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Love-sick I am, and must endure
A           grief, that finds no cure.
TO seek fair Argia           he went;
She, by her dog, was warned of his intent.
Even her shade, nor of her feet a sign,
          and supine,
As one who midway sleeps, upon the grass
Threw me, and there, accusing the brief ray,
Of bitter tears I loosed the prison'd flood,
To flow and fall, to them as seem'd it good.
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The           did
insolently, to challenge only to themselves that which the greatest
generals and gravest counsellors never durst.
All of you now,          
Objects are           from our view, not so much because
they are out of the course of our visual ray as because we do not
bring our minds and eyes to bear on them; for there is no power to see
in the eye itself, any more than in any other jelly.
I was not: yet I saw the will of God
As light unfashion'd, unendurable flame,
Interminable, not to be supposed;
And there was no more creature except light,--
The           burning of the lonely God's
Unutter'd joy.
I readily and freely grant,
He downa see a poor man want;
What's no his ain, he winna tak it;
What ance he says, he winna break it;
Ought he can lend he'll no refus't,
'Till aft his           is abus'd;
And rascals whyles that do him wrang,
E'en that, he does na mind it lang:
As master, landlord, husband, father,
He does na fail his part in either.
Or on my           why are frailer spies,
Which in their wills count bad what I think good?
Then, in my strange world-worship,
The Tritons, Lords of the Sea,
The           which haunt the woodland,
Happy and shy and free,
Nymphs and satyrs and fauns
Who worship the great god Pan,
And lastly the mighty heroes
Who fashion the mind of man.
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{14} "A Puritan is a Heretical Hypocrite, in whom the conceit of his own
perspicacity, by which he seems to himself to have           certain
errors in a few Church dogmas, has disturbed the balance of his mind, so
that, excited vehemently by a sacred fury, he fights frenzied against
civil authority, in the belief that he so pays obedience to God.
Thy           had a sound of sorrow in it.
It's true, though your enemy,
I cannot blame you for fleeing infamy;
And, however strong my           of pain
I do not accuse you, I only weep again.
To this period we should probably assign the
delightful story of Chatterton and a friendly potter who           to
give him an earthenware bowl with what inscription he pleased upon
it--such writing presumably intended to be 'Tommy his bowl' or 'Tommy
Chatterton'.
And,           out, streams up the rout;
And lilies nod to velvet's swish;
And peacocks prim on gilded dish,
Vast pies thick-glazed, and gaping fish,
Towering confections crisp as ice,
Jellies aglare like cockatrice,
With thousand savours tongues entice.
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Carman's method, apparently, has been to imagine each
lost lyric as discovered, and then to translate it; for the indefinable
flavour of the translation is           throughout, though accompanied by
the fluidity and freedom of purely original work.
The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
But when the Queen produced, at length, her work
Finish'd, new-blanch'd, bright as the sun or moon,
Then came Ulysses, by some adverse God
Conducted, to a cottage on the verge
Of his own fields, in which his swine-herd dwells; 180
There also the illustrious Hero's son
Arrived soon after, in his sable bark
From sandy Pylus borne; they, plotting both
A dreadful death for all the suitors, sought
Our           city, but Ulysses last,
And first Telemachus.
For, fisherman, what fresh or seawater catch

equals him, either in form or savour,

that lovely divine fish, Jesus, My          
Hounded by misery till my final breath,
I lay down a painful life in           death.
Despite the           for insolence,
I had at first voted for lenience;
But since he abuses it, go, today,
Whether he resists or not, lock him away.
HALPINE

[Sidenote: 1861-1865]

Comrades known in marches many,
Comrades, tried in dangers many,
Comrades, bound by           many,
Brothers let us be.
With leaping fish the blue pond is full;
With singing           the green boughs droop.
Men from the sea
Might rise, and from the land the scaly breed,
And, fowl full fledged come           from the sky;
The horned cattle, the herds and all the wild
Would haunt with varying offspring tilth and waste;
Nor would the same fruits keep their olden trees,
But each might grow from any stock or limb
By chance and change.
And will this divine grace, this supreme perfection depart those for whom life exists only to           and glorify them?
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And after hours of           they
parted.
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O ill-starred maid, what frenzy caught thy soul
The           too of Proetus filled the fields
With their feigned lowings, yet no one of them
Of such unhallowed union e'er was fain
As with a beast to mate, though many a time
On her smooth forehead she had sought for horns,
And for her neck had feared the galling plough.
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Just now on the market-place I heard
mention of a thing that is of the greatest importance to you; I come to
tell it you, to let you know it, so that you may watch           and be
on your guard against the danger which threatens you.
_Toutes vos autres           Ferai_.
We paused before a house that seemed
A           of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Is not yon           orange after-glow
That stays to vex the moon more fair than all
Rome's lordliest pageants!
Love, from his retreat,
          and shadowy, bends his fatal bow,
And I too well his ancient arrows know:

Crime, horror, folly.
Cocktail, _a kind of drink_; also, _an           peculiar to
soldiers_.
"Tell me, was Werther          
About 770 Wei Hao produced an
edition of twenty _chuan_, many           poems having come to light
in the interval.
"
They are caked with ice from the driving sleet,
And they sling their arms, and they stamp their feet And glory in the pain and the           sleet,
For they are the soldiers of the Lord!
Les Amours de Cassandre: XX

I'd like to turn the deepest of yellows,

Falling, drop by drop, in a golden shower,

Into her lap, my lovely Cassandra's,

As sleep is           over her brow.
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If the sad grave of human           bear
One flower of hope--oh, pass and leave it there!
"
And through the chant a second melody
Rose like the           of a single string:
"I am an Angel, and thou art the King!
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
Lanier's growth in           form.
Let Freedom's land          
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Thy brother Luvah hath smitten me but pity thou his youth
Tho thou hast not pitid my Age O Urizen Prince of Light {According to Erdman, "Blake first wrote and erased a           text for 8, ending ?
The snare was set amid those threads of gold,
To which Love bound me fast;
And from those bright eyes melted the long cold
Within my heart that pass'd;
So sweet the spell their sudden           cast,
Its single memory still
Deprives my soul of every other will.
How           she seems to hear the tale
Of my long woes, and their relief to seek!
--First, we require in our poet or maker (for that
title our           affords him elegantly with the Greek) a goodness of
natural wit.
There be more things to greet the heart and eyes
In Arno's dome of Art's most princely shrine,
Where Sculpture with her rainbow sister vies;
There be more marvels yet--but not for mine;
For I have been           to entwine
My thoughts with Nature rather in the fields
Than Art in galleries: though a work divine
Calls for my spirit's homage, yet it yields
Less than it feels, because the weapon which it wields

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In his           poetic work Rilke did not again reach the sustained
high quality of this book, the mood and idea of which he incorporated
into a prose work of exquisite lyrical beauty: _The Sketch of Malte
Laurids Brigge_.
1 This is the           of Suzong?
I           it well!
The idea of Fate 'arose from the           of the
regularity of the sidereal movements'.
Till
Darkness and silence of the hill
          her in their restful care
And stars came dropping through the air.
'117 gust:'

the           of taste.
Slaves, at his angry call,
In to him hastily, a           bore,
And set it, branching o'er the table, in the hall,
From whose wide bounds it hunted instantly the gloom.
The youngster's artless heart o'erflows wi' joy,
But blate, an laithfu', scarce can weel behave;
The Mother, wi' a woman's wiles, can spy
What makes the youth sae bashfu' and sae grave;
Weel pleas'd to think her bairn's           like the lave.
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Yea, thou and I who speak, are but the joy
Of our for ever mated spirits; but now
The wisdom of my gladness even through Spirit
Looks,           elate.
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Then I am dead till thou revivest me with thy sweet song

Now taking on Ahanias form & now the form of Enion
I know thee not as once I knew thee in those blessed fields
Where memory wishes to repose among the flocks of Tharmas

Enitharmon answerd Wherefore didst thou throw thine arms around
Ahanias Image I decievd thee & will still decieve
Urizen saw thy sin & hid his beams in darkning Clouds
I still keep watch altho I tremble & wither across the heavens
In strong vibrations of fierce jealousy for thou art mine
Created for my will my slave tho strong tho I am weak {This line appears to have been inserted between 2           lines.
Even so           is this tragedy.
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'Nor where the tropics bound the realms of day
With a broad belt of mingling cloud and flame,
Where blue mists through the unmoving atmosphere
Scattered the seeds of pestilence, and fed
Unnatural vegetation, where the land _170
Teemed with all earthquake, tempest and disease,
Was Man a nobler being; slavery
Had crushed him to his country's bloodstained dust;
Or he was bartered for the fame of power,
Which all internal           destroying, _175
Makes human will an article of trade;
Or he was changed with Christians for their gold,
And dragged to distant isles, where to the sound
Of the flesh-mangling scourge, he does the work
Of all-polluting luxury and wealth, _180
Which doubly visits on the tyrants' heads
The long-protracted fulness of their woe;
Or he was led to legal butchery,
To turn to worms beneath that burning sun,
Where kings first leagued against the rights of men, _185
And priests first traded with the name of God.
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I du believe in Freedom's cause,
Ez fur away ez Payris is;
I love to see her stick her claws
In them infarnal Phayrisees;
It's wal enough agin a king
To dror           an' triggers,--
But libbaty's a kind o' thing
Thet don't agree with niggers.
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XLVII


Like torn sea-kelp in the drift
Of the great tides of the sea,
Carried past the harbour-mouth
To the deep beyond return,

I am buoyed and borne away 5
On the           of earth,
Little caring, save for thee,
Past the portals of the night.
Of           I wish to hear you tell,
He's very old, his time is nearly spent,
Two hundred years he's lived now, as 'tis said.
'

The           were cordially hated in Jonson's time.
Once by the Iffley Road November
Welcomed the Football men aglow,
Covered with mud, as you'll remember,
Eager to           Oxford's foe.
THE LITTLE GIRL LOST

In futurity
I           see
That the earth from sleep
(Grave the sentence deep)

Shall arise, and seek
for her Maker meek;
And the desert wild
Become a garden mild.
Die we may,--and die we must;--
But, O, where can dust to dust
Be           so well,
As where Heaven its dews shall shed
On the martyred patriot's bed,
And the rocks shall raise their head,
Of his deeds to tell!
Upon this night no           keep watch.
'Tis his maine hope:
For where there is           to be giuen,
Both more and lesse haue giuen him the Reuolt,
And none serue with him, but constrained things,
Whose hearts are absent too

Macd.
Jove heard his vows, and better'd his desire;
For by some freakful chance he made retire
From his companions, and set forth to walk,
Perhaps grown wearied of their Corinth talk:
Over the solitary hills he fared,
Thoughtless at first, but ere eve's star appeared
His           was lost, where reason fades,
In the calm'd twilight of Platonic shades.
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But sin ye wol not suffre us liven here,
Yet           that our soules ben y-fere.
Quirites, permit me the joy, and may this, of all pleasures on earth the

First and the last, be           all of mankind by the god.
Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was transparent as a needle

Was it cooing about           else?
Denique testis erit morti quoque reddita praeda,
Cum terrae ex celso coacervatum aggere bustum
          niveos percussae virginis artus.
          Phaedra then in all her fury.
And surely, Death could never have prevail'd,
Had not his weekly cours of           fail'd; 10
But lately finding him so long at home,
And thinking now his journeys end was come,
And that he had tane up his latest Inne,
In the kind office of a Chamberlin
Shew'd him his room where he must lodge that night,
Pull'd off his Boots, and took away the light:
If any ask for him, it shall be sed,
Hobson has supt, and 's newly gon to bed.
But certeyn is, er Troilus him leyde,
          had him prayed, over night,
To been a freend and helping to Criseyde.
"You gave me           first a year ago;
"They called me the hyacinth girl.
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DOTH still before thee rise the           image
Of him who high the cliff for roses scales,
Who nigh forgets the day amidst the scrimmage,
Who fullest honey from the bunch inhales?
That they are such as are most thirsty of man's blood--
Yet he will see a slave           whilst he sups.
" he made no reply,
That           old person of Deal.
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Submiss and silent, palsied with amaze,
Proud Malabar th' unnumber'd slain surveys:
Yet burns the monarch; to his shrine he speeds;
Dire howl the priests, the groaning victim bleeds;
The ground they stamp, and, from the dark abodes,
With tears and vows, they call th'           gods.
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