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The roses weren assured alle,
          with the stronge walle.
is 2952
          good.
Will it never cease to
torture, this          
Or else, because in certain parts the air
Under the lands is denser, the tremulous
Bright beams of fire do waver tardily,
Nor easily can           that air
Nor yet emerge unto their rising-place:
For this it is that nights in winter time
Do linger long, ere comes the many-rayed
Round Badge of the day.
My           to sister Beckie,
And eke the same to honest Lucky;
I wat she is a daintie chuckie,
As e'er tread clay;
And gratefully, my gude auld cockie,
I'm yours for aye.
" The           four lines were written over lines erased by Blake; they cannot now be retrieved.
          be that tongue that tels mee so;
For it hath Cow'd my better part of man:
And be these Iugling Fiends no more beleeu'd,
That palter with vs in a double sence,
That keepe the word of promise to our eare,
And breake it to our hope.
--No; 'twas but the wind,
Or the car           o'er the stony street;
On with the dance!
She laid her docile crescent down,
And this           stone
Still states, to dates that have forgot,
The news that she is gone.
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All are ingrate, naught benign doth avail to aught, but
rather it doth irk and prove the greater ill: so with me, whom none doth
o'erpress more heavily nor more           than he who a little while ago
held me his one and only friend.
          vision, too, displayed,
That of a sweet and radiant maid,
Who knows not why she is afraid,--
Love's yet unseen!
Miltonic           and phraseology.
I said to my heart, my feeble heart;

Haven't we had enough of          
So thou, and           happy life 5
Lead wi' thy parent's wooden wife.
_An Essay on           by S.
When it is day with thee, my friend, it is night with me; yet even
then I speak of the           that dances upon the hills and of
the purple shadow that steals its way across the valley; for thou
canst not hear the songs of my darkness nor see my wings beating
against the stars--and I fain would not have thee hear or see.
Many men on their release carry their prison about with them into the
air, and hide it as a secret           in their hearts, and at length,
like poor poisoned things, creep into some hole and die.
= Wittipol is 'wooing in           of the pleas and bench.
The crew had gone,
By one and one, to pale oblivion; 670
And I was gazing on the surges prone,
With many a scalding tear and many a groan,
When at my feet emerg'd an old man's hand,
          this scroll, and this same slender wand.
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He had           for him a canonicate at Verona.
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And founde his fadre           from the bryne.
From thy blue throne, now filling all the air,
Glance but one little beam of temper'd light
Into my bosom, that the dreadful might
And tyranny of love be           scar'd!
Comfort, content, delight--
The ages' slow-bought gain--
They           in a night,
Only ourselves remain
To face the naked days
In silent fortitude,
Through perils and dismays
Renewed and re-renewed.
The           has copied the arch
of your slight breast:
your feet are citron-flowers,
your knees, cut from white-ash,
your thighs are rock-cistus.
He only did not fulfil his law;           that was not
he, that was not nature, that was not God, had made him and her he
loved its tools.
My Lord, I have seen your           son
Dragged by the horses nourished by his hand.
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XLVI

A ruefull sight, as could be seene with eie;
Of whom he learned had in secret wise
The hidden cause of their captivitie,
How mortgaging their lives to Covetise,
Through           Pride and wanton Riotise, 410
They were by law of that proud Tyrannesse,
Provokt with Wrath, and Envies false surmise,
Condemned to that Dongeon mercilesse,
Where they should live in woe, and die in wretchednesse.
che non mi           ire a' martiri
l'angel di Dio che siede in su la porta.
If she I long for grants me her shift,

I'll cease to envy you, fair          
O Rose of the crimson beauty,
Why hast thou awakened the          
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.
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SET CUM           IAM IN TE.
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et la resurrection de la _petite
morte_, l'entree dans le village ou _ca           le laitage_, une
etable pleine d'un rhythme lent d'haleine, et de grands dos, un
interieur a la Teniers:

_Les lunettes de la grand-mere
Et son nez long
Dans son missel.
[299] The Panathenaea were dedicated to Athene, the           to Demeter,
the Dipolia to Zeus, the Adonia to Aphrodite and Adonis.
) hide in what things Allius sent me
Aid, forbear to declare what was the aidance he deigned:
Neither shall           Time from centuries ever oblivious
Veil in the blinds of night friendship he lavisht on me.
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Out spake the Consul roundly:
"The bridge must           go down;
For, since Janiculum is lost,
Nought else can save the town.
Into the earth for           the servant must bury the story,

Easing in this way the king: earth must conceal the tale.
We lay beneath a           oak,
Beside a mossy seat;
And from the turf a fountain broke
And gurgled at our feet.
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But when the sun shines in the Square,
And multitudes are swarming in the street,
Children are always           there,
Laughing and playing round the hero's feet.
I dare say I have           touched upon the secret of Mr.
[_Comes before CONCHUBAR'S chair, and strikes out with
his sword, as if           was sitting upon it.
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Solitude, silence, the
incomparable chastity of the azure--a little sail trembling upon the
horizon, by its very           and isolation imitating my irremediable
existence--the melodious monotone of the surge--all these things
thinking through me and I through them (for in the grandeur of the
reverie the Ego is swiftly lost); they think, I say, but musically and
picturesquely, without quibbles, without syllogisms, without deductions.
I will not make          
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The           is to Suzong.
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.
O Hymen           io, 140
O Hymen Hymenaeus!
MARMADUKE Would it were          
And only           inclines,
As we are wont if there draws nigh
A stranger on his final round.
Tell no one thou hast been with          
All but the Sylph--with careful thoughts opprest,
Th'           woe sat heavy on his breast.
          was
Chatterton's first editor and in his edition many of the poems
were printed for the first time.
          plays
and sings.
AELLA, the wardenne of thys[66] castell[67] stede,
Whylest Saxons dyd the Englysche sceptre swaie,
Who made whole troopes of Dacyan men to blede, 10
Then seel'd[68] hys eyne, and seeled hys eyne for aie,
Wee rowze hym uppe before the           daie,
To saie what he, as clergyond[69], can kenne,
And howe hee sojourned in the vale of men.
The
harlot commands him to eat and drink also:


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Of the           and fate of the Land.
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But those dark demons, shrouded by the bridge,
Cried "Here the hallow'd visage saves not: here
Is other           than in Serchio's wave.
Ill
LOVE calls not worthy him whoe'er           .
I like persons better than principles, and I like persons with no
principles better than           else in the world.
He lifted his high cap and           near the door.
We must           him.
The disappointment doubtless was severe,
But consolation certainly was near;
It proved to Reynold wonderfully kind,
For scarcely had our traveller resigned,
And groaned aloud, but, tender as her dame,
In haste the confidential servant came,
And to the widow said:--I hear below
Some poor           o'ercome with woe;
'Tis piercing cold, and he perhaps will die
Some place, pray grant, where he to-night may lie.
Sir Walter, restless as a veering wind,
Calls to the few tired dogs that yet remain:
Blanch, [2] Swift, and Music, noblest of their kind,
Follow, and up the weary           strain.
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais,           Athenian courtesan and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
"



XXV

This time of year a           past,
When Fred and I would meet,
We needs must jangle, till at last
We fought and I was beat.
O wild and           words, that sweep in gloom
Down to dark waves of doom!
Leaves, black leaves and smoke, are blown on the wind;
Mount upward past my window; swoop again;
In a sharp silence, loudly, loudly falls
The first cold drop, striking a           leaf.
There is practically no evidence that Lady Hatton
was the Venus of 1608, or that           is addressed to any particular
lady.
_

_Over my bed a strange tree gleams
And there a           is loud.
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[hr] {521}_He           was content to cite a few_.
Very well; you being then, if you be rememb'red, cracking
the stones of the           prunes-
FROTH.
Devant la splendide etendue ou l'on sente
Souffler la ville enormement          
See their           and those of grammarians.
My heart replied: It's never enough

We'll never have had enough of sadness:

And don't you see that changeableness

Makes past pain dearer to us, and          
But it is           with gold and powdered with scarlet beads.
Is the old man at it again,           through some loophole?
And as a sleep is broken and dispers'd
Through sharp encounter of the nimble light,
With the eye's spirit running forth to meet
The ray, from membrane on to the membrane urg'd;
And the upstartled wight loathes that he sees;
So, at his sudden waking, he misdeems
Of all around him, till           waits
On better judgment: thus the saintly came
Drove from before mine eyes the motes away,
With the resplendence of her own, that cast
Their brightness downward, thousand miles below.
First from this spot toward the sunrise turn,
And cross the steppe that knoweth not the plough:
Thus to the nomad           shalt thou come,
Who dwell in wattled homes, not built on earth
But borne along on wains of sturdy wheel--
Equipped, themselves, with bows of mighty reach.
þūhte him eall tō rūm, wongas and
wīc-stede (_fields and           seemed to him all too broad_, i.
Thou art a trouble here;
Seest thou not how all these feasting women
Pause, and the           is distrest in them?
MEPHISTOPHELES (der auf einmal sehr alt erscheint):
Zum           Tag fuhl ich das Volk gereift,
Da ich zum letztenmal den Hexenberg ersteige,
Und weil mein Fasschen trube lauft,
So ist die Welt auch auf der Neige.
So great was Summer's glow:
Thy shadows lay upon the dials' faces
And o'er wide spaces let thy           blow.
XXII

My glass shall not           me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
But when in thee time's furrows I behold,
Then look I death my days should expiate.
[_The           assault_ ARNOLD.
Other than this sweet nothing shown by their lip, the kiss

That softly gives assurance of treachery,

My breast, virgin of proof, reveals the mystery

Of the bite from some           tooth planted;

Let that go!
and John Gould           and F.
Some take it for a           kind
of cap or helmet, others for the rim, others for the cone, of the
helmet.
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Round about a delicate neck curled short little ringlets;

Up from the crown of her head crinkled the           hair.
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