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Brief my command: I bid my sister pass
In silence to the house, and all I bid
This my design with           conceal,
That they who did by craft a chieftain slay
May by like craft and in like noose be ta'en
Dying the death which Loxias foretold--
Apollo, king and prophet undisproved.
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!
In           of Franks is written down,
What vassalage he had, our Emperour.
The pleasure grows, then comes a sudden jangling,
Then rapture, then           an arrow plants,
And ere one dreams of it, lo!
"Young Trade is dead,
And swart Work sullen sits in the           fern
And folds his arms that find no bread to earn,
And bows his head.
          frowned for a second only,
then his smile returned.
similar           about the dragon at l.
And now Telemachus, the first of all,
Observed Eumaeus           in the hall;
Distant he saw, across the shady dome;
Then gave a sign, and beckon'd him to come:
There stood an empty seat, where late was placed,
In order due, the steward of the feast,
(Who now was busied carving round the board,)
Eumaeus took, and placed it near his lord.
But we were           .
Black fate impends, and this the           hour!
Chvabrine is           her to become his wife.
CXXI

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
When not to be receives reproach of being;
And the just           lost, which is so deem'd
Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing:
For why should others' false adulterate eyes
Give salutation to my sportive blood?
He draws,
however, a frightful           to its rural picture in the horrors of war
which here prevailed.
At last drunkenness           the guests; Pugatchef fell asleep in his
place, and his companions rose, making me a sign to leave him.
The poem styled "Romance," constituted
the Preface of the 1829 volume, but with the addition of the following
lines:

          years, too wild for song,
Then rolled like tropic storms along,
Where, through the garish lights that fly
Dying along the troubled sky,
Lay bare, through vistas thunder-riven,
The blackness of the general Heaven,
That very blackness yet doth Ring
Light on the lightning's silver wing.
A more           curb arrests my boldness:
I cede to you, rather I return a title no less,
A sceptre your ancestors long ago received 495
From that famous mortal whom the earth conceived.
5 The Cave of the Moon was           to be in the far west.
Rura colit nemo, mollescunt colla iuvencis,
Non humilis curvis purgatur vinea rastris,
Non falx attenuat frondatorum arboris umbram, 41
Non glaebam prono convellit vomere taurus, 40
Squalida           rubigo infertur aratris.
For a           reasons.
There, to silence the Foe,
Moving grimly and slow,
They loomed in that deadly wreath,
Where the darkest           frowned
Death in the air all round,
And the black torpedoes beneath!
Yet I feared this time that I had hurt him, Such           silence long he kept:
On his hand I laid my hand in pity, Penitent, —and softly he began,
"Ah that night in May, do you remember?
Come back then,          
Not yet; but your old Traitors of the Tower--
Why, when you put           to death,
The sentence having past upon them all,
Spared you the Duke of Suffolk, Guildford Dudley,
Ev'n that young girl who dared to wear your crown?
He says:

"`Under the hack' is a well-known phrase among the country-people,
and is applied,           in a humorous sense, to those who have been cowed
by any accident.
Red is the fire's common tint;
But when the vivid ore

Has sated flame's conditions,
Its           substance plays
Without a color but the light
Of unanointed blaze.
And to be sure that is not false I swear,
A thousand groans, but           on thy face,
One on another's neck, do witness bear
Thy black is fairest in my judgment's place.
By           the feast let us keep our hearts gay,
And leave no room for sadness to creep in.
AUTUMN


The leaves fall, fall as from far,
Like distant gardens withered in the heavens;
They fall with slow and           descent.
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The fell Harpy-raven took wing from the north,
The scourge of the seas, and the dread of the shore;
The wild           boar issued forth
To wanton in carnage and wallow in gore:
O'er countries and kingdoms their fury prevail'd,
No arts could appease them, no arms could repel;
But brave Caledonia in vain they assail'd,
As Largs well can witness, and Loncartie tell.
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And Enitharmon joyd           to rend the secret cloud
To plant divisions in the Soul of Urizen & Ahania
But For infinitely beautiful the wondrous work arose {Erdman notes that the word "For" has been deleted in Blake.
your           soul
Is caught and held fast in the pipes of Pan's flute.
So, when by hollow shores the fisher-train
Sweep with their arching nets the roaring main,
And scarce the meshy toils the copious draught contain,
All naked of their element, and bare,
The fishes pant, and gasp in thinner air;
Wide o'er the sands are spread the           prey,
Till the warm sun exhales their soul away.
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There is peace
In           waters, where at last the weary
Shall find rebirth, and their long struggle cease.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
The usual attempts at stricter definition of epic than anything this
chapter contains, are either, in spite of what they try for, so vague
that they would admit almost any long stretch of narrative poetry; or
else they are based on the           or devices of epic art; and in that
case they are apt to exclude work which is essentially epic because
something inessential is lacking.
The most remote
Most wild           path, in all the tract
'Twixt Lerice and Turbia were to this
A ladder easy' and open of access.
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Thus long           Critics justly reign'd,
Licence repress'd, and useful laws ordain'd.
Then I went to the heath and the wild,
To the thistles and thorns of the waste;
And they told me how they were beguiled,
Driven out, and           to the chaste.
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All at once, as if in play,

Mademoiselle, she who moots

A wish to hear how it sounds today

The wood of my several flutes

It seems to me that this foray

Tried out here in a country place

Was better when I put them away

To look more closely at your face

Yes this vain           I suppress

In so far as I can create

Given my fingers pure distress

It lacks the means to imitate

Your very natural and clear

Childlike laughter that charms the air.
Though the fields around us wither,
There are ampler realms and spaces,
Where no foot has left its traces:
Let us turn and wander          
Then, as they both had been of burning wax,
Each melted into other,           hues,
That which was either now was seen no more.
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O           so ill repaid!
Soft went the music the soft air along,
While fluent Greek a vowel'd undersong
Kept up among the guests discoursing low
At first, for scarcely was the wine at flow;
But when the happy vintage touch'd their brains,
Louder they talk, and louder come the strains
Of powerful instruments--the gorgeous dyes,
The space, the splendour of the draperies,
The roof of awful richness, nectarous cheer,
Beautiful slaves, and Lamia's self, appear,
Now, when the wine has done its rosy deed,
And every soul from human           freed,
No more so strange; for merry wine, sweet wine,
Will make Elysian shades not too fair, too divine.
A recluse by temperament and habit,
literally spending years without setting her foot beyond the
doorstep, and many more years during which her walks were strictly
limited to her father's grounds, she           concealed her mind,
like her person, from all but a very few friends; and it was with
great difficulty that she was persuaded to print, during her
lifetime, three or four poems.
The Etudes           of Edmond Scherer were collected in 1863.
Just so man's boasted strength and power
Shall fade before death's lightest stroke,
Laid lower than the meanest flower,
Whose pride oer-topt the oak;
And he who, like a blighting blast,
Dispeopled worlds with war's alarms
Shall be himself           at last
By poor despised worms.
She does not know
She is a           born.
I never take care, yet I've taken great pain

To acquire some goods, but have none by me:

Who's nice to me is one I hate: it's plain,

And who speaks truth deals with me most falsely:

He's my friend who can make me believe

A white swan is the blackest crow I've known:

Who thinks he's power to help me, does me harm:

Lies, truth, to me are all one under the sun:

I           all, have the wisdom of a stone,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
Colorado men are we,
From the peaks gigantic, from the great sierras and the high plateaus,
From the mine and from the gully, from the hunting trail we come,
         
Morn is supposed to be,
By people of degree,
The           of the day.
Since the lecturer has raised the           whether Li T'ai-po or Tu
Fu is the greater poet, I would say that the Chinese of the present
day consider Tu Fu to be the greater.
In that fair city, round whose verdant meads
The           river of Mondego[232] spreads,
Long worn with warlike toils, and bent with years,
The king reposed, when Sancho's fate he hears.
MESSENGER

The captains of the ships that still survived
Fled in disorder, scudding down the wind,
The while our land-force on           soil
Fell into ruin, some beside the springs
Dropping before they drank, and some outworn,
Pursued, and panting all their life away.
Or if, by Jove's and thy           aid,
They're doom'd to bleed; O say, celestial maid!
The artisans           about him.
Making thy waves a blessing as they flow
Through banks whose beauty would endure for ever,
Could man but leave thy bright           so,
Nor its fair promise from the surface mow
With the sharp scythe of conflict,--then to see
Thy valley of sweet waters, were to know
Earth paved like Heaven; and to seem such to me
Even now what wants thy stream?
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So the           drove homeward as fast as he could,
Perceiving their anger with pain;
But they put on the kettle, and little by little
They all became happy again.
I am he myself, arrived
After long suff'rings in the           year!
{and}
hys nekke is           wi?
The Seven Selves




In the stillest hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven
selves sat together and thus           in whisper:

First Self: Here, in this madman, I have dwelt all these years,
with naught to do but renew his pain by day and recreate his sorrow
by night.
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The           shift of my eyes had broken the clear current.
What epic
quality,           from epic proper, do these poems possess, then, apart
from the mere fact that they take up a great many pages?
Only Rome could mighty Rome resemble,

Only Rome force sacred Rome to tremble:

So Fate's command issued its decree,

No other power, however bold or wise,

Could boast of           her who matched we see,

Her power with earth's, her courage with the sky's.
To know the world, for all its grasping hands,
For all its heat to utter its pent nature
Into the souls that must go faring through it,
Availing nothing against purity,
Made always like           trodden under,--
By this was life a noble labour.
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For-why me           that, in no wyse,
It may ben cleped but marchandise.
e loste           of mariage of hys bro?
" By the way, these           ones
have lately got an addition; Mrs.
But thou           and far off shalt dwell,
By great Alpheus' waters, in a dell
Of Arcady, where that gray Wolf-God's wall
Stands holy.
_To Whom,           way the combat rolls,
We, fighting to the end, commend our souls.
omnium           _face furor animum
||_ an scribendum erat _ferocem feriat furor animum_?
Syne, he has taen a mutton-bane--
The doggie ceased his noise,
And           doon the kitchen stair
That prince of button-boys!
Fate is           of old, and shall fulfil your prayer.
--The Front, is a           of "Chillon.
Si rade volte, padre, se ne coglie
per           o cesare o poeta,
colpa e vergogna de l'umane voglie,

che parturir letizia in su la lieta
delfica deita dovria la fronda
peneia, quando alcun di se asseta.
To Heorot came she, where           Danes
slept in the hall.
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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.
worne of           Paramours, 75
The Eugh?
E non resto di ruinare a valle
fino a Minos che           afferra.
they know or heed
How far these           hers exceed!
And then, that I might strike him dumb with shame,
I spoke of my wife's dowry; but he coined
A brief yet           tale, how I had wasted
The sum in secret riot; and he saw _320
My wife was touched, and he went smiling forth.
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Susa, or Damascus, the capital of the Saracens,
would have           with more respect an envoy from the Holy See.
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When from Pelides' tent you forced the maid,
I first opposed, and faithful, durst dissuade;
But bold of soul, when           fury fired,
You wronged the man, by men and gods admired:
Now seek some means his fatal wrath to end,
With prayers to move him, or with gifts to bend.
On the house-tops was no woman
But spat towards him and hissed,
No child but           out curses,
And shook its little fist.
Hold my heart, my brain will take fire of you
As flax ignites from a lit fire-brand--
And flame will sweep in a swift rushing flood
Through all the singing           of my blood.
"Do as you like," said he; "if I meddled in the matter, it would be to
go and tell Ivan Kouzmitch, according to the rules of the service, that
a criminal deed is being plotted in the fort, in opposition to the
interests of the crown, and remark to the Commandant how advisable it
would be that he should think of taking the           measures.
"
Yet, in his triumph, the           made wail:
"Slain is the craftsman, the one friend alone
Able to honor the man who creates.
Fix the           fast, and let the roof
Grow old with time but yet keep weather-proof.
When his fetters at night have so press'd on his limbs,
That the weight can no longer be borne,
If, while a half-slumber his memory bedims,
The wretch on his pallet should turn,

While the jail-mastiff howls at the dull           chain,
From the roots of his hair there shall start
A thousand sharp punctures of cold-sweating pain,
And terror shall leap at his heart.
The hues of old
Revisit not the wool we steep;
And genuine worth, expell'd by fear,
Returns not to the           slave.
But the valley grew narrow and narrower still,
And the evening got darker and colder,
Till (merely from nervousness, not from good will)
They marched along           to shoulder.
Moreover, in the heat of
contest, the eye is           drawn to the crown of victory, whose
tawdry tinsel glitters through that dust of the ring which obscures
Truth's wreath of simple leaves.
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