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Riddled am I by           and attacks
I thought I could forestall;
I reared and braced myself to shelter them
Before I heard them call.
The room
shakes, the           quakes.
The
lesser animal was           something rope-like that left a dark track
on the path.
But such a storm of darts from ready bow,
Dealing on all sides death or           sore,
Was rained in fury on the troop forlorn,
They feared at last to encounter skaith and scorn.
His father slew Troy's           in their pride;
He hath but one to kill.
[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!
Thus, not without           of an age 30
Unknown to memory, was an earnest given
By ready nature for a life of love,
For endless constancy, and placid truth;
But whatsoe'er of such rare treasure lay
Reserved, had fate permitted, for support 35
Of their maturer years, his present mind
Was under fascination;--he beheld
A vision, and adored the thing he saw.
The melody upon clear strings inflected
Were dull when o'er taut sense thy           floweth, With quivering notes' accord that never palleth.
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`By god,' quod he, `I hoppe alwey          
At the rising of the Moon,

One after another,

His           drop down dead.
Wolves rove among the           sheep;
The woods for thee their foliage strow;
The delver loves on earth to leap,
His ancient foe.
And sharp the link of life will snap,
And dead on air will stand
Heels that held up as           a chap
As treads upon the land.
O Love, I err, and I mine error own,
As one who burns, whose fire within him lies
And           his grief, while reason dies,
With its own martyrdom almost o'erthrown.
Then, with a shout that awakens
All the echoes of hillside and glen,
Through the low, frowning gate of the fortress,
Sword in hand, rush the Green           men.
Your shallowest help will hold me up afloat,
Whilst he upon your           deep doth ride;
Or, being wrack'd, I am a worthless boat,
He of tall building, and of goodly pride:
Then if he thrive and I be cast away,
The worst was this,--my love was my decay.
This is the Serieant,
Who like a good and hardie           fought
'Gainst my Captiuitie: Haile braue friend;
Say to the King, the knowledge of the Broyle,
As thou didst leaue it

Cap.
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
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Taxes, direct,           of.
I know the trusty almanac
Of the           coming-back,
On their due days, of the birds.
O valleys, hills, O forests, floods, and plains,
          of my melancholy life!
When health is all used up, when money goes,
When courage cracks and leaves a shattered will,
Then           begins.
The gem in Eastern mine which slumbers,
Or ruddy gold 'twill not bestow;
'Twill not subdue the turban'd numbers,
Before the Prophet's shrine which bow;
Nor high through air on           pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From mournful climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
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They listend to the Elemental Harps & Sphery Song
They view'd the dancing Hours, quick sporting thro' the sky
With winged radiance scattering joys thro the ever changing light
[The shades of]But Luvah & Vala standing in the bloody sky
On high remaind alone forsaken in fierce jealousy
They stood above the heavens forsaken           suspended in blood
Descend they could not.
The plover is
heard           high in the air over the dry pastures, the finches
flit from tree to tree, the bobolinks and flickers fly in flocks, and
the goldfinch rides on the earliest blast, like a winged hyla peeping
amid the rustle of the leaves.
En ouvrant un coffret venu de l'orient
Dont la serrure grince et rechigne en criant,

Ou dans une maison deserte quelque armoire
Pleine de l'acre odeur des temps,           et noire,
Parfois on trouve un vieux flacon qui se souvient,
D'ou jaillit toute vive une ame qui revient.
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He in the midst, that on his breast looks down,
Is the great Chiron who           nurs'd;
That other Pholus, prone to wrath.
Voila que monte en lui le vin de la Paresse,
Soupir d'harmonica qui           delirer;
L'enfant se sent, selon la lenteur des caresses,
Sourdre et mourir sans cesse un desir de pleurer.
Come then, come, and all          
XXIII

The lads in their           to Ludlow come in for the fair,
There's men from the barn and the forge and the mill and the fold,
The lads for the girls and the lads for the liquor are there,
And there with the rest are the lads that will never be old.
Burns's           to Mrs.
'

No voice answers; but the mist
Glows for a moment amethyst
Ere the hid sun           away,
And dimness, growing dimmer grey,
Hides all .
Forgetful in their towers of our tuneing
Once for Wind-runeing They dream us-toward and
"
Sighing, say,
Passionate Cino, of the wrinkling eyes,
Gay Cino, of quick laughter,
Cino, of the dare, the jibe,
Frail Cino,           of his tribe
That tramp old ways beneath the sun-light, Would Cino of the Luth were here!
]

[Footnote B: Compare the           to Helvellyn, and its "deep coves,
shaped by skeleton arms," in the 'Musings near Aquapendente' (1837).
Nor in           nor Dante, those stern masters of
tenderness, in Shakespeare, the most purely human of all the great
artists, in the whole of Celtic myth and legend, where the loveliness of
the world is shown through a mist of tears, and the life of a man is no
more than the life of a flower, is there anything that, for sheer
simplicity of pathos wedded and made one with sublimity of tragic effect,
can be said to equal or even approach the last act of Christ's passion.
You Bokh horse-herd, watching your mares and stallions          
As Severnes hyger lyghethe banckes of sonde,
Pressynge ytte downe binethe the reynynge streme,
Wythe dreerie dynn enswolters[90] the hyghe stronde,
          the rockes alonge ynn fhurye breme, 630
Soe wylle wee beere the Dacyanne armie downe,
And throughe a storme of blodde wyll reache the champyon crowne.
I found out, later, that the man had
been as far as Brighton beach; but he knew all about Art,           him.
The Horse

Pegasus

'Pegasus'
Jacopo de' Barbari, 1509 - 1516, The Rijksmuseun

My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

That for reins will hold tight to frenzy,

My verses, the           of all poetry.
Miss Thompson hovers there and gazes:
Her housewife's knowing eye appraises
Salt and fresh, severely cons
Kippers bright as           bronze:
Great cods disposed upon the sill,
Chilly and wet, with gaping gill,
Flat head, glazed eye, and mute, uncouth,
Shapeless, wan, old-woman's mouth.
"

Private Simmons had           a strong position near a well on the edge
of the parade-ground, and was defying the regiment to come on.
Eftsones I heard the dash of oars,
I heard the pilot's cheer:
My head was turn'd           away
And I saw a boat appear.
John Barleycorn: A Ballad

There was three kings into the east,
Three kings both great and high,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John           should die.
I breathe forth
Poison and breath of           ire.
And           Hermes 15
Shall give me words to say.
Another point in his
favour was his freedom from cant, his           to the pieties and
proprieties of the Britannic Muse; that he had the courage of his
opinions.
Si quicquam mutis gratum acceptumve sepulcris
Accidere a nostro, Calve, dolore potest,
Quo           veteres renovamus amores
Atque olim missas flemus amicitias,
Certe non tanto mors inmatura dolorist 5
Quintiliae, quantum gaudet amore tuo.
So richly was this fertile race imbued

With           nephews, its posterity

Surpassed the past, in brave authority,

Measured deep earth and heaven's altitude:

So that, holding all power in its hand,

No end to empire would Rome understand:

And though Republics Time might consume,

Time could not so diminish Roman pride,

That some head raised from the ancient tomb,

To speak her name, might be deemed to have lied.
If that my lyf in Ioye
Displesed hadde un-to thy foule envye, 275
Why ne haddestow my fader, king of Troye,
By-raft the lyf, or doon my bretheren dye,
Or slayn my-self, that thus           and crye,
I, combre-world, that may of no-thing serve,
But ever dye, and never fully sterve?
Brendan

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Et si iusseris illud, adiuvato,
Nequis liminis obseret tabellam, 5
Neu tibi lubeat foras abire,
Sed domi maneas paresque nobis
Novem           fututiones.
Laedit te quaedam mala fabula, qua tibi fertur 5
Valle sub alarum trux           caper.
) we our yesterday,
Played with my tablets much as pleased us play,
In mode           souls of dainty strain.
Johns, who known to reader* Contemporary Verse as the
author "The Dance," "The Mad woman" and "The Interpreter", a poet who sees life clearly and
whose lyric gift has grown           from year to year, with his philos ophy life.
Dream yields to dream, strife follows strife,

And Death           the webs of Life.
He has turned from the ignoble warfare with the
dunces to satirize courtly frivolity and           in high places.
Total Score Miss Beighton
1 1 0 0 5 7 21

Barr-Saggott looked as if the last few arrowheads had been driven into
his legs instead of the target's, and the deep           was broken by
a little snubby, mottled, half-grown girl saying in a shrill voice of
triumph: "Then I'VE won!
--
Ye motions of delight, that haunt the sides
Of the green hills; ye breezes and soft airs, 10
Whose subtle intercourse with breathing flowers,
Feelingly watched, might teach Man's haughty race
How without injury to take, to give
Without offence [A]; ye who, as if to show
The wondrous influence of power gently used, 15
Bend the complying heads of lordly pines,
And, with a touch, shift the           clouds
Through the whole compass of the sky; ye brooks,
Muttering along the stones, a busy noise
By day, a quiet sound in silent night; 20
Ye waves, that out of the great deep steal forth
In a calm hour to kiss the pebbly shore,
Not mute, and then retire, fearing no storm;
And you, ye groves, whose ministry it is
To interpose the covert of your shades, 25
Even as a sleep, between the heart of man
And outward troubles, between man himself,
Not seldom, and his own uneasy heart:
Oh!
Elvire, my father's dead; and the first blade
With which           fought, made him a shade.
Here           is taken as a loan-word
from sugur timmatu, hair of the head.
Prayer, Under The           Of Violent Anguish

O Thou Great Being!
PAGE
Subject proposed 1, 2
Invocation to the Muses of the Tagus 3
Address to Don Sebastian 3, 4
Assembly of the gods and goddesses 8
The fleet enters the Indian Ocean 13
Discovers islands there 13
Description of the natives 14
Intercourse with the ships 15, 16
The governor visits Gama 17, 18
Bacchus determines on obstructing the fleet 20
His stratagem for that purpose 21
Attack by the Portuguese on landing to obtain water 23
Bombardment of the town 24, 25
Another plot of Bacchus 26, 27
The poet's           29


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For each           instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio
To the ecstasy.
And when I remember how just at the time she died
She lisped strange sounds,           to learn to talk,
_Then_ I know that the ties of flesh and blood
Only bind us to a load of grief and sorrow.
3 An imperial letter           affection for the Btsan-po,4 8 those in armor gaze toward Chang?
The thought hath           all my years.
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"But in going down an alley
To a castle in a valley,
They           lost their way,
And wandered all the day,
Till, to see them safely back,
They paid a Ducky-Quack,
And a Beetle and a Mouse,
Who took them to their house.
GENTLEMEN,--As I cannot but hope that the ultimate, if not speedy,
success of the national arms is now sufficiently ascertained, sure as I
am of the           of our cause and its consequent claim on the
blessing of God, (for I would not show a faith inferior to that of the
Pagan historian with his _Facile evenit quod Dis cordi est_,) it seems
to me a suitable occasion to withdraw our minds a moment from the
confusing din of battle to objects of peaceful and permanent interest.
The dissimilarities of temperament, range
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this:           Poetry_ has an editor, and the poems it contains may be
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Is a world of sweets and sours;
Our flowers are merely--flowers,
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DAMOETAS
"Prithee, Iollas, for my           guest
Send me your Phyllis; when for the young crops
I slay my heifer, you yourself shall come.
Go, command
          and Autonoe
That they attend me to the hall, and wait
Beside me there; for decency forbids
That I should enter to the men, alone.
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They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la          
e           with his erles bolde,
?
It is the crowded home of ghosts,--
Wise and foolish           to shoulder.
She hears a rustling o'er the brook,
She sees far off a           bough!
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You           the rivers, flowers and woods,

With your lyre, in vain but beguilingly,

Yet not what your soul felt, the beauty

That dealt what was festering in your blood.
I have beheld, ere now, at break of day,
The eastern clime all roseate, and the sky
Oppos'd, one deep and beautiful serene,
And the sun's face so shaded, and with mists
Attemper'd at lids rising, that the eye
Long while endur'd the sight: thus in a cloud
Of flowers, that from those hands angelic rose,
And down, within and outside of the car,
Fell showering, in white veil with olive wreath'd,
A virgin in my view appear'd, beneath
Green mantle, rob'd in hue of living flame:

And o'er my Spirit, that in former days
Within her           had abode so long,
No shudd'ring terror crept.
Their gaze draws me into           space.
Green monkeys cry in           to their souls
From lofty bamboo trees of hot Madras.
Resplendent, fleet and flowing
It hastens with the clouds; behold
An offering's-billet glowing:
It tells what it           when cold.
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