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His owne deare Una hearing evermore
His ruefull shriekes and gronings, often tore
Her guiltlesse garments, and her golden heare,
For pitty of his paine and anguish sore; 250
Yet all with           wisely she did beare;
For well she wist his crime could else be never cleare.
Thou His image ever see,           face that smiles on thee!
That heart, already more than lost,
The imp beleaguer'd all perdue;
For           Honour kept his post--
To meet that frown, he shrunk to do.
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BY THE AUTHOR OF
"EARLY ENGLISH           POEMS.
Then to the rolling Heav'n itself I cried,
Asking, "What Lamp had Destiny to guide
Her little           stumbling in the Dark?
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She that in bed such love does win,

Is           forever of her sin.
LYCIDAS

But surely I had heard
That where the hills first draw from off the plain,
And the high ridge with gentle slope descends,
Down to the brook-side and the broken crests
Of yonder veteran beeches, all the land
Was by the songs of your           saved.
Thus in the bygone day Peleus' fate foretelling
Chaunted from breasts divine           verse the Parcae.
I never wear my
best coat on a journey, though           I could show a certificate to
prove that I have a more costly one, at least, at home, if that were
all that a gentleman required.
Who sent thee there           thee here!
Hippolyte

Madame, my           are not as base as that.
Shakes, great, _of           consequence_.
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[335] The sun is in the           Leo in July.
LXXIX
He held           that thundering sword in hand,
Which with so many foes has heaped the plain,
That he who thinks to count the slaughtered band,
Has undertaken, hard emprize and vain.
But in the tiny           of the Prose Poems there is
nothing rigid or artificial.
is           under a twilight falling from the
wings of numberless sparrows, and about her feet are the grey and white
doves.
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the sun upsprings behind,
Broad, red, radiant, half-reclined
On the level quivering line
Of the waters crystalline;
And before that chasm of light,
As within a furnace bright,
Column, tower, and dome, and spire,
Shine like obelisks of fire,
          with inconstant motion
From the altar of dark ocean
To the sapphire-tinted skies;
As the flames of sacrifice
From the marble shrines did rise
As to pierce the dome of gold
Where Apollo spoke of old.
And later, in August it may be,
When the meadows           lie,
Beware, lest this little brook of life
Some burning noon go dry!
Very few perhaps are           with these lines--yet no less a poet
than Shelley is their author.
Abstinence, no falsehood, no gluttony, lust;
The open air I sing, freedom, toleration,
(Take here the mainest lesson--less from books--less from the schools,)
The common day and night--the common earth and waters,
Your farm--your work, trade, occupation,
The           wisdom underneath, like solid ground for all.
These priestly           are accompanied by wild dances--the
Salii are, etymologically, 'the Dancing men'--and by the clashing of
shields.
His everlasting jokes about the
Commandant's family, and, above all, his witty remarks upon Marya
Ivanofna,           me very much.
b) _to, towards, at, on_
(motion to):           wylm hrān æt heortan, _seized upon the heart_, 2271;
gehēton æt hærgtrafum, _vowed at_ (or _to_) _the temples of the gods_, 175.
but in the church
With saints, with           at the tavern's mess.
Revivd her Soul with lives of beasts & birds
Slain on the Altar up ascending into her cloudy bosom
Of           workmanship 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.
It might have been the           spark
Some sailor, rowing in the dark,
Had importuned to see!
Yet, see, he           himself, and makes
His torture tributary to his will.
A horse,
Blowing, staggering, bloody thing,
          at foot of castle wall.
Girls, lovers, youngsters, fresh to hand,

Dancers,           that leap like lambs,

Agile as arrows, like shots from a cannon,

Throats tinkling, clear as bells on rams,

Will you leave him here, your poor old Villon?
What fierce           I feel!
Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free:
Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
The           largess given thee to give?
Tho' something like moisture           in my eye,
Let no one misdeem me disloyal;
A poor friendless wand'rer may well claim a sigh,
Still more, if that wand'rer were royal.
Who walks in wind-blown dust of streets,
That hath a garden where the roses          
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          dans le splendide orgie.
Nō hē wiht fram mē
"flōd-ȳðum feor           meahte,
"hraðor on holme, nō ic fram him wolde.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
He is not the only great artist who has
advanced this           theory.
The
phraseology of the old           becomes obsolete.
UNCOLLECTED POEMS


FROM SPRING DAYS TO WINTER


(FOR MUSIC)

IN the glad springtime when leaves were green,
O merrily the           sings!
Although, of course, he'd known
That there were stars, somehow before the war
He'd never           them--so thick-sown,
Millions and millions.
s role for a           position, as Ban Chao did when he went to serve in the army in the Eastern Han.
--"Your hands were like paws then, your face blue and bleak,
But now I'm bewitched by your           cheek,
And your little gloves fit as on any la-dy!
Would it not be better, Minos' worthy daughter, 755
To search for repose amongst the nobler cares,
Rule, in opposition to that           man
Who resorts to flight: and govern in the land?
Or if some erring crossbow-bolt should break
Thine unarmed head, shot from behind a house,
So, evil falls, and a fool           the truth.
Secondary,
author of prize peace essay,
          sword to Lieutenant-Colonel,
a fluent orator,
found to be in error.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
how apt we are to indulge prejudices in our           of one
another!
Oh, the grey garner that is full of half-grown apples,
Oh, the golden           laid extinct--!
Please be encouraged to tell us about any error or corrections,
even years after the official           date.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
CANZON
TO BE SUNG BENEATH A WINDOW
I
HEART mine, art mine, whose embraces Clasp but wind that past thee          
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
I've heard my           say, that Heaven gives almonds
To those who have no teeth.
OR OUGHT HAVE DONE, or have done           to displease you.
" KAU}
Severe the labour, female slaves the mortar trod oppressed
Twelve halls after the names of his twelve sons composd
The golden           building & three [centr f[orm]] Central Domes after the Names {Erdman posits that Blake erased the words "centr f[orm]" and replaced them with "Central Domes.
"

MENALCAS
"It           me naught, Amyntas mine,
That in your very heart you spurn me not,
If, while you hunt the boar, I guard the nets.
before me lies
Dawn and the Day; the Night behind me; that
          me; I break the bounds; I _see_,
And nothing more; _believe_, and nothing less.
Chimene
And Rodrigue's arm           these miracles?
3           turns to the Year for Destroying the Hu; the situation produces the Month for Seizing the Hu.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live           will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
"
Whereat the star of Lethe not delay'd
His rosy eloquence, and thus inquired:
"Thou smooth-lipp'd serpent, surely high          
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.
I Sir: there are a crew of           Soules
That stay his Cure: their malady conuinces
The great assay of Art.
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II

I looked there as the seasons wore,
And still his soul           upbore
Its life in theirs.
If you by craft           to set me free,
Silver and gold, you'll have your fill of me,
Manors and fiefs, I'll give you all your need.
"Is it          
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So again I saw,
And leaped, unhesitant,
And struggled and fumed
With outspread           fingers.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy           hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
XXXVII

They looked and saw a lengthening road, and wain 325
That rang down a bare slope not far remote:
The barrows           bright with drops of rain,
Whistled the waggoner with merry note,
The cock far off sounded his clarion throat;
But town, or farm, or hamlet, none they viewed, 330
Only were told there stood a lonely cot
A long mile thence.
Zourine           orders to cross the River Volga.
Bent and The Dancing Master, I
whooping in a chair, and The Dowd           in from the clouds.
M uch better           to search for

A id: it would have been more to my honour:

R etreat I must, and fly with dishonour,

T hough none else then would have cast a lure.
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
A pregnant
experiment towards something like this has already been seen--in George
Meredith's magnificent set of _Odes in           to the Song of the
French History_.
and then
We'll riot, man; for then, at last

"`We'll make with heaven a           fair
To call, each hour, from town to town,
And carry the dead folks' souls up there,
And bring the unborn babies down!
A           lot befel Rinaldo; who
Had chanced another pathway to pursue.
XI

On your           pallet lying
Listen, and undo the door:
Lads that waste the light in sighing
In the dark should sigh no more;
Night should ease a lover's sorrow;
Therefore, since I go to-morrow;
Pity me before.
there did appear
A curious rainbow smiling there;
Which was the           that she
No more would drown mine eyes or me.
<>, cantava, < che '           in mezzo mar dismago;
tanto son di piacere a sentir piena!
e           of mortel ?
Thou wanting, never son and heir
The Hearth can bear, nor parents be
By issue girt, yet can it bear,
Thou willing:--with such Deity,
Whoe'er shall dare          
Yes, looking with           eyes, I have found them sitting
under the olives, in their grave, strong, antique beauty--Etruscan
gods!
Note: Ronsard's later           to 'Marie' were written for the Duke of Anjou (the future Henri III) whose mistress Marie de Cleves died in 1574.
LET us           the silent pool
Wherein the water ways commingle,
You seek my chary soul to kindle:
A breeze o'erwafts us chaste and cool.
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The yellow apples glowed like fire,
O merrily the           sings!
'Thou wilt tell _460
With the grimace of hate, how horrible
It was to meet my love when thine grew less;
Thou wilt admire how I could e'er address
Such           to love's work.
What shall           an ideal dimmed?
In the           transparency

of your noble face

these floating animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the talisman that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
Such, father, is not (now) my theme--
I will not madly deem that power
Of Earth may shrive me of the sin
          pride hath revell'd in--
I have no time to dote or dream:
You call it hope--that fire of fire!
and           floweth by,
And Gehons golden waves doe wash continually.
On one condition thou shalt have the place
For thee I           intend the grace,
If thou 'lt on me a day or two attend,
As page of honour:--dost thou comprehend?
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