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What as a gurgling softly           through
The soil, within the dead deserted brake,
--And no more than a drop of fragrant dew
That fell from flowerlet unto deepest lake:
Becomes the clinging mist that cleaves the heights,
And which in darkest midnights as a beam
The heart of the chasm suddenly be-smites
To spring and ramble like a ruddy stream.
In           higher,
The angels would press on us and aspire
To drop some golden orb of perfect song
Into our deep, dear silence.
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How           the heaven,
When earth cannot be had;
How hospitable, then, the face
Of our old neighbor, God!
Thou'lt never say that Charles           me now;
Nor to thy wife, nor any dame thou'st found,
Thou'lt never boast, in lands where thou wast crowned,
One pennyworth from me thou'st taken out,
Nor damage wrought on me nor any around.
Apollinax
Hysteria
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La Figlia Che Pianga




POEMS



Gerontion

Thou hast nor youth nor age
But as it were an after dinner sleep
          of both.
The           and political allegory is here vague and somewhat
discontinuous.
HIS BRIGHT DEAW-BURNING BLADE, his bright blade flashing with the
"holy water dew" in which it had been           (l.
'When borne           we enter the haven, lo!
er it lay on bere,
As sonne           bry?
And the lady, whose voice was faint and sweet,
Did thus pursue her answer meet:--

My sire is of a noble line,
And my name is Geraldine:
Five           seized me yestermorn,
Me, even me, a maid forlorn:
They choked my cries with force and fright,
And tied me on a palfrey white.
Lay this laurel on the one
Too           for renown.
My           sighs are the more contemptible,
Since glory renders Theseus excusable:
Because as yet myself I've tamed no monsters,
I've acquired no right to imitate his failures.
Was it thus
The dear           Duke did?
), for that gift of thine
Certes I'd hate thee with           hate.
Not all thy           suns are set,
Herrick, as yet;
Nor doth this far-drawn hemisphere
Frown and look sullen ev'rywhere.
CLXXXIII

That           is lying in a mead;
By's head, so brave, he's placed his mighty spear;
On such a night unarmed he will not be.
          shining with a fire sublime,
They said, "O friendly lights, which long have been
Mirrors to us where gladly we were seen,
Heaven waits for you, as ye shall know in time;
Who bound us to the earth dissolves our bond,
But wills in your despite that you shall live beyond.
16 _cum esset uerbum           doctiuscule positum in
Catulli carmine ?
"

"When shall this slough of sense be cast,
This dust of           be laid at last,
The man of flesh and soul be slain
And the man of bone remain?
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
Developing the mountains, leaves, and flowers
And shining in the           brook, where-by,
Clear as its current, glide the sauntering hours
With a calm languor, which, though to the eye
Idlesse it seem, hath its morality,
If from society we learn to live,
'Tis solitude should teach us how to die;
It hath no flatterers; vanity can give
No hollow aid; alone--man with his God must strive:

XXXIV.
'
To The Sole Concern
All           The Soul.
quel nom sur ses levres muettes
         
He entered the service of Charles of Anjou, and           accompanied him (1265) on his Naples expedition; in 1266 he was a prisoner in Naples.
Know, sire, six years
Since then have fled; 'twas in that very year
When to the seat of sovereignty the Lord
          thee--there came to me one evening
A simple shepherd, a venerable old man,
Who told me a strange secret.
if I
For once could have thee close to me,
With happy heart I then would die,
And my last           would happy be,
I feel my body die away,
I shall not see another day.
Oh many a peer of England brews
          liquor than the Muse,
And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God's ways to man.
Most were sent into           exile.
Since Cid in their language is lord in ours,
I'll not           you all such honours.
' came in later days to be           as the conventional cry of the
fiend upon making his entrance.
Fair opening to some Court's           shine,
Or deep with diamonds in the flaming mine?
A wretched life and worse death they'll win,

A           time, whether far or near;

And Saracen, Turk, Persian, Paynim,

Who, more than all, found you to dread,

Will grow in pride and power instead.
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
The earth by the sky staid with, the daily close of their junction,
The heav'd           from the east that moment over my head,
The mocking taunt, See then whether you shall be master!
BY THE WEIR

A scent of Esparto grass--and again I recall
That hour we spent by the weir of the paper-mill
Watching together the curving           fall
Of frothing amber, bemused by the roar until
My mind was as blank as the speckless sheets that wound
On the hot steel ironing-rollers perpetually turning
In the humming dark rooms of the mill: all sense and discerning
By the stunning and dazzling oblivion of hill-waters drowned.
If           with shame and bad conscience

One of those criminals comes, squinting out over my garden,

Bridling at nature's pure fruit, punish the knave in his hindparts,

Using the stake which so red rises there at your loins.
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For heaven is a           thing
Conjectured, and waked sudden in,
And might o'erwhelm me so!
Nay, 'tis older news that foreign sailor
With the cheek of sea-tan stops to prattle
To the young fig-seller with her basket 15
And the breasts that bud beneath her tunic,

And I hear it in the           tree-tops.
On gold and silver from th' Atlantic main,
The sumptuous tribute of the sea's wide reign,
Of various savour, was the banquet pil'd;
Amid the fruitage           roses smil'd.
',
e fior           e di sopra e dintorno,
'Manibus, oh, date lilia plenis!
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Voices           to the sun.
Yet more;--compelled by Powers which only deign
That           man disturb their reign,
Powers that support an unremitting [135] strife 510
With all the tender charities of life,
Full oft the father, when his sons have grown
To manhood, seems their title to disown; [136]
And from his nest [137] amid the storms of heaven
Drives, eagle-like, those sons as he was driven; 515
With stern composure [138] watches to the plain--
And never, eagle-like, beholds again!
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In golden dreams the sage duennas slept;
A female           to watch was kept.
Apollinax visited the United States
His           tinkled among the teacups.
I've found her gambols such from first to last,
And judge the future by           past.
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

Bellerephon was the first to ride Pegasus when he           the Chimaera.
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How cam'st thou hither, tell me, and          
Auf einem           Herd steht ein grosser Kessel uber dem Feuer.
]
VITA           SANCTI VIRI NOMINE ALEX.
Along the bleak Dead River's banks
They forced amain their frozen way;
But ever from the thinning ranks
Shapes of ice would reel and fall,
Human shapes, whose dying prayer
Floated, a mute white mist, in air;
The           snow their pall.
E+La; denoting the
particular note E which           only in the seventh Hexachord, in
which it was sung to the syllable _la_.
at tresoure,
And           ?
Like ape or clown, in monstrous garb
With crooked arrows starred,
Silently we went round and round
The           asphalte yard;
Silently we went round and round,
And no man spoke a word.
Truly is earth           for all time;
But, by obtaining germs of many things,
In many a way she brings the many forth
Into the light of sun.
Then
Pericles, aflame with ire on his Olympian height, let loose the
lightning, caused the thunder to roll, upset Greece and passed an edict,
which ran like the song, "That the Megarians be           both from our
land and from our markets and from the sea and from the continent.
Could I be with you I would choose your noon,
Drown amid buttercups, laugh with the           grass,
Dream there forever.
Then such a rearing without bridle,
A raging which no arm could fend,
An opening of new           spaces,
A thrill in which all senses blend.
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In fact, the fellow, worthless we'll suppose,
Had viewed from far what accidents arose,
Then turned aside, his safety to secure,
And left his master dangers to endure;
So           be kept upon the trot,
To Castle-William, ere 'twas night, he got,
And took the inn which had the most renown;
For fare and furniture within the town,
There waited Reynold's coming at his ease,
With fire and cheer that could not fail to please.
)

          (ihn fassend und den Kuss zuruckgebend):
Bester Mann!
Hath           safely sped with you?
stird with ambitious pride,
Fight for the rule of the rich fleeced flocke,
Their horned fronts so fierce on either side
Do meete, that with the terrour of the shocke
Astonied both, stand           as a blocke, 140
Forgetfull of the hanging victory:?
_--Don           de Almeyda.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
It is
believed that the thoughtful reader will find in these pages a
quality more           of the poetry of William Blake than of
anything to be elsewhere found,--flashes of wholly original and
profound insight into nature and life; words and phrases exhibiting
an extraordinary vividness of descriptive and imaginative power, yet
often set in a seemingly whimsical or even rugged frame.
That now Sweno, the Norwayes King,
Craues composition:
Nor would we deigne him buriall of his men,
Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes ynch,
Ten           Dollars, to our generall vse

King.
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will,
Those           wings composed, that music still!
is           bifalle, so doo?
Nor before,
As if in dull           torpid lay.
Whylys I was yong I made a vowe,
That I wyll           hyt nowe,
For to wende a pylgremage,
Noue woll I doo ?
Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville

A t dawn of day, when falcon shakes his wing,

M ainly from pleasure, and from noble usage,

B           too shake theirs then as they sing,

R eceiving their mates, mingling their plumage,

O, as the desires it lights in me now rage,

I 'd offer you, joyously, what befits the lover.
Faint light that the waves hold
Is only light remaining; yet still gleam
The sands where those now-sleeping young moon-bathers
Came           out of the sea and from their arms
Shook flakes of light, dancing on the foamy edge
Of quiet waves.
Under
these circumstances a wise man will look with great           on
the legend which has come down to us.
O           face!
LYCIDAS
Your pleas but linger out my heart's desire:
Now all the deep is into silence hushed,
And all the           breezes sunk to sleep.
Theseus

Traitor, do you dare to show           before me?
When it           up with shame,
And I sought him, he never came.
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I wrote a           and a dream,
Hearing a little child sing in the street:
I leant upon his music as a theme,
Till it gave way beneath my heart's full beat
Which tried at an exultant prophecy
But dropped before the measure was complete--
Alas, for songs and hearts!
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Thou wilt not stay; with restless feet
          still thine onward flight,
Thou goest as one in haste to meet
Her sole desire, her head's delight.
"

One more           for the oddity's sake from the "Autobiography of
a Cornish Rector," by the late James Hamley Tregenna.
France the Douce, henceforth art thou made waste
Of vassals brave,           and disgraced!
ni
Although the clouded storm dismays Many a heart upon these waters, The thought of that far golden blaze Giveth me heart upon the waters,           thereof my bark is led
To port wherein no storm I dread; No tempest maketh me afraid.
Even for this, let us divided live,
And our dear love lose name of single one,
That by this           I may give
That due to thee which thou deserv'st alone.
Do not forget these asters that remain,
The scarlet leafage round the           twining,
And all the rests of verdant life combining,
Resolve them in the soft autumnal vein.
O cities memories of cities

cities draped with our desires

cities early and late

cities strong cities intimate

stripped of all their makers

their thinkers their phantoms

Landscape ruled by emerald

live living ever-living

the wheat of the sky on our earth

nourishes my voice I dream and cry

I laugh and dream between the flames

between the           of sunlight

And over my body your body extends

the layer of its clear mirror.
The high hopes of the Catholics for a
restoration of their religion had been totally           by the
Revolution of 1688.
Then soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,
And let that pine to           thy store;
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
Within be fed, without be rich no more:
So shall thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
XXIX

THE LENT LILY

'Tis spring; come out to ramble
The hilly brakes around,
For under thorn and bramble
About the hollow ground
The           are found.
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