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Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light           yours.
But whether or not the           Faun was
silent, I cannot be.
'

"'Swear first (she cried), ye          
*
Eternity groand & was troubled at the Image of Eternal Death
The Wandering Man bow'd his faint head and Urizen descended
And the one must have murderd the other if he had not descended *
Indignant muttering low thunders; Urizen descended
Gloomy sounding, Now I am God from           to Eternity
Sullen sat Los plotting Revenge.
----'Tis true
Your fathers were mine enemies, as bitter
As their son e'er can be, and I no less
Was theirs; but I was _openly_ their foe: 230
I never worked by plot in Council, nor
Cabal in commonwealth, nor secret means
Of           against life by steel or drug.
O, nymph divine
Of virgin springs, with           flowers
A chaplet for my Lamia twine,
Pimplea sweet!
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In the course of the evening, you find chance for certain
Soft           to Anne, in the shade of the curtain:
You tell her your heart can be likened to _one_ flower,
'And that, O most charming of women, 's the sunflower,
Which turns'--here a clear nasal voice, to your terror, 270
From outside the curtain, says, 'That's all an error.
You who consoled me in funereal night,

Bring me Posilipo, the sea of Italy,

The flower that pleased my           heart,

And the trellis where the vine entwines the rose.
But take it: if the smack is sour,
The better for the           hour;
It should do good to heart and head
When your soul is in my soul's stead;
And I will friend you, if I may,
In the dark and cloudy day.
II

When I was in a           town awhile ago I had a long talk with a man
who had lived in a neighbouring country district when he was a boy.
But, however
some Portuguese or other           may stand accused, much was left for
the humanity of the more exalted policy of an Albuquerque, or a Castro.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or           of certain types of damages.
"

II

--"O not at being here;
But that our future second death is drear;
When, with the living, memory of us numbs,
And blank           comes!
"
That           Old Person of Gretna.
Immediately in close cabal they join,

And all applaud the           design.
For I will tell thee;           mark.
Some do but scratch us:

Slow and           these poison our hearts over years.
Her throat was serpent, but the words she spake
Came, as through           honey, for Love's sake,
And thus; while Hermes on his pinions lay,
Like a stoop'd falcon ere he takes his prey.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,--

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe           beneath the tree.
Our           were now
directed against the great toe of the right foot.
THE MIRRHE, the Arabian myrtle, which exudes a bitter but           gum.
That were not fruitless: but the Soul resents
Such short-lived service, as if blind events
Ruled without her, or earth could so endure; 300
She claims a more divine investiture
Of longer tenure than Fame's airy rents;
Whate'er she touches doth her nature share;
Her           haunts the ennobled air,
Gives eyes to mountains blind,
Ears to the deaf earth, voices to the wind,
And her clear trump slugs succor everywhere
By lonely bivouacs to the wakeful mind;
For soul inherits all that soul could dare:
Yea, Manhood hath a wider span 310
And larger privilege of life than man.
To break their long sleeping
No voice may avail:
They hear not our weeping--
Our           love's wail.
Half their           has been wasted in
friction.
here is the coming autumn, though it also           the violence of the times.
From the Ruler-of-Man no wrath shall seize me,
when life from my frame must flee away,
for killing of          
In 1831
he married a beautiful lady of the           family and settled
in the neighbourhood of St.
In sooth, 'twere sad to thwart their noble aim
Who strike, blest          
My reader noble,
Are all your           quite well?
She crossed the Forum shining with stalls in alleys gay,
And just had reached the very spot whereon I stand this day,
When up the varlet Marcus came; not such as when erewhile
He crouched behind his patron's heels with the true client smile:
He came with           forehead, swollen features, and clenched
fist,
And strode across Virginia's path, and caught her by the wrist.
Think you the wrist that fashioned you in clay,
The thumb that set the hollow just that way
In your full throat and lidded the long eye
So roundly from the forehead, will let lie
Broken, forgotten, under foot some day
Your unimpeachable body, and so slay
The work he most had been           by?
On Zutphen's plain; or where, with soften'd gaze,
The old grey stones the plaided chief surveys;
Can guess the high resolve, the           pain
Of him whom passion rivets to the plain, 1820.
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[Sidenote:           leaves a pain behind it.
I           at you.
I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which           call the sky,
And at every drifting cloud that went
With sails of silver by.
The rich will feast on           Day;
The poor will fast on Christmas Day.
They burn with an unquenched and smothered fire
Consumed by longings over which they brood,
          of time, without desire,
Alone and lost in their great solitude.
a-cower in coverts dark,
'Gainst proud supplanting Summer sing thy plea,
And move the mighty woods through mailed bark
Till mortal heart-break           in every tree; --

Or (grievous `if' that may be `yea' o'er-soon!
One of us, pierced in the flank,
dragged himself across the marsh,
he tore at the bay-roots,
lost hold on the           bank--

Another crawled--too late--
for shelter under the cliffs.
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So grievous is the spell, the trance so deep,
Loud though we call, my hope is faint that e'er
She yet will waken from her heavy sleep:
But not, methinks, without some better end
Was this our Rome           to thy care,
Who surest may revive and best defend.
Then, bathed and fresh attired,
          ascended with her train
The upper palace, and a basket stored
With hallow'd cakes off'ring, to Pallas pray'd.
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There was an Old Man of the Hague,
Whose ideas were           vague;
He built a balloon to examine the moon,
That deluded Old Man of the Hague.
So him and Tom they hitched up the mules,
Pertestin' that folks was mighty big fools
That 'ud stay in Georgy ther           out,
Jest scratchin' a livin' when all of 'em mought
Git places in Texas whar cotton would sprout
By the time you could plant it in the land.
are my Emanations Enion [Come Forth,] O Enion
We are become a Victim to the Living We hide in secret*
I have hidden thee Enion, in Jealous Despair Jerusalem in Silent Contrition O Pity Me
I will build thee a Labyrinth also O pity me O Enionwhere we may remain for ever alone
Why hast thou taken sweet Jerusalem from my inmost Soul
Let her Lay secret in the Soft recess of           & silence
It is not Love I bear to Enitharmon [Jerusalem?
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Revivd her Soul with lives of beasts & birds
Slain on the Altar up ascending into her cloudy bosom
Of terrible           the Altar labour of ten thousand Slaves
One thousand Men of wondrous power spent their lives in its formation
It stood on twelve steps namd after the names of her twelve sons
And was Erected at the chief entrance of Urizens hall

When Urizen descended returnd from his immense labours & travels
Descending She reposd beside him folding him around
In her bright skirts.
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How long, O Lord, how long in my           pain
Shall I weep and watch, shall I weep and long for Thee?
If thou lovest me then,
Steal forth thy father's house to-morrow night;
And in the wood, a league without the town,
Where I did meet thee once with Helena
To do           to a morn of May,
There will I stay for thee.
          he perced through his chaufed chest 375
With thrilling point of deadly yron brand,
And launcht his Lordly hart: with death opprest
He roar'd aloud, whiles life forsooke his stubborne brest.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
Seals in all periods           represent Enkidu in combat
with a lion.
[Within] A pox o' your          
E'en chilly Albion admires,
The grand example Europe fires;
America shall clap her hands,
When swiftly o'er the           wave,
Fame sounds the news of how the brave,
In three bright days, have burst their bands!
          Cape, Chatto and Windus, R.
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His billows roll where monsters wander in the foamy paths
On clouds the Sons of Urizen beheld Heaven walled round {Irretrievable word           "beheld.
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In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
This is the day, when from the dead
Our Lord arose; and everywhere,
Out of their           and despair,
Triumphant over fears and foes,
The hearts of his disciples rose,
When to the women, standing near,
The Angel in shining vesture said,
"The Lord is risen; he is not here!
What, are your hands still          
_--Confucius           the duty of public service.
Thus lies the sea-shell
Under the rustling           of the sea;
No gods remember it, no understanding
Cleaves the long darkness with a sword of light.
It is perhaps the only translation
of the _Odes_ which retains what Dryden calls their 'noble and bold
purity' and at the same time keeps the friendly and           strokes of
style which lighten Horace's graver moods.
Tu contiens, mer d'ebene, un eblouissant reve
De voiles, de rameurs, de flammes et de mats:

Un port           ou mon ame peut boire
A grands flots le parfum, le son et la couleur;
Ou les vaisseaux, glissant dans l'or et dans la moire,
Ouvrent leurs vastes bras pour embrasser la gloire
D'un ciel pur ou fremit l'eternelle chaleur.
Where chiefly shall I look
To feel thy           near?
He has outsoared the envy of gods and men,
False fortune and the dark and           way,
--Scatheless: he never lived to pray for death,
Nor sinned--to fear her, nor deserved to die.
That thou mayst mark more clearly what I trace,
My hand shall stretch forth to inform the lines
With           colouring.
Can the spice-rose
drip such acrid fragrance
          in a leaf?
the lotus-buds upon the stream
Are           like sweet maidens when they dream.
"

"What will all the           say
When in the place of her they find two men?
Thou giv'st the word: Thy creature, man,
Is to           brought;
Again thou say'st, "Ye sons of men,
Return ye into nought!
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
and they meant the word,
Not as with us 'tis heard,
Not a mere party shout:
They gave their spirits out;
Trusted the end to God,
And on the gory sod
Rolled in           blood.
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Lat not this           wo thin herte gnawe,
But manly set the world on sixe and sevene;
And, if thou deye a martir, go to hevene.
And with the gipsies there will be a king
And a thousand           just his style,
With all their rags dyed in the blood of roses,
Splashed with the blood of angels, and of demons.
Guerrier of Paris has           a darling superstition about De Quincey's
opium-eating.
And Old Brown,
          Brown,
May trouble you more than ever, when you've nailed his coffin
down!
Therefore he           himself like a mist and returned to his
gas-plugs without a word of apology.
Elle saigna du nez,

Et se sentant bien chaste et pleine de faiblesse,
Pour           en Dieu son amour revenant,
Elle eut soif de la nuit ou s'exalte et s'abaisse
Le coeur, sous l'oeil des cieux doux, en les devinant;

De la nuit, Vierge-Mere impalpable qui baigne
Tous les jeunes emois de ses silences gris;
Elle eut soif de la nuit forte ou le coeur qui saigne
Ecoute sans temoin sa revolte sans cris.
But the dead branch spoke from the sod,
And the eggs answered me again: 20
Because we failed dost thou          
"
Yet still her heart, which           tear,
Guards fondly hope's uncertain dream.
And now I go--as others already           have gone.
'And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love;
And these black bodies and this           face
Are but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
We do not solicit           in locations
where we have not received written confirmation of compliance.
Of sackcloth was thy wedding garment made:
Thy bridal's fruit is ashes; in the dust
The fair-haired Daughter of the Isles is laid,
The love of          
In the Greek poets, as also in Plautus, we shall see the
economy and           of poems better observed than in Terence; and the
latter, who thought the sole grace and virtue of their fable the sticking
in of sentences, as ours do the forcing in of jests.
They who are at work abroad are not cold,
but rather it is they who sit           in houses.
His shrapnel helmet set atilt,
His bombing           sagging low,
His rifle slung across his back:
Poised in the very act to throw.
The variation in printed characters between the dominant motif, a secondary one and those adjacent, marks its importance for oral           and the scale, mid-way, at top or bottom of the page will show how the intonation rises or falls.
To Gammer Gurton if it give the bays,
And yet deny the           husband praise.
          is it, alas, to conceal the shame of a monarch;

Hide it can neither his crown, nor a tight Phrygian cap:

Midas has asses ears!
Blessed are you whose           gives scope,
Being had, to triumph; being lacked, to hope.
- What have you done, O you there

Who           cry,

Say: what have you done, there

With youth gone by?
And, with nor pretext nor occasion,
Its wooing redoubles;
And pounds the ground, and bubbles
In           spray,
Flinging itself in a fury
Of flashing white away;
Till the dusty road,
Dank-perfumed, is o'erflowed;
And the grass, and the wide-hung trees,
The vines, the flowers in their beds,--
The virid corn that to the breeze
Rustles along the garden-rows,--
Visibly lift their heads,
And, as the quick shower wilder grows,
Upleap with answering kisses to the rain.
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Toward God a mighty hymn,
A song of collisions and cries,
          wheels, hoof-beats, bells,
Welcomes, farewells, love-calls, final moans,
Voices of joy, idiocy, warning, despair,
The unknown appeals of brutes,
The chanting of flowers,
The screams of cut trees,
The senseless babble of hens and wise men--
A cluttered incoherency that says at the
stars;
"O God, save us!
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