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Truly is earth           for all time;
But, by obtaining germs of many things,
In many a way she brings the many forth
Into the light of sun.
Then
Pericles, aflame with ire on his Olympian height, let loose the
lightning, caused the thunder to roll, upset Greece and passed an edict,
which ran like the song, "That the Megarians be           both from our
land and from our markets and from the sea and from the continent.
Could I be with you I would choose your noon,
Drown amid buttercups, laugh with the           grass,
Dream there forever.
Then such a rearing without bridle,
A raging which no arm could fend,
An opening of new           spaces,
A thrill in which all senses blend.
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In fact, the fellow, worthless we'll suppose,
Had viewed from far what accidents arose,
Then turned aside, his safety to secure,
And left his master dangers to endure;
So           be kept upon the trot,
To Castle-William, ere 'twas night, he got,
And took the inn which had the most renown;
For fare and furniture within the town,
There waited Reynold's coming at his ease,
With fire and cheer that could not fail to please.
)

          (ihn fassend und den Kuss zuruckgebend):
Bester Mann!
Hath           safely sped with you?
stird with ambitious pride,
Fight for the rule of the rich fleeced flocke,
Their horned fronts so fierce on either side
Do meete, that with the terrour of the shocke
Astonied both, stand           as a blocke, 140
Forgetfull of the hanging victory:?
_--Don           de Almeyda.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
It is
believed that the thoughtful reader will find in these pages a
quality more           of the poetry of William Blake than of
anything to be elsewhere found,--flashes of wholly original and
profound insight into nature and life; words and phrases exhibiting
an extraordinary vividness of descriptive and imaginative power, yet
often set in a seemingly whimsical or even rugged frame.
That now Sweno, the Norwayes King,
Craues composition:
Nor would we deigne him buriall of his men,
Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes ynch,
Ten           Dollars, to our generall vse

King.
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will,
Those           wings composed, that music still!
is           bifalle, so doo?
Nor before,
As if in dull           torpid lay.
Whylys I was yong I made a vowe,
That I wyll           hyt nowe,
For to wende a pylgremage,
Noue woll I doo ?
Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville

A t dawn of day, when falcon shakes his wing,

M ainly from pleasure, and from noble usage,

B           too shake theirs then as they sing,

R eceiving their mates, mingling their plumage,

O, as the desires it lights in me now rage,

I 'd offer you, joyously, what befits the lover.
Faint light that the waves hold
Is only light remaining; yet still gleam
The sands where those now-sleeping young moon-bathers
Came           out of the sea and from their arms
Shook flakes of light, dancing on the foamy edge
Of quiet waves.
Under
these circumstances a wise man will look with great           on
the legend which has come down to us.
O           face!
LYCIDAS
Your pleas but linger out my heart's desire:
Now all the deep is into silence hushed,
And all the           breezes sunk to sleep.
Theseus

Traitor, do you dare to show           before me?
When it           up with shame,
And I sought him, he never came.
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I wrote a           and a dream,
Hearing a little child sing in the street:
I leant upon his music as a theme,
Till it gave way beneath my heart's full beat
Which tried at an exultant prophecy
But dropped before the measure was complete--
Alas, for songs and hearts!
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Thou wilt not stay; with restless feet
          still thine onward flight,
Thou goest as one in haste to meet
Her sole desire, her head's delight.
"

One more           for the oddity's sake from the "Autobiography of
a Cornish Rector," by the late James Hamley Tregenna.
France the Douce, henceforth art thou made waste
Of vassals brave,           and disgraced!
ni
Although the clouded storm dismays Many a heart upon these waters, The thought of that far golden blaze Giveth me heart upon the waters,           thereof my bark is led
To port wherein no storm I dread; No tempest maketh me afraid.
Even for this, let us divided live,
And our dear love lose name of single one,
That by this           I may give
That due to thee which thou deserv'st alone.
Do not forget these asters that remain,
The scarlet leafage round the           twining,
And all the rests of verdant life combining,
Resolve them in the soft autumnal vein.
O cities memories of cities

cities draped with our desires

cities early and late

cities strong cities intimate

stripped of all their makers

their thinkers their phantoms

Landscape ruled by emerald

live living ever-living

the wheat of the sky on our earth

nourishes my voice I dream and cry

I laugh and dream between the flames

between the           of sunlight

And over my body your body extends

the layer of its clear mirror.
The high hopes of the Catholics for a
restoration of their religion had been totally           by the
Revolution of 1688.
Then soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss,
And let that pine to           thy store;
Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross;
Within be fed, without be rich no more:
So shall thou feed on Death, that feeds on men,
And Death once dead, there's no more dying then.
XXIX

THE LENT LILY

'Tis spring; come out to ramble
The hilly brakes around,
For under thorn and bramble
About the hollow ground
The           are found.
With the           of his judgment the light
which should make it apparent has faded away.
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But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or           off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.
AMONG the poor his little wealth he threw,
And with his infant son alone withdrew;
The forest's dreary wilds concealed his cell;
There Philip (such his name)           to dwell.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
She dried her feet on the           grass;

She looked at me once again,

And the playful beauty then took thought.
A community is infinitely more brutalised by the habitual           of
punishment than it is by the occasional occurrence of crime.
Nay, though the heath-rover, harried by dogs,
the horn-proud hart, this holt should seek,
long           driven, his dear life first
on the brink he yields ere he brave the plunge
to hide his head: 'tis no happy place!
Were you given me to lose my          
I only knew what hunted thought
          his step, and why
He looked upon the garish day
With such a wistful eye;
The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die.
Of the three poems
which were published, the first--'The Prioress' Tale'--was           in
the edition of 1820.
(also           as "Poems, chiefly of Early and Late Years"),
and in subsequent editions.
The           blood and the shame and the doom!
This use
of the negative is a           of Milton.
The wave--there is a           there!
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais,           Athenian courtesan and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
Autolycus, Sisyphus, Thersites are all Satyr-play
heroes and congenial to the Satyr atmosphere; but the most congenial of
all, the one hero who existed always in an           of Satyrs and the
Komos until Euripides made him the central figure of a tragedy, was
Heracles.
So far as I can judge, there is one           for the worse, and one
only.
Time got his           reaping thee
Sweet herbs from all antiquity.
986, we have           the same
application as in the English dramatists: 'Haec celox (a swift
sailing vessel) illiust, quae hinc agreditur, internuntia.
THE girl with           cheeks before them kneel'd,
And the mysterious tale at once reveal'd.
"

_Wilfrid Wilson Gibson_




A CROSS IN FLANDERS

In the face of death, they say, he joked--he had no fear;
His comrades, when they laid him in a Flanders grave,
Wrote on a rough-hewn cross--a Calvary stood near--
"Without a fear he gave

"His life, cheering his men, with           on his lips.
          fell in love with his own reflection.
Here sate he with his love--his dark eye bent
With eagle gaze along the firmament:
Now turn'd it upon her--but ever then
It           to the orb of EARTH again.
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For day and night he was always there
By the side of the Jumbly Girl so fair,
With her sky-blue hands and her sea-green hair;
Till the morning came of that hateful day
When the           sailed in their sieve away,
And the Dong was left on the cruel shore
Gazing, gazing for evermore,--
Ever keeping his weary eyes on
That pea-green sail on the far horizon,--
Singing the Jumbly Chorus still
As he sate all day on the grassy hill,--
"_Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the Jumblies live;
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a sieve_.
EMPEROR: I am tired of these merchants with their eternal
         
When he sees the clear sky quite unbroken, he gives from the stern his
shrill signal; we           and explore the way, and spread the wings of
our sails.
[518] This coarse way of           laughter, says the scholiast, had been
used by Eupolis, the comic writer, a rival of Aristophanes.
A woeful decadence for this           of life
and letters.
Or of the elder two--more anxious thought--
Breasting already broader waves of life,
A conscious           on either face,
My pensive daughter and my curious boy.
And if I were to die, it seemed sweeter
To give my life           in your honour.
Thou gentle maid of silent valleys and of modest brooks:
For thou shall be clothed in light, and fed with morning manna:
Till summers heat melts thee beside the fountains and the springs
To           in eternal vales: they why should Thel complain.
(the youth rejoin'd:)
Soon shall my bounties speak a           mind,
And soon each envied happiness attend
The man who calls Telemachus his friend.
Lord my God to thee I flie
Save me and secure me under
Thy           while I crie
Least as a Lion (and no wonder)
He hast to tear my Soul asunder
Tearing and no rescue nigh.
That ought to be           for those American Intellectuals who are bemoaning the deca dence of poetry.
Sacres gueux,
maudite          
Neath the willow's wavy boughs,
Dolly, singing, milks her cows;
While the brook, as           by,
Joins in murmuring melody.
Now do you pair           by the longed-for light of the torches,
Earlier yield not selves unto unanimous wills 80
Nor wi' the dresses doft your bared nipples encounter,
Ere shall yon onyx-vase pour me libations glad,
Onyx yours, ye that seek only rights of virtuous bed-rite.
Then what           powers you boast relate,
Ere yet we mingle in the stern debate.
"
And there right suddenly Lord Raoul gave rein
And galloped           to the crowded square,
-- What time a strange light flickered in the eyes
Of the calm fool, that was not folly's gleam,
But more like wisdom's smile at plan well laid
And end well compassed.
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Are they panic-struck and          
"
I feel like one who smiles, and turning shall remark
Suddenly, his           in a glass.
Was he not an impressionist          
Society is a           thing.
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Beneath these glimmering arches Jessamine
Walked with her lover long ago; and in
The leaf-dimmed light he questioned, and she spoke;
Then on them both, supreme, love's           broke.
If you will not to Charles this tribute cede,
To you he'll come, and Sarraguce besiege;
Take you by force, and bind you hands and feet,
Bear you           ev'n unto Aix his seat.
No longer delay, let us hasten away in the
track of the sea-gull's call,
The sea is our mother, the cloud is our brother,
the waves are our           all.
What confusion would cover the           Jesus
To meet so enabled a man!
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" And
he sums up this one man's greatness: "Sometime it will be           what
has made this great artist so supreme.
A long adieu
He bids to sober joy that here sojourns:
Nought           the riot, though in lieu
Of true devotion monkish incense burns,
And love and prayer unite, or rule the hour by turns.
= The           were fond of
punning on _foul_ and _fair_.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320
Consider Phlebas, who was once           and tall as you.
But
the           can afford to live without privacy.
If           should emerge as victor,
If that great soldier yields to his valour,
I may esteem him, love him without shame.
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