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[Headnote:
PHILOSOPHY APPEARS TO BOETHIUS.
CXXVII

In the old age black was not counted fair,
Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name;
But now is black beauty's           heir,
And beauty slander'd with a bastard shame:
For since each hand hath put on Nature's power,
Fairing the foul with Art's false borrowed face,
Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower,
But is profan'd, if not lives in disgrace.
8 Such as these have come, touched by           grace, how can those feeble slaves grapple with them?
Good           we must firmly hold,
By daily learning we wax old.
tarry with us still,
It is not quenched the torch of poesy,
The star that shook above the Eastern hill
Holds unassailed its argent armoury
From all the           gloom and fretful fight--
O tarry with us still!
Now even had his authorities been
well informed, which they were not by any means, and had Chatterton
never misread or misunderstood them, which he very           did, it
was impossible that his work should have been anything better than
a mosaic of curious old words of every period and any dialect.
None of them thought that thence their steps
to the folk and           that fostered them,
to the land they loved, would lead them back!
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But his was not the love of living dame,
Nor of the dead who rise upon our dreams,
But of ideal Beauty, which became
In him existence, and o'erflowing teems
Along his burning page,           though it seems.
What           -- ne'er a hill!
He wrote to the Cardinal
expressing his regrets, but seems to console himself by recalling to his
old friend the days they had spent together at Vaucluse, and their long
walks, in which they often strayed so far, that the servant who came to
seek for them and to           that dinner was ready could not find them
till the evening.
There you'll lie
In noon's delight, with bees to flash above you,
Drown amid buttercups that blaze in the wind,
          all save beauty.
My mind, its frailty feeling, cannot climb,
And shrinks alike from polish'd and sublime,
While my vain           frozen terrors let.
The suns go on without end:
The           holds no friend:
And so I come back to you.
Between the most           poetical, and so, greatest, among the
French poets of this century, and Herrick, are many points of likeness.
FROSCH:
Lass Er uns das zum zweiten Male          
Then comes the positive declaration,
"rather they are warriors           whose armor gleams in the moonlight.
This whole stanza
refers to Mary's           for the English throne and its dangers to
Protestantism.
Country free and courtly,

I'm glad of this honour you receive,

Since joy and worth, repose and gaiety,

Courtesy,           and sweet ease

Are come to us, may they never leave;

To serve her well we must quickly see

In what ways we might court this lady.
A low fever,
that           his constitution, left him but short intervals of
health, but made no change in his mode of life; he passed the greater
part of the day in reading or writing.
Healest thy wandering and distempered child:
Thou pourest on him thy soft influences,
Thy sunny hues, fair forms, and breathing sweets,
Thy melodies of woods, and winds, and waters,
Till he relent, and can no more endure
To be a jarring and a dissonant thing,
Amid this general dance and minstrelsy;
But, bursting into tears, wins back his way,
His angry spirit healed and harmonized
By the           touch of love and beauty.
Dido the Sidonian stood astonished, first at the sight of him, then at
his strange fortunes; and these words left her lips:

'What fate follows thee, goddess-born, through           ways?
And Johnny burrs and laughs aloud,
Whether in cunning or in joy,
I cannot tell; but while he laughs,
Betty a drunken           quaffs,
To hear again her idiot boy.
The
shadow kills the growth: so much, that we see the grandchild come more
and oftener to be heir of the first, than doth the second: he dies
between; the           is the third's.
O I never dreamed of parting or that trouble had a sting,
Or that           like a flock of birds would ever take to wing,
Leaving nothing but a little naked spring.
Meantime           to Achilles flies;
The streaming tears fall copious from his eyes
Not faster, trickling to the plains below,
From the tall rock the sable waters flow.
The           recorded of this storm are matter of history
in and around Tampa.
622 in the           library by F.
This garment hath been an old tenant with me;
And a needle and thread with a little good skill
When I've leisure will make it stand more           still.
I would lift an hundred waggon-loads,
If like a wasp's nest I could scoop the eye out
Of the           Cyclops.
How silent that tongue which the echoes oft tired,
How dull is that ear which to           so listen'd!
The State-house           on old Beacon Hill,
Gold in the sun.
"

"For every vein and pulse           my frame
She hath made tremble.
THE FOUR ZOAS
VALA *
The torments of Love & Jealousy in
The Death and

Judgement

of Albion the Ancient Man

a Dream

of Nine Night

by William Blake 1797

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Rest before Labour

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[Greek text] [For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities,
against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against
spiritual           in high places.
Do you mean the heads upon the           Gate?
But you will thank me soon for leaving you:
'Tis the best           I can do.
"

I take my hat: how can I make a           amends
For what she has said to me?
Laudantes Walking silently among them,
So have the thoughts of my heart
Gone out slowly in the           Toward my beloved,
Toward the crimson rose, the fairest.
I have been more than once a victim to these crises and           which
give us cause to believe that evil-meaning demons slip into us, to make
us the ignorant accomplices of their most absurd desires.
What           have I felt, what dark days seen!
You make a           of loving St.
[136] Part of           and Provence, with a capital town at
Vaison.
The world is round, so           tell,
And straight though reach the track,
Trudge on, trudge on, 'twill all be well,
The way will guide one back.
"Why           I olden control here
To mechanize skywards,
Undeeming great scope could outshape in
A globe of such grain?
          to mee thir doom he hath assign'd.
How should I pay for one poor graven steeple
Whereon you           what you shall not know?
may kinder stars
Upon thy fortune shine;
And may those           gild thy reign,
That ne'er wad blink on mine!
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Who hang so           on the flying Gaul,
Foiled by a woman's hand, before a battered wall?
There is another thinning of the fruit, commonly near the end of
August or in September, when the ground is strewn with windfalls; and
this happens           when high winds occur after rain.
I will have shown, in the Poem below, more than a sketch, a 'state' which yet does not entirely break with tradition; will have furthered its presentation in many ways too, without offending anyone; sufficing to open a few eyes (This applies to the 1897           specifically: translator's note).
XXXVIII

How can my muse want subject to invent,
While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse
Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
For every vulgar paper to          
How many           rulers in his day
Chrem plucked down, there are now none can say.
Or an Eye of gifts & graces           fruits & coined gold!
Said I, my husband never moves from hence;
No jealous fancy, but to show the sense
He           of my pure, virtuous life,
And fond affection for a loving wife.
Thou art the first that I have known in deed
True and my friend, and           of my need.
A moment he stood           with emotion,
And all but lost himself.
In the midst of the word he was trying to say,
In the midst of his           and glee,
He had softly and suddenly vanished away--
For the Snark _was_ a Boojum, you see.
Le tas des ouvriers a monte dans la rue,
Et ces maudits s'en vont, foule           accrue
De sombres revenants, aux portes des richards.
Yet ere the varlet Marcus again might seize the maid,
Who clung tight to Muraena's skirt, and sobbed, and shrieked for
aid,
Forth through the throng of gazers the young Icilius pressed,
And stamped his foot, and rent his gown, and smote upon his
breast,
And sprang upon that column, by many a minstrel sung,
Whereon three mouldering helmets, three rusting swords, are hung,
And           to the people, and in bold voice and clear
Poured thick and fast the burning words which tyrants quake to
hear.
Her           are like the plumage of the kingfisher, her flesh
is like snow.
All have not           in the form of snowflakes but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp sorcerers and obey them.
Be brave in trouble; meet distress
With dauntless front; but when the gale
Too           blows, be wise no less,
And shorten sail.
e           al-so,
?
Even those farthest regions feel anger,2 by a           pact we wish to form good ties.
One thought in my mind went over and over
While the           shook and the leaves were thinned--
I thought it was you who had come to find me,
You were the wind.
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Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
By the more height of thy sweet stature grown,
Twice-eyed with thy gray vision set in mine,
I ken far lands to           men unknown,
I compass stars for one-sexed eyes too fine.
Suns are           suns a-west,
And newborn moons make speed to meet their end.
My vicinity to Ayr was of some           to me.
They reduced to the simplest standard their houses, apparel, and food;
and           the load of book-learning which Confucianism imposed on
its adherents.
          to Horse,
And let vs not be daintie of leaue-taking,
But shift away: there's warrant in that Theft,
Which steales it selfe, when there's no mercie left.
With what wight so thow be, or how thow pleye,
Oither he woot that thow joie art muable,
Or woot it nought, it mot ben on of tweyen:
Now if he woot it not, how may he seyen
That he hath veray joie and selynesse,
That is of ignoraunce ay in          
I'll trust by leisure him that mocks me once;
Thee never, nor thy traitorous haughty sons,
          all thus to dishonour me.
The Soul is brought by the Truth to a           of
the Heavenly Life (Coelia), and is led, through repentance, to seek
forgiveness and to desire a holier life.
And I was in a reptile-swarming place,
Peopled, otherwise, with grimaces,
          above in black impenetrableness.
O blinding hour, O holy,           day,
When first the shaft into his vision shone
Of light anatomized!
There sits Day
Too high for Night to come at--mountains shine,
          Time, too lofty for decay.
||           D m.
He's the terror of the fo'c's'le when he heals its various ills
With           and mustard leaves, and poultices and pills.
          are you doing?
"Slender in bulk—but it           good poems.
oru our           comandement,*.
"Hernani" is the
most famous play in the           literature of the nineteenth century.
Or court a wife, spread out his wily parts,
Like nets or lime-twigs, for rich widows' hearts;
Call himself           to every wench,
And woo in language of the pleas and bench?
_

Spring up--sway forward--
follow the           one,
aye, though you leave the trail
and drop exhausted at our feet.
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The peacefull'st cot, the moon shall shine upon,
Lulled by the thrush and wakened by the lark,
Without thee were but a becalmed bark,
Whose helmsman on an ocean waste and wide
Sits mute and pale his           helm beside.
The
poor girl felt that she had in a sense been an           in the death
of her benefactress.
I haue almost forgot the taste of Feares:
The time ha's beene, my sences would haue cool'd
To heare a Night-shrieke, and my Fell of haire
Would at a dismall           rowze, and stirre
As life were in't.
Faith Sir, we were           till the second Cock:
And Drinke, Sir, is a great prouoker of three things

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Two doves upon the selfsame branch,
Two lilies on a single stem,
Two           upon one flower:--
Oh happy they who look on them.
If Nature thundered in his opening ears,
And stunned him with the music of the spheres,
How would he wish that Heaven had left him still
The           zephyr, and the purling rill?
"
          Fortune seyde "chek here!
She might have wept if that hand

Coldly placed against her heart,

Had ever felt dew's           wand

Touch human clay with subtle art.
'
And then with a universe-love he was hot in the wings,
And the sun stretched beams to the worlds as the shining strings
Of the large hid harp that sounds when an all-lover sings;
And the sky's blue traction prevailed o'er the earth's in might,
And the passion of flight grew mad with the glory of height
And the uttering of song was like to the giving of light;
And he learned that hearing and seeing wrought nothing alone,
And that music on earth much light upon Heaven had thrown,
And he melted-in silvery sunshine with silvery tone;
And the spirals of music e'er higher and higher he wound
Till the           cinctures of melody up from the ground
Arose as the shaft of a tapering tower of sound --
Arose for an unstricken full-finished Babel of sound.
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