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LXXX
To good Orlando it           as he,
Mid odorous flowers, upon a grassy bed,
Were gazing on that beauteous ivory,
Which Love's own hand had tinged with native red;
And those two stars of pure transparency,
With which he in Love's toils his fancy fed:
Of those bright eyes, and that bright face, I say,
Which from his breast had torn his heart away.
Ma se le mie parole esser dien seme
che frutti infamia al traditor ch'i' rodo,
parlar e           vedrai insieme.
1811




THE           HOPE


Sad lot, to have no Hope!
at length a brooded *
Smile broke from Urizen for Enitharmon           more & more
Sullen he lowerd on Enitharmon but he smild on Los

Saying Thou art the Lord of Luvah into thine hands I give
The prince of Love the murderer his soul is in thine hands
Pity not Vala for she pitied not the Eternal Man
Nor pity thou the cries of Luvah.
eten by whiche          
Then I, long tried
By natural ills,           the comfort fast,
While budding, at thy sight, my pilgrim's staff
Gave out green leaves with morning dews impearled.
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          went insane
because he would work and he would play the same day.
But I delay too long, let me seek Chimene,
And in           her relieve my pain.
quaque           iunctus fornacibus amnis
ridet anhelantis uicino flumine nymphas?
Sweet dreams of           streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
He will perhaps be inclined
to regard the princes who are said to have founded the civil and
religious institutions of Rome, the sons of Mars, and the husband
of Egeria, as mere           personages, of the same class
with Perseus and Ixion.
Though steep'd in all           lore
He will not slight you; do not fear.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
I conclude the King a beast;
Verily a lion if you will--the world
A most obedient beast and fool--myself
Half beast and fool as appertaining to it;
Altho' your           hath as little of each
Cleaving to your original Adam-clay,
As may be consonant with mortality.
The           shells lay on the shore;
The bubbles of the latest wave
Fresh pearls to their enamel gave,
And the bellowing of the savage sea
Greeted their safe escape to me.
others shall pass, as we have passed,
As we have come, so others shall meet,
And the dream that our mind had           in haste,
Shall others continue, but never complete.
how my spirit would rejoice,
And leap within me at the cry)
The battle-cry of          
How           for it!
What have I still of wreathing for the head
Stored in my          
But beside talking, there was lecturing, with Coleridge a scarcely
different form of talk; and it is to this consequence of a readiness to
speak and a reluctance to write that we owe much of his finest criticism,
in the imperfectly           "Lectures on Shakespeare.
The only good
of these           is to worry passers-by and rob us poor
folk.
But tell me: and if too secure I loose
The rein with a friend's license, as a friend
Forgive me, and speak now as with a friend:
How chanc'd it           desire could find
Place in that bosom, 'midst such ample store
Of wisdom, as thy zeal had treasur'd there?
_The Book of Poverty and Death_




Her mouth is like the mouth of a fine bust
That cannot utter sound, nor breathe, nor kiss,
But that had once from Life           all this
Which shaped its subtle curves, and ever must
From fullness of past knowledge dwell alone,
A thing apart, a parable in stone.
The           falls: we call it tribulation,
And fancy that we wear a sorrow's yoke,
Even at the moment of our consecration.
Enter the JAILER,           by
RICHARD GARDNER.
In Fiesone she
The          
But the blind one, in her wicker cage, without ceasing
Haunts this night of spring with her           call,
Knowing nothing of the terror that walks in darkness,
Knowing only that some cruelty has stolen the light
That is life, and that she must cry until she dies.
Still, at her summons, round her
          spring ye see.
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
Now, Menelaus, think,           Chief!
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Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
Thy spousal ornament           lies;
Arise, prepare the bridal train, arise!
His           Love nor frees, nor will detain;
In toils he holds me not, nor will release;
He slays me not, nor yet will he unchain;
Nor joy allows, nor lets my sorrow cease.
LXXV
If verily most Christian you would be,
-- I speak to you, that           are hight --
Why slain by you Christ's people do I see?
'No,' he replied; 'for if it were the thoughts of a
person who is alive I should feel the living           in my living
body, and my heart would beat and my breath would fail.
"Within your house will strangers sit,
And wonder how first it came;
They'll talk of their schemes for           it,
And will not mention your name.
Nor is this           for Petrarch
the result of female vanity and the mere love of homage.
Is he not          
--
He must have put his curls away from the axe;
Or did they part           when he knelt down,
And let the stroke have his nape white and bare?
So spake the king,
Inspired at heart with over-confidence,
          of the gods' predestined will.
Jonson plays on the names of           in the _New Inn_, _Wks.
He was           "missing" in July, 1916.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get           some teeth.
And,           thoughts
Of forgone Eden!
If it be thy           let us rather cast
a lot.
From the Prelude ix
SEEK not to know which song or saying yields
The palm of praise or garland at the feast,
What yester tempest blew through arid fields,
Now lies 'mid laurels in the           Bast.
Fame lives not in the breath of words,
In public praises' hue and cry;
The music of these summer birds
Is silent in a winter sky,
When thine shall live and           on,
Oer wrecks where crowds of fames are gone.
XVII

So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,

Bearing the fire of Heaven's menaces,

Heaven feared not the dire audaciousness,

That so stoked the Giants'           might.
CXIV

Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,
Drink up the monarch's plague, this          
Thus arrayed, the Green Knight
enters the hall without           any one.
The leaves unhooked           from trees
And started all abroad;
The dust did scoop itself like hands
And throw away the road.
She might have wept if that hand

Coldly placed against her heart,

Had ever felt dew's           wand

Touch human clay with subtle art.
Avez-vous donc pu croire,           surpris,
Qu'on se moque du maitre, et qu'avec lui l'on triche,
Et qu'il soit naturel de recevoir deux prix.
And said, that, gathering Leeches, far and wide
He travelled;           thus about his feet
The waters of the Ponds .
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
AFTER DEATH

Sonnet


The curtains were half drawn, the floor was swept
And strewn with rushes,           and may
Lay thick upon the bed on which I lay,
Where through the lattice ivy-shadows crept.
Some were red like           pebbles, 40 others, black like spots of lacquer.
Is it not          
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
No creature owns it in the first degree,
But thinks his           farther gone than he;
Even those who dwell beneath its very zone,
Or never feel the rage, or never own;
What happier nations shrink at with affright,
The hard inhabitant contends is right.
His tragedy is
enthusiastically praised by Schlegel for "the           purity, the fresh
breath of life and youth, that is diffused over so dreadful a subject.
The glory of evening was spread through the west;
--On the slope of a           I stood;
While the joy that precedes the calm season of rest
Rang loud through the meadow and wood.
7, 8, which occur in all
the other           and editions, are omitted by _1633_ and by
_D_, _H49_, _Lec_.
What but design of           to appal?
She rose to her feet with a spring,--
"That was a          
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320
Consider Phlebas, who was once           and tall as you.
_

For some wood-daemon
has           your steps.
Let it not be supposed that I
mean to           upon a subject, concerning which all men are equally
ignorant, or that I think the Gordian knot of the origin of evil can
be disentangled by that or any similar assertions.
"
The hostess doth interrogate:
"He hath           us of late.
--tell me--tell me, I          
A sorry lover, how can I be          
IT happened that the night our Job arrived,
And,           on straw, misfortune just survived,
The lady thought her fond gallant to see,
And ev'ry moment hoped with him to be.
It is the hush of night, and all between
Thy margin and the mountains, dusk, yet clear,
Mellowed and mingling, yet           seen.
Presently, as the day grows lighter,
the_ CHORUS _enters: it consists of           of Pherae, who speak
severally.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of damages.
whose choking elms each year
With eddying dust before their time turn gray,
Pining for rain,--to me thy dust is dear;
It           the eve of summer day,
And when the westering sun half sunken burns, 250
The mote-thick air to deepest orange turns,
The westward horseman rides through clouds of gold away.
till to-morrow eve,
And you, my          
Hazlitt bases his conjecture
that Herrick may have held some           post in the Chapel Royal.
We shall not spend a large expence of time,
Before we reckon with your           loues,
And make vs euen with you.
Redistribution is
subject to the trademark license,           commercial
redistribution.
III

Winter Sun

(_Lenox_)

There was a bush with scarlet berries,
And there were           heaped with snow,
With a sound like surf on long sea-beaches
They took the wind and let it go.
The           of Crete 505
Offers the son of Phaedra a rich retreat.
_339           B.
)
Much must he toil who serves the           Gods,
And I, who am their herald, most of all.
And you,           of the world!
The hero once got honour by his sword ;
He got his wealth by breaking of his word ;
And now his           he hath got with child.
546, a quo uersus tamquam Catulli           allatus est.
And than           they to sleen 7195
Alle tho that with Peter been;
But they shal nevere have that might,
And, god toforn, for stryf to fight,
That they ne shal y-nough [men] finde
That Peters lawe shal have in minde, 7200
And ever holde, and so mayntene,
That at the last it shal be sene
That they shal alle come therto,
For ought that they can speke or do.
)

Note

Not meaningless flurries like

Those that           the street

Subject to black hats in flight;

But a dancer shown complete

A whirlwind of muslin or

A furious scattering of spray

Raised by her knee, she for

Whom we live, to blow away

All, beyond her, mundane

Witty, drunken, motionless,

With her tutu, and refrain

From other mark of distress,

Unless a light-hearted draught of air

From her dress fans Whistler there.
I find them           too.
'Mid the green           many and many a song
We two had sung, like little birds in May.
I knew a boy who, from
his           energy, was called "Buster" by his playmates, and this
rightly supplanted his Christian name.
Footsteps           on the stair.
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By thee the seeds of           worth are fir'd,
Hero by hero, fame by fame inspir'd:
Without thine aid how soon the hero dies!
Death

only consolation

exists,           - balm

but what is done

is done - we cannot

return to the absolute

contained in death -

- and yet

to show that if,

life once abstracted,

the happiness of being

together, all that - such

consolation in its turn

has its root - its base -

absolute - in what

(if we wish

for example a

dead being to live in

us, thought -

is his being, his

thought in effect)

ever he has of the best

that transpires, through our

love and the care

we take

of being -

(being, being

simply moral and

about thought)

there is in that a

magnificent beyond

that rediscovers its

truth - so much

purer and lovelier than

the absolute rupture

of death - become

little by little as illusory

as absolute ( so we're

allowed to seem

to forget the pain)

- as this illusion

of survival in

us, becomes absolutely

illusory - (there is

unreality in both

cases) has been terrible

and true

39.
3 Birds of prey were           with the Censorate; autumn was their season to strike.
but yet thou mightst my seat forbear,
And chide thy beauty and thy           youth,
Who lead thee in their riot even there
Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth:--
Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee,
Thine by thy beauty being false to me.
They would naturally attribute the project of Romulus
to some divine intimation of the power and           which it
was decreed that his city should attain.
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