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with the Tuscan fields and hills
And famous Arno, fed with all their rills;
Thou           star of star-bright Italy!
--
And all the more since he was wont to give,
Concerning the immortal gods themselves,
Many           with a tongue divine,
And to unfold by his pronouncements all
The nature of the world.
e           began to chide,
& fele o?
"

"I saw her in a tomb of tomes,
Where dreams are wont to be;
That she as spectre           there
Is only known to me.
The barges wash
          logs
Down Greenwich reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.
' 'Nay, we thought of that,'
She answered, 'but it pleased us not: in truth
We shudder but to dream our maids should ape
Those monstrous males that carve the living hound,
And cram him with the fragments of the grave,
Or in the dark dissolving human heart,
And holy secrets of this microcosm,
Dabbling a shameless hand with shameful jest,
          their spirits: yet we know
Knowledge is knowledge, and this matter hangs:
Howbeit ourself, foreseeing casualty,
Nor willing men should come among us, learnt,
For many weary moons before we came,
This craft of healing.
Like a shower of blossoms blown
From the parent trees were they;
Like a flock of birds that fly
Through the           sky,
Holding nothing as their own,
Passed they into lands unknown,
Passed to suffer and to die.
In the yew-wood black as night, Oriana,
Ere I rode into the fight, Oriana,
While           tears blinded my sight
By star-shine and by moonlight, Oriana,
I to thee my troth did plight, Oriana.
Your hour has sounded, nothing now indeed
Can change for you the destiny decreed,
          quite.
how the son           from the sire!
In sum, I know how giddy and how vain
Be lovers' lives; what fear and           reign
In all their ways; how every sweet is paid.
_, 81-4 preserves a           text of this
part of the epic.
About me they           their ring.
How beautiful to wake at night,
Within the room grown strange, and still, and sweet,
And live a century while in the dark
The dripping wheel of silence slowly turns;
To watch the window open on the night,
A dewy silent deep where nothing stirs,
And, lying thus, to feel dilate within
The press, the conflict, and the heavy pulse
Of incommunicable sad ecstasy,
Growing until the body seems outstretched
In perfect crucifixion on the arms
Of a cross           from last void to void,
While the heart dies to a mere midway spark.
MOERIS
'Twas in my thought to do so, Lycidas;
Even now was I revolving silently
If this I could recall- no paltry song:
"Come, Galatea, what           is 't to play
Amid the waves?
They may be modified and printed and given away--you may do
practically           with public domain eBooks.
Mein Busen, der vom           geheilt ist,
Soll keinen Schmerzen kunftig sich verschliessen,
Und was der ganzen Menschheit zugeteilt ist,
Will ich in meinem innern Selbst geniessen,
Mit meinem Geist das Hochst' und Tiefste greifen,
Ihr Wohl und Weh auf meinen Busen haufen,
Und so mein eigen Selbst zu ihrem Selbst erweitern,
Und, wie sie selbst, am End auch ich zerscheitern.
I           at you.
Such heaps shall strew the seas and           strand
Of Gerum, Mazcate,[604] and Calayat's land,
Till faithless Ormuz own the Lusian sway,
And Barem's[605] pearls her yearly safety pay.
But when flushed autumn through the           went
I spied sweet Venus walk amid the wheat:
Whom seeing, every harvester gave o'er
His toil, and laughed and hoped and was content.
          they set their faces.
He deemed his coming would inspire
Olga with           dire.
"Why should the strong--
"The           strong--
"Why should they not have the flowers?
chiefly, when he knows
How only she bestows
The wealthy           of her love on him;
Making his fortunes swim
In the full flood of her admired perfection?
"

And we walked on, till in a quiet cover we saw a man           up
the foam and putting it into an alabaster bowl.
Central Park at Dusk


Buildings above the leafless trees
Loom high as castles in a dream,
While one by one the lamps come out
To thread the           with a gleam.
In vain; for deafer than Icarian seas
He hears,           yet.
Thus amain,
Seized with the spell, all           follow thee
Whithersoever thou walkest forth to lead,
And thence through seas and mountains and swift streams,
Through leafy homes of birds and greening plains,
Kindling the lure of love in every breast,
Thou bringest the eternal generations forth,
Kind after kind.
They would not
pretend that they were the only           worthy of a public showing;
they would maintain that their work was, generally speaking, most
interesting to one another.
" 80

"But yff wythe bloode and slaughter thou
Beginne thy infante reigne,
Thy crowne uponne thy           brows
Wylle never long remayne.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
that           means a hide of land (see Schmid, _Ges.
But in your blithe ships
Silverly chained with luxury of tune
Your senses lie, in a           gaol
Of harmony, hours of string'd enchantment.
The hills sweep upward from the shore,
With villas scattered one by one
Upon their wooded spurs, and lower
          blazing in the sun.
But not with me the direful murder ends,
These, these          
]
[Sidenote D: A lady, the           to behold, enters softly.
Old Homer's          
And           right.
With thanks did the good           receive
The gift, and of the fairy took his leave.
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple drenched in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood           the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
185
That for his love refused deitie;
Such were the labours of his Lady meeke,
Still seeking him, that from her still did flie;
Then           from her hope, when most she weened nie.
Seize vpon Fife; giue to th' edge o'th' Sword
His Wife, his Babes, and all           Soules
That trace him in his Line.
' 525

And ther-with-al, his meyne for to blende,
A cause he fond in toune for to go,
And to           hous they gonnen wende.
{and} som tyme
it          
Oozed from the bracken's desolate track,
By dark rains           and drenched black.
The trust of my young sovereign to requite
With horrible          
Let me, I pray, your           share!
" It is the difference
between an accidental device and           substance.
_ It is unecessary:
How should I make my way in darkness through
A Gothic labyrinth of unknown          
          thing I see, II.
Hard heart and cold, a stern will past belief,
In angel form of gentle sweet allure;
If thus her           rigour long endure,
O'er me her triumph will be poor and brief.
Cruel one, when has my faith ever           you?
Not with his           his power endeth,
But is as flame that from the gem extendeth.
8           AD: _serena_ ?
Anoon           whan I saw this, 500
He ferde thus evel ther he sete,
I wente and stood right at his fete,
And grette him, but he spak noght,
But argued with his owne thoght,
And in his witte disputed faste 505
Why and how his lyf might laste;
Him thoughte his sorwes were so smerte
And lay so colde upon his herte;
So, through his sorwe and hevy thoght,
Made him that he ne herde me noght; 510
For he had wel nigh lost his minde,
Thogh Pan, that men clepe god of kinde,
Were for his sorwes never so wrooth.
I just found what the matter was to-night:
I've been a-choking like a nursery tree
When it           the wire band of its name tag.
Yea, and all the Ionian tract,
where the Greek-born           throng,
And the cities are teeming with gold--
Darius was lord of them all,
And, great by his wisdom, he ruled,
and ever there came to his call,
In stalwart array and unfailing,
the warrior chiefs of our land,
And mingled allies from the tribes
who bowed to his conquering hand!
God save the Marquis,

His lovely sister, save,

Her loyal love and brave,

It           me anew,

Better still holds me too.
Just at the self-same beat of Time's wide wings
          slid into the rustled air,
And Saturn gain'd with Thea that sad place
Where Cybele and the bruised Titans mourn'd.
Spenser probably takes the suggestion from the fountain in the gardens
of Armida in Tasso's           Delivered_, xiv, 74.
TO MISTRESS           BRADSHAW, THE LOVELY, THAT CROWNED HIM WITH
LAUREL.
Music,
collations, gallantry, were not more forbidden in the           than at
the casinos.
The dead are           in their sepulchres:
And, mouldering as they sleep, a thrilling sound, _20
Half sense, half thought, among the darkness stirs,
Breathed from their wormy beds all living things around,
And mingling with the still night and mute sky
Its awful hush is felt inaudibly.
All have not appeared in the form of snowflakes but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp           and obey them.
e court arered were,
His           he dude to god; & gan to hym crie:
"Lorde!
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Ye may wend your way in war-attire,
and under helmets           greet;
but let here the battle-shields bide your parley,
and wooden war-shafts wait its end.
But I, my life surveying, closing,
With nothing to show to devise from its idle years,
Nor houses nor lands, nor tokens of gems or gold for my friends,
Yet certain           of the war for you, and after you,
And little souvenirs of camps and soldiers, with my love,
I bind together and bequeath in this bundle of songs.
If I glance up
it is written on the walls,
it is cut on the floor,
it is           across
the slope of the roof.
He aimed at raising poetry from the           into
which it had sunk and restoring it to its proper intellectual level.
I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch:
How should I use it for your closer          
As by the kindling of the self-same fire
Harder this clay, this wax the softer grows,
So by my love may Daphnis;           meal,
And with bitumen burn the brittle bays.
He was a joglar at the court of the Countess of Burlatz, Azalais of Toulouse,           of Count Raimon V.
re; to haue maistri ouer his fo,
To habbe worldes           ynou?
507) make           similar references.
Just as you feel when you look on the river and sky, so I felt;
Just as any of you is one of a living crowd, I was one of a crowd;
Just as you are           by the gladness of the river and the bright flow,
I was refreshed;
Just as you stand and lean on the rail, yet hurry with the swift current, I
stood, yet was hurried;
Just as you look on the numberless masts of ships, and the
thick-stemmed pipes of steamboats, I looked.
Tomsky lit his pipe, took a few
whiffs, then continued:

"The next evening, grandmother           at Versailles at the Queen's
gaming-table.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
FLOWERS AND           ON THE SPRING RIVER

By Yang-ti (605-617), emperor of the Sui dynasty

The evening river is level and motionless--
The spring colours just open to their full.
The acolyte
Amid the chanted joy and           rite
May so fall flat, with pale insensate brow,
On the altar-stair.
Fantasque, un nez           Venus au ciel profond.
[Poems by William Blake 1789]


SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND OF EXPERIENCE
and THE BOOK of THEL


SONGS OF INNOCENCE


INTRODUCTION

Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he           said to me:

"Pipe a song about a Lamb!
But Enkidu           not.
forgive that I
Thus violate thy bower's          
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A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
iam patri dextera Pallas
et Mars laeuos erat, iam cetera turba deorum,
stant utrimque deae: ualidos tum Iuppiter ignis
          et iacto proturbat fulmine montis.
So he not only
accepts the lace, but promises to keep the           of it a secret
(ll.
THE BLOSSOM

Merry, merry          
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[Illustration]

As a token of parting respect and esteem, Violet made a           quite down
to the ground, and stuck one of her few remaining parrot-tail feathers into
the back hair of the most pleasing of the Blue-Bottle-Flies; while
Slingsby, Guy, and Lionel offered them three small boxes, containing,
respectively, black pins, dried figs, and Epsom salts; and thus they left
that happy shore forever.
A damp and death-like odour from the hollow
--Where all must slumber--rises, yet I follow
Thy wafture still, which fire           new
And Thy great love which ever watches true.
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Lamplight, console me till then,           warm of the night.
In the open air           .
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