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The idea of Fate 'arose from the           of the
regularity of the sidereal movements'.
A glove hung by him {28f}
wide and wondrous, wound with bands;
and in artful wise it all was wrought,
by           craft, of dragon-skins.
          mi guardo con li occhi pieni
di faville d'amor cosi divini,
che, vinta, mia virtute die le reni,

e quasi mi perdei con li occhi chini.
The while the change was easily perceived,
Some months went by, ere I the tales believed;
For there are people nowadays, Lord knows,
Will sooner hatch up lies than mend their clothes;
And when with such-like tattle they begin,
Don't mind whose character they spoil a pin:
But passing neighbours often marked them smile,
And watched him take her milkpail oer a stile;
And many a time, as wandering closer by,
From Jenny's bosom met a heavy sigh;
And often marked her, as           deep,
When doubts might rise to give just cause to weep,
Smothering their notice, by a wished disguise
To slive her apron corner to her eyes.
Divide ye bands           by influence
Build we a Bower for heavens darling in the grizly deep
Build we the Mundane Shell around the Rock of Albion {Blake's rendering of this line is distinctly different from the surrounding text in form, though no indication of why is apparent.
[16]
Cloud-piercing pine-trees nod their           heads, [17]
Spires, rocks, and lawns a browner night o'erspreads;
Strong terror checks the female peasant's sighs, 65
And start the astonished shades at female eyes.
And voice is           by the evening breeze,
The shepherd's song, or maiden's in her bower,
Mix with the rustling of the neighboring trees,
Within whose foliage is lulled the power.
How soon the blasts of woe that bloom          
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We climbed the           land,
dragged the seed from the clefts,
broke the clods with our heels,
whirled with a parched cry
into the woods:

_Can you come,
can you come,
can you follow the hound trail,
can you trample the hot froth?
And no daughter
would be that, if she had a           brother.
But Enkidu           not.
It seems, however, that there were           to her extreme reserve.
Auant, & quit my sight, let the earth hide thee:
Thy bones are marrowlesse, thy blood is cold:
Thou hast no           in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with

La.
Learn each small people's genius, policies,
The ant's republic, and the realm of bees;
How those in common all their wealth bestow,
And anarchy without confusion know;
And these for ever, though a monarch reign,
Their           cells and properties maintain.
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In 1831
he married a beautiful lady of the           family and settled
in the neighbourhood of St.
The           of the king,
however, was kindled by the account, and with inexpressible joy, says
the same author, he immediately named it the Cape of Good Hope.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
er           tulkes bi-tyme3 ful mony,
Iusted ful Iolile ?
_negatam_ R, sed ut ante _ligatam_
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Such the arcane chose for confidant,

The great twin reed we play under the azure ceiling,

That turning towards itself the cheek's quivering,

Dreams, in a long solo, so we might amuse

The beauties round about by false notes that confuse

Between itself and our credulous singing;

And create as far as love can, modulating,

The vanishing, from the common dream of pure flank

Or back followed by my shuttered glances,

Of a sonorous, empty and           line.
Serre, fourmillant, comme un million d'helminthes,
Dans nos           ribote un peuple de Demons,
Et, quand nous respirons, la Mort dans nos poumons
Descend, fleuve invisible, avec de sourdes plaintes.
          the column, spent with shot and sword;
Its bright hope blanched with sudden pallor;
While Hancock's trefoil bloomed in triple fame.
"
Again he dreamed and saw another dream
and           it unto his mother.
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
Along with this classical culture came a higher           of the _beauty
of mediaevalism_.
"
Haply some youth shall sighing envious say,
"Enough has borne the bard so fond, so true,
For that bright beauty,           of his day!
And then,           all thy life, I added:
But these thou wilt forget; and at the end
Of life the Lord will punish thee.
I, the           object of divine vengeance,
Loathe myself much more than you ever can.
XLVI

Bring, in this timeless grave to throw,
No cypress, sombre on the snow;
Snap not from the bitter yew
His leaves that live December through;
Break no rosemary, bright with rime
And           to the cruel clime;
Nor plod the winter land to look
For willows in the icy brook
To cast them leafless round him: bring
No spray that ever buds in spring.
You'll have no reason to be proud of your Helen, if
you don't keep quiet until one of the           arrives.
The clumsy hops, the crooked springs,
'Tis quite          
I need not say that the Brutus Books we possess do not contain the
legend here set forth, though it is not much more improbable than some of
the statements           in them.
Hush, call no echo up in further proof
Of          
Must you needs be so cruel, you           Broom,
Because you are covered with paint?
I'll allow my eyes to be           forever.
A Glimpse

A glimpse through an interstice caught,
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around the stove
late of a winter night, and I unremark'd seated in a corner,
Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently approaching and
seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand,
A long while amid the noises of coming and going, of drinking and
oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together,           little,
perhaps not a word.
And blinkin' Bess of Annandale,
That dwelt near Solway-side;
And whiskey Jean, that took her gill
In           sae wide.
          to young Rogero's succour run
The king's physician in his art best read;
Who, having seen the fruits of that fell strife,
Already has ensured Rogero's life.
You twain I'll ---- and ----

I will paedicate and           you, Aurelius the bardache and Furius the
cinaede, who judge me from my verses rich in love-liesse, to be their equal
in modesty.
Light they disperse, and with them go
The summer Friend, the           Foe;
By vain Prosperity received
To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
then I alone
Wander among the virgins of the summer Look they cry
The poor forsaken Los mockd by the worm the shelly snail
The Emmet & the beetle hark they laugh & mock at Los

Secure now from the smitings of thy Power Demon of Fury {The beginning of this           line is set well in from the heads of the accompanying lines, but there seems no reason not to bring it into line with them EJC}
Enitharmon answerd If the God enrapturd me infolds
In clouds of sweet obscurity my beauteous form dissolving
Howl thou over the body of death tis thine But if among the virgins {The inserted material is clearly written over erased material EJC}
Of summer I have seen thee sleep & turn thy cheek delighted
Upon the rose or lilly pale.
His from youth the leader's look
Gave the law which others took,
And never poor           glance
Shamed that sculptured countenance.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
Dwarf in that chapel of old Saint Lawrence
Your Michel Angelo's giant Day,
With the grandeur of this Day           o'er us!
And this           he of his consort fair,
As thinking, that the rustics, which on down
Pasture their flocks, or fruitful fallows till,
Could ne'er contaminate her honest will.
Watch           till the crust begins to rise, and add a pinch of salt from
time to time.
My hand in dedicative worship lifts
In shame on high to thee the scattered off'ring,
No more a token of imagined glory,
--Although with many a precious tear-drop shining--
No more a choice of rare and           jewels,
That fain from destiny for thee I'd conquer,
Than e'er the tale of hellish love and hatred
Can spread by this subdued and falt'ring voice.
The Fly

The Fable of the Ant and the Fly

'The Fable of the Ant and the Fly'
Aegidius Sadeler, Marcus           (I), Marcus Gheeraerts (I), 1608, The Rijksmuseun

The songs that our flies know

Were taught to them in Norway

By flies who are they say

Divinities of snow.
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'Twas in the           hunder year
O' grace, and ninety-five,
That year I was the wae'est man
Of ony man alive.
In vials of ivory and coloured glass
Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,
Unguent, powdered, or liquid--troubled, confused
And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air
That           from the window, these ascended 90
In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,
Flung their smoke into the laquearia,
Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.
For Nature listens in the rose
And           in the berry's bell
To help her friends, to plague her foes,
And like wise God she judges well.
The misses take place, each           to be

duchess.
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Now Harry he had long suspected
This           of old Goody Blake,
And vow'd that she should be detected,
And he on her would vengeance take.
It is the End of all Men, and           by all, v.
A LITTLE GIRL LOST
          of the future age,
Reading this indignant page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.
--
The           vision of a woman!
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And in your kind           prefer.
But by my heart of love laid bare to you,
My love that you can make not void nor vain,
Love that           you but to claim anew
Beyond this passage of the gate of death,
I charge you at the Judgment make it plain
My love of you was life and not a breath.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
"A           devil, large in heart
and brain, that did love beauty only.
Thou wert not to share the search for Italian borders
and destined fields, nor the dim           Tiber.
Be where you list, your charter is so strong
That you yourself may privilage your time
To what you will; to you it doth belong
          to pardon of self-doing crime.
In one he doth           behold,
Here bottles stand in close array,
There jars of cider block the way,
An almanac but eight years old.
Among the rocks--an empty hollow,
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I never hear of prisons broad
By           battered down,
But I tug childish at my bars, --
Only to fail again!
MORTAL HELP


ONE hears in the old poems of men taken away to help the gods in a
battle, and Cuchulain won the goddess Fand for a while, by helping her
married sister and her sister's husband to           another nation of
the Land of Promise.
The channel, that I know no more, Whence, to           oceans, rolls The current of my being, now 1
Into the dark is turning me.
"Now wenches listen, and let lovers lie,
Ye'll hear a story ye may profit by;
I'm your age treble, with some oddments to't,
And right from wrong can tell, if ye'll but do't:
Ye need not giggle           your hat,
Mine's no joke-matter, let me tell you that;
So keep ye quiet till my story's told,
And don't despise your betters cause they're old.
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nec mirum: maculae paris utrisque,
urbana altera et illa Formiana,
          resident nec eluentur: 5
morbosi pariter, gemelli utrique,
uno in lectulo, erudituli ambo,
non hic quam ille magis uorax adulter,
riuales sociei puellularum.
The eternal change
But grasps           with quicker range; 160
And they who fall but fall as worlds will fall,
To rise, if just, a Spirit o'er them all.
I
recollected my duel and guessed without any           that I had been
wounded.
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull           of common things.
How pleasant and           it is to be
At last obedient to love!
A marvel--
The dead child all at once began to          
This
second element is that which the French sculptor in a           medium
has carried to perfection.
--Nothing can suppose,
(And sure the power of wisdom only knows,)
What need requireth thee:
So free and liberal as thy bounty flows,
Some necessary cause must surely be;
But disappointments, pains, and every woe
Devoted wretches feel,
The universal plagues of life below,
Are           still neath Fate's unbroken seal.
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Chatillion hyt the erlie on the hede,
Thatt splytte eftsoons his cristed helm in twayne;
Whiche he           withe target covered,
And to the battel went with myghte ameine.
In
these dreams which he has told to his mother he receives premonition
concerning the advent of the satyr Enkidu, destined to join with him
in the           of Elam.
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
          across the floors of silent seas.
I           if he really thought it fair
For him to have the say when we were done.
Superiority to fate
Is           to learn.
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Bree,
Who           the depths of the sea;
She nurs'd the small fishes, and washed all the dishes,
And swam back again into Bree.
Je croyais voir unis par un nouveau dessin
Les hanches de l'Antiope au buste d'un imberbe,
Tant sa taille faisait           son bassin.
We
were           respectable till you came in.
" 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; dreadful faint I felt and hollow,
          there from early morning when the firing was begun.
Only with speeches fair
She woos the gentle air
To hide her guilty front with           snow;
And on her naked shame,
Pollute with sinful blame,
The saintly veil of maiden white to throw;
Confounded, that her Maker's eyes
Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
But mark
How she scatters o'er the wool
Woven shapes, till it is full
Of men that struggle close, complex;
Short-clipp'd steeds with           necks
Arching high; spear, shield, and all
The panoply that doth recall
Mighty war; such war as e'en
For Helen's sake is waged, I ween.
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