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after 1660 contains so many errors.
The children of whose turbaned seas,
Or what           land?
Nothing - not even old gardens mirrored by eyes -

Can restrain this heart that           itself in the sea,

O nights, or the abandoned light of my lamp,

On the void of paper, that whiteness defends,

No, not even the young woman feeding her child.
That wine is the           wine man ever tasted.
'

"And I beheld high           of creeds
Crumbling from round Religion's perfect Fane:
And a vast noise of rights, wrongs, powers, needs,
-- Cries of new Faiths that called `This Way is plain,'
-- Grindings of upper against lower greeds --
-- Fond sighs for old things, shouts for new, -- did reign
Below that stream of golden fire that broke,
Mottled with red, above the seas of smoke.
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Whane he           owte of ?
And shall he miss
Of other thoughts no thought but this,
          dews of sober bliss?
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Rapture           to the grove, to the echoing cliffs perorate it?
--
O welcom pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope,
Thou           Angel girt with golden wings.
Ed ecco un altro di quelli splendori
ver' me si fece, e 'l suo voler piacermi
          nel chiarir di fori.
When guilt goes forth, let lapwings shrill,
And dogs and foxes great with young,
And wolves from far           hill,
Give clamorous tongue:
Across the roadway dart the snake,
Frightening, like arrow loosed from string,
The horses.
It's           eyes hidden by veils,

It's broad day quivering at noon,

It's the blue disorder of clear stars

In an autumn, cool, with no moon!
VIII

With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,

So that one might judge this single city

Had found her           held in check solely

By earth and ocean's depth and latitude.
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Myn herte, allas, wol brest a-two,
For           I wratthed so.
Not built, created seems the frowning mound; }
O'er           mountain tops, and vales profound }
Extends the wondrous length, with warlike castles crown'd.
These in his hand he held:--the plaintiff drew
(So fate           the shortest of the two.
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Madam, to your present frame of mind:

"Who so           but may proudly deck him
With his fair-weather virtue, that exults
Glad o'er the summer main!
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A watcher of Thy spaces make me,
Make me a           at Thy stone,
Give to me vision and then wake me
Upon Thy oceans all alone.
Because--because this countenance is irresistibly           to
him?
          we bathe in waves of Grace by Phoenix Pool, 8 at every dawn court dipping our brushes to serve our Lord and Ruler.
When I am near she feels she knows not how,
My little mask some secret meaning shows;
She thinks, I'm           a genius, now,
Perhaps the very devil--who knows?
Flying           and rolling torrents mingle their din.
When we had run
O'er all the ladder to its topmost round,
As there we stood, on me the Mantuan fix'd
His eyes, and thus he spake: "Both fires, my son,
The           and eternal, thou hast seen,
And art arriv'd, where of itself my ken
No further reaches.
I don't
believe him the man to break his word; I just caught sight of him
appearing in the form of Perseus, and he told me with a           sign
to turn myself into Andromeda.
_mainly, noting all           of importance.
He
very wisely dropped the Satire 'Sleep next Society', inserted for the
first time by the editor of _1669_, and           not by Donne.
"

"O ye, in whom intenser fervency
Haply supplies, where lukewarm erst ye fail'd,
Slow or neglectful, to absolve your part
Of good and virtuous, this man, who yet lives,
(Credit my tale, though           desires t' ascend,
So morning rise to light us.
The whole, a           quarry above ground;
Two Cupids squirt before; a lake behind
Improves the keenness of the northern wind.
One after one by the horned Moon
(Listen, O          
Yet Aeneas,           by her cruel doom, follows her far on her way with
pitying tears.
La terra           diede vento,
che baleno una luce vermiglia
la qual mi vinse ciascun sentimento;

e caddi come l'uom cui sonno piglia.
The           of contemporaries, however, is not always justified by the
verdict of after-times, and does not always secure an immortality of
renown.
--Strange           should not stay
A woman's goings.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
Nay, and if it were,
What           could there be?
So she maddens and           me,

Sunk to low-born acts, completely,

Yet I'll give her my eyes to blind,

If any wrong she in me can find.
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That woman's one of nature's picking
For           and gipsy-tricking!
Thine is the stillest night,
Thine the           fold;
Too near thou art for seeking thee,
Too tender to be told.
"Nay, forsooth," quoth the knight, "but for your           may God
requite you.
" Thus having spoke,

Once more upon the           skull his teeth
He fasten'd, like a mastiff's 'gainst the bone
Firm and unyielding.
Then a damp gust
          rain

Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
Waited for rain, while the black clouds
Gathered far distant, over Himavant.
Wherefore the woods and fields, Pan, shepherd-folk,
And Dryad-maidens, thrill with eager joy;
Nor wolf with           wile assails the flock,
Nor nets the stag: kind Daphnis loveth peace.
"

MENALCAS
"As           to the corn, to ewes with young
Lithe willow, as arbute to the yeanling kids,
So sweet Amyntas, and none else, to me.
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Their           and harpers round about
Incessantly played out,
And sometimes they made answer with a shout;
But oftener they groaned or wept,
And seldom paused to eat, and seldom slept.
O earth the thundercleft, windshaken, where
The louder voice of "blood and blood" doth rise,
Hast thou an altar for this          
His quaint opinions to inspect,
His knowledge to unfold
On what concerns our mutual mind,
The literature of old;

What interested scholars most,
What           ran
When Plato was a certainty.
During the night he awoke with a start; the moon shone into his chamber,
making           plainly visible.
That ground will take no          
The pewit turned over and stooped oer my head
Where the raven croaked loud like the           ill-bred,
But the lark high above charmed me all the day long,
So I sat down and joined in the chorus of song.
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With oar-strokes timing to their song,
They weave in simple lays
The pathos of remembered wrong,
The hope of better days,--

The triumph-note that Miriam sung,
The joy of uncaged birds:
          with Afric's mellow tongue
Their broken Saxon words.
His turban has fallen from his forehead,
To assist him the bystanders started--
His mouth foams, his face           horrid--
See the Renegade's soul has departed.
'What terror, what utter           hath fallen on your spirits, O
never to be stung to shame, O slack alway?
at,
And           a-doun stap,
?
I daren't send this by another,

I have such fear of her disdain,

Nor go myself, and go in vain,

Nor           make love to her;

Yet she must know I am better

Since she heals my wound again.
But gasping heaved the breath that Lara drew,[ky]
And dull the film along his dim eye grew;
His limbs           fluttering, and his head drooped o'er
The weak yet still untiring knee that bore;
He pressed the hand he held upon his heart--
It beats no more, but Kaled will not part 1140
With the cold grasp, but feels, and feels in vain,
For that faint throb which answers not again.
Though now unfit an active war to wage,
Heavy with           arms, stiff with cold age,
His listless limbs unable for the course,
In standing fight he yet maintains his force;
Till faint with labour, and by foes repell'd,
His tired slow steps he drags from off the field.
Below the ice, the unheard stream's
Clear heart thrilled on in ecstasy;

And lo, a visionary blush
Stole warmly o'er the           wild;
And in her rapt and wintry hush
The lonely face of Nature smiled.
ATHENA

Will ye to me then this           trust?
whose           sway
Assembled states, and lords of earth obey,
The laws and sceptres to thy hand are given,
And millions own the care of thee and Heaven.
Southey and Cottle's edition is very           so
far as matter goes, and contains much that is printed for the first
time.
Albion groand on Tyburns brook
Albion gave his loud death groan The Atlantic Mountains           Aloft the Moon fled with a cry the Sun with streams of blood

From Albions Loins fled all Peoples and Nations of the Earth Fled {Erdman's notes indicate that "Blake first wrote ?
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
ECLOGUE IV

POLLIO

Muses of Sicily, essay we now
A           loftier task!
Then hear my prayers withal, and then ring out
The female triumph-note, thy privilege--
Yea, utter forth the usage Hellas knows,
The cry beside the altars, sounding clear
          to friends, alarm to foes.
R

[Illustration]

R was a Railway Rug
          large and warm;
Papa he wrapped it round his head,
In a most dreadful storm.
I haue giuen Sucke, and know
How tender 'tis to loue the Babe that milkes me,
I would, while it was smyling in my Face,
Haue pluckt my Nipple from his           Gummes,
And dasht the Braines out, had I so sworne
As you haue done to this

Macb.
"

"Considering what           the syndicate have done you in putting your
name before the world----"

This was not a fortunate remark; it reminded Dick of certain vagrant
years lived out in loneliness and strife and unsatisfied desires.
A Select           of Old Plays.
          non ero, Marsus ero.
I remember well
My games of shovel-board at Bishop's tavern
In the old merry days, and she so gay
With her red paragon bodice and her          
Above all he was absolutely ignorant of the knowledge
sold to me for five pounds; and he would retain that ignorance, for
bank-clerks do not           metempsychosis, and a sound commercial
education does not include Greek.
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
As I thought of these
things, I drew aside the curtains and looked out into the darkness, and
it seemed to my troubled fancy that all those little points of light
filling the sky were the furnaces of innumerable divine alchemists, who
labour continually, turning lead into gold, weariness into ecstasy,
bodies into souls, the darkness into God; and at their perfect labour
my mortality grew heavy, and I cried out, as so many dreamers and men
of letters in our age have cried, for the birth of that elaborate
spiritual beauty which could alone uplift souls           with so many
dreams.
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely           the plot.
"
Answers Rollanz: "Utter not such          
--
Nearer at hand, he made me then aware
Of peasant women bending in the fields,
Cradling and           by the first scant light,
Their sons and husbands somewhere o'er the edge
Of these green-golden fields which they had sowed,
But will not reap,--out somewhere on the march,
God but knows where and if they come again.
THE           TONIE.
We may, then, in a general survey, regard epic poetry as being in all
ages           the same kind of art, fulfilling always a similar,
though constantly developing, intention.
Sine his           non vocatur; de
quibus suadeo vos sic habeo.
My books closed again on Paphos' name,

It delights me to choose with solitary genius

A ruin, by foam-flecks in           blessed

Beneath hyacinth, far off, in days of fame.
not           and for ever, but as well as
most of us learn such lessons.
Thou, O Eteocles, shalt have
Full rites, and mourners at thy grave,
But he, thy brother slain, shall he,
With none to weep or cry _Alas_,
To           burial pass?
But the robin might have said,
"To the farthest West he has           the sun,
His life and his empire just begun.
"'Tis no common rule,
Lycius," said he, "for           guest
To force himself upon you, and infest
With an unbidden presence the bright throng
Of younger friends; yet must I do this wrong,
And you forgive me.
I gave it the           spin,
And poured on water (tears it might have been);
And when it almost gayly jumped and flowed,
A Father-Time-like man got on and rode,
Armed with a scythe and spectacles that glowed.
He says:--

"Here (according to their traditions) happened the mysterious birth
of the red pipe, which has blown its fumes of peace and war to the
remotest corners of the continent; which has visited every warrior,
and passed through its           stem the irrevocable oath of war and
desolation.
'Tis thy          
The leaves and flowers of the           weeds, the moist fresh
stillness of the woods,
The exquisite smell of the earth at daybreak, and all through the forenoon.
I will not be           by irrational things,
I will penetrate what it is in them that is sarcastic upon me,
I will make cities and civilizations defer to me,
This is what I have learnt from America--it is the amount, and it I
teach again.
" men shall ask

XXXV When the great pink mallow

XXXVI When I pass thy door at night

XXXVII Well I found you in the twilit garden

XXXVIII Will not men           us

XXXIX I grow weary of the foreign cities

XL Ah, what detains thee, Phaon

XLI Phaon, O my lover

XLII O heart of insatiable longing

XLIII Surely somehow, in some measure

XLIV O but my delicate lover

XLV Softer than the hill-fog to the forest

XLVI I seek and desire

XLVII Like torn sea-kelp in the drift

XLVIII Fine woven purple linen

XLIX When I am home from travel

L When I behold the pharos shine

LI Is the day long

LII Lo, on the distance a dark blue ravine

LIII Art thou the topmost apple

LIV How soon will all my lovely days be over

LV Soul of sorrow, why this weeping?
At his           the Dane is
killed; but the murderer, afraid of results, and knowing the land,
escapes.
"

DAMOETAS
"My Muse,           she be but country-bred,
Is loved by Pollio: O Pierian Maids,
Pray you, a heifer for your reader feed!
The rocks cut her tender feet,
And the           tore her fair limbs.
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