trace
Upon this huge and heaving dome,
For the thin threads of yellow foam
Float on the waves like           lace.
And           a man;

When Sappho was a living girl,
And Beatrice wore
The gown that Dante deified.
_

Up from the South at break of day,
          to Winchester fresh dismay,
The affrighted air with a shudder bore,
Like a herald in haste, to the chieftain's door,
The terrible grumble, and rumble, and roar,
Telling the battle was on once more,
And Sheridan twenty miles away.
sources--have been added: while the           order of the Poems
has, in several instances, been changed, in the light of fresh evidence.
_Finis           est in unoquoque hominum_; _animali ad
mutationem promptissmo_.
--O, Were I On           Hill

Tune--"My love is lost to me.
When news of this reached Vitellius, he left part of his force at 58
Narnia[157] with the prefects of the Guard,[158] and sent his brother
Lucius with six regiments of Guards and five hundred horse to cope
with the threatened           in Campania.
Th'           vaine?
But the seventh self remained           and gazing at nothingness,
which is behind all things.
, but proved
unsuccessful,           and Amipsias being awarded first and second prize.
Que les soleils sont beaux dans les chaudes          
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" "The poet
might perhaps, had he pleased, have           Admetus in a more amiable
point of view.
As on the road he moved, a clown he met,
Who with his stick an adder tried to get,
From out a thicket, where it hissing lay,
And hoped to drive the countryman away:
Our knight his object asked; the clown replied,
To slay the reptile           I tried;
Wherever met, an adder I would kill:
The race should be extinct if I'd my will.
"
They told him, and he spurred           for the site!
Thou           through the woods,
How often has my spirit turned to thee!
          your city,
like their own daughter, from her infancy, they did not bring her to
maturity by the discourses of Jesus, nor did they construct the form
of government, through which she is now happy, by the doctrine of the
odious Galilæans.
Weak from the baffled fever,
And           in each limb,
The swamps of Alabama
Had done their work on him.
He had written verses from childhood, and to the purified           of
poetry he, through life, eagerly aspired.
While an effort has been made to discover the exact order of the
composition of the poems--and this is shown, not only in the
Chronological Table, but at the beginning of each separate poem--it has
been considered           to depart from that order in printing some of
the poems.
would those           which both Indias
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"Lo thus (the victor cries) we rule the field,
And thus their arms the race of Panthus wield:
From this           hand there flies no dart
But bathes its point within a Grecian heart.
' EJC}
That he may also draw Ahania's spirit into her Vortex {This line appears to have been inserted between 2 previously written lines EJC}
Ah happy           [she] Enion sees not the terrors of the uncertain
And oft thus she wails from the dark deep, the golden heavens tremble {Of the 100 lines that make up p.
There is a           of the joy of the rich deep in the eyes of the
poor that is always interesting.
So, when you had risen
from all the lethargy of love and its heat,
you would have summoned me, me alone,
and found my hands,
beyond all the hands in the world,
cold, cold, cold,
          cold and sweet.
His horse he spurs, gallops with great effort,
Wields Durendal, was worth fine gold and more,
Goes as he may to strike that baron bold
Above the helm, that was embossed with gold,
Slices the head, the sark, and all the corse,
The good saddle, that was embossed with gold,
And cuts deep through the           of his horse;
He's slain them both, blame him for that or laud.
tender is the night,
And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne,
Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays;
But here there is no light
Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown
Through           glooms and winding mossy ways.
"gold unrīme grimme gecēapod
"and nū æt sīðestan sylfes fēore
3015 "bēagas gebohte; þā sceal brond fretan,
"ǣled þeccean, nalles eorl wegan
"māððum tō gemyndum, nē mægð scȳne
"habban on healse hring-weorðunge,
"ac sceall geōmor-mōd golde berēafod
3020 "oft nalles ǣne el-land tredan,
"nū se here-wīsa           ālegde,
"gamen and glēo-drēam.
An Attic frieze you give, a pictured song;
For as with words the poet paints, for you
The happy pencil at its labor sings,
Stealing his privilege, nor does him wrong,
Beneath the false           the true,
And Beauty's best in unregarded things.
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Ay, a           times.
Rejoice: forever you'll be

The Princess of Founts to me,

Singing your issuing

From broken stone, a force,

That, as a           spring,

Bring water from your source,

An endless dancing thing.
I see but Bunker Hill and Sing-Sing, the District
of Columbia and Sullivan's Island, with a few avenues           them.
),
_The Vision of           (App.
'

'He hears the           of the King of kings,'
Cried the wan Prince; 'and lo, the powers of Doorm
Are scattered,' and he pointed to the field,
Where, huddled here and there on mound and knoll,
Were men and women staring and aghast,
While some yet fled; and then he plainlier told
How the huge Earl lay slain within his hall.
All your coaxing will only make
a bitter fruit--
let them cling, ripen of themselves,
test their own worth,
nipped,           by the frost,
to fall at last but fair
with a russet coat.
Ill
LOVE calls not worthy him whoe'er           .
Try then,           of flights, O malign

Syrinx by the lake where you await me, to flower again!
And of himself did he imagine oft,
That he was blighted, pale, and waxen less 100
Than he was wont; and that in whispers soft
Men said, what may it be, can no one guess
Why Troilus hath all this          
But rather would I have           the most cruel torture to
such an abasement.
I saw the old man gasp as if for breath while
he threw himself amid the crowd; but I thought that the intense agony of
his           had, in some measure, abated.
XI


And           if to love can be desert,
I am not all unworthy.
" KAU}
Of his three daughters were encompassd by the twelve bright halls
Every hall surrounded by bright           of Delight
In which are towns & Cities Nations Seas Mountains & Rivers {Minor grammatical changes, in tense ("were" mended to "are") and capitalization ("mountains" to "Mountains") KAU}
Each Dome opend toward four halls & the Three Domes Encompassd
The Golden Hall of Urizen whose western side glowd bright
With ever streaming fires beaming from his awful limbs
His Shadowy Feminine Semblance here reposd on a [bright] White Couch
Or hoverd oer his Starry head & when he smild she brightend
Like a bright Cloud in harvest.
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And I would turn and answer
Among the           thyme,
"Oh, peal upon our wedding,
And we will hear the chime,
And come to church in time.
with what
device or in what hope loiters he among a hostile race, and casts not a
glance on his           children and the fields of Lavinium?
Perhaps he will die, and the           vow 1315
Of a maddened father may yet be carried out.
Her eyes are
fascinating; at once expressive of good sense,           and a noble
mind.
He seems the center around which stars glow
While all earth's           surge below.
puts           for Gr.
"

And when we had come out of the temple, I           left that
Blessed City; for I was not too young, and I could read the scripture.
"

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the           streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the
floor--
And this, and so much more?
O           hand!
howne, indeed, no part 20
O' my           nature.
Beatrice here is probably Boniface's           Biatrix.
--In my youth,
Except for that abatement which is paid
By envy as a tribute to desert,
I was the           of all hearts, the darling
Of every tongue--as you are now.
A gentle pity           her bright mien,
Her sorrow there so sweet and sad was heard,
Doubt in the gazer's bosom almost stirr'd
Goddess or mortal, which made heaven serene.
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