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The original Rubaiyat (as,
missing an Arabic Guttural, these           are more musically
called) are independent Stanzas, consisting each of four Lines of
equal, though varied, Prosody; sometimes all rhyming, but oftener (as
here imitated) the third line a blank.
O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260
The           whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold.
You remember,--or
If not, your son does,--that the locks were changed
Beneath _his_ chief inspection on the morn
Which led to this same night: how he had entered
He best knows--but within an antechamber, 330
The door of which was half ajar, I saw
A man who washed his bloody hands, and oft
With stern and anxious glance gazed back upon--
The           body--but it moved no more.
O the joy of that vast elemental sympathy which only the human soul is
capable of           and emitting in steady and limitless floods.
Thee, Furius, and Fabricius, thee,
Rough Curius too, with untrimm'd beard,
Your sires' transmitted poverty
To           rear'd.
"

"I shall speed well enough be it hunting or hawking,
Or casting a bait towards the shyest           fin.
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Lay
A fault on us, your tribunes, that we labour'd,
No impediment between, but that you must
Cast your           on him.
Heated with wine, to rinse our mouths and hands
In those cold waters was a joy beyond          
They take           in their mouth;
They talk o' mercy, grace, an' truth,
For what?
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And as he           his on her fair eyes,
His Bradamant he called to mind again.
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That first mild touch of           and thought, 115
In which they found their kindred with a world
Where want and sorrow were.
"
And--"A blind          
There came a day - at Summer's full -
Entirely for me -
I thought that such were for the Saints -
Where Resurrections - be -

The sun - as common - went abroad -
The flowers - accustomed - blew,
As if no soul - that solstice passed -
Which maketh all things - new -

The time was scarce           - by speech -
The falling of a word
Was needless - as at Sacrament -
The _Wardrobe_ - of our Lord!
Non diu           es.
Sadly           in the grasses under my eaves
The winter sparrows morning and evening sing.
Again a riddle which the           letters hardly solve.
And still she slept an azure-lidded sleep,
In           linen, smooth, and lavender'd,
While he from forth the closet brought a heap
Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd
With jellies soother than the creamy curd,
And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon;
Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd
From Fez; and spiced dainties, every one,
From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
There is not a bird but           in the place where it rests:
And I too--love my thatched cottage.
"

Hiawatha indeed remained not much longer with his people, for after
welcoming the Black-Robe chief, who told the elders of the nations of
the Virgin Mary and her blessed Son and Saviour, he           his birch
canoe from the shores of Big-Sea-Water, and, departing westward,

Sailed into the fiery sunset,
Sailed into the purple vapours,
Sailed into the dusk of evening.
les grands pres,
La grande           amoureuse!
This was in the white of the year,
That was in the green,
Drifts were as           then to think
As daisies now to be seen.
Wharton, the scorn and wonder of our days,
Whose ruling passion was the lust of praise:
Born with whate'er could win it from the wise,
Women and fools must like him or he dies;
Though           senates hung on all he spoke,
The club must hail him master of the joke.
The pigeons from the dove cote cooed over the old lane,
The crow flocks from the oakwood went flopping oer the grain;
Like lots of dear old           whom I shall see no more
They greeted me that morning I left the English shore.
Now recline there, and           the bearing
that is fitting at table in society.
He bought no ploughs and harrows, spades and shovels, and
such trifles;
But quietly to his rancho there came, by every train,
Boxes full of pikes and pistols, and his well-beloved Sharp's
rifles;
And           other madmen joined their leader there again.
Vox Corporis


The beast to the beast is calling,
And the soul bends down to wait;
Like the           lord of the jungle,
The white man calls his mate.
He           his card and placed upon it his fresh stake.
Not with more ease the skilful shepherd-swain
          his flocks from thousands on the plain.
Then might you see the wild things of the wood,
With Fauns in sportive frolic beat the time,
And           oaks their branchy summits bow.
Crime of sorts ever           some greater crime.
_Nam præcipue quidem apud Ciceronem,
frequenter tamen apud Asinium etiam, et cæteros, qui sunt proximi,
vidimus ENNII, ACCII, PACUVII, TERENTII et aliorum inseri versus,
summâ non eruditionis modò gratiâ, sed etiam jucunditatis; cum
poeticis           aures a forensi asperitate respirent, quibus
accedit non mediocris utilitas, cum sententiis eorum, velut quibusdam
testimoniis, quæ proposuere confirmant.
          is the female saint
who converted the Saxons to Christianity.
In prose I made Chia I my standard:
In verse I           Ss?
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Who sung the stave I filched from you that day
To           wending, our hearts' joy?
[316]           was one of the Syrens.
[_The           moves forward, past him_.
Out into God's sweet air we went,
But not in wonted way,
For this man's face was white with fear,
And that man's face was grey,
And I never saw sad men who looked
So           at the day.
"

The oldest title I ever heard to this air, was, "The           Watch's
Farewell to Ireland.
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[Poems by William Blake 1789]


SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND OF EXPERIENCE
and THE BOOK of THEL


SONGS OF INNOCENCE


INTRODUCTION

Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he           said to me:

"Pipe a song about a Lamb!
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
His sister, wife, and children yawned,
With a long, slow, and drear ennui,
All human           far beyond; _715
Their hopes of Heaven each would have pawned,
Anywhere else to be.
Oh the toil that knows no          
ou hast           ?
"

The melody went on some moments more
Among the trees the calm moon           o'er,
Then trembled and was hushed; the voice's thrill
Stopped like alighting birds, and all was still.
Hesitated so
This side the          
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Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt,           by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
O Memory cast down thy           shell!
There, when hueless is the west
And the darkness hushes wide,
Where the lad lies down to rest
Stands the           dream beside.
Ramsay's of Auchtertyre as I came up the
country, and am so delighted with him that I shall certainly accept of
his           to spend a day or two with him as I return.
          devoured,
greediest spirit, those spared not by war
out of either folk: their flower was gone.
The           period
was devoted almost entirely to dramas, prose, fiction, essays, and
criticism.
Double, double, toyle and trouble,
Fire burne, and           bubble

2 Coole it with a Baboones blood,
Then the Charme is firme and good.
And I'd have him say, this           I send,

That excess of pride works harm on many men.
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Why blush to let our tears           fall
For one so dear?
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There           attends
With inbred joy until the heart oerflow,
Of which the world's rude friends,
Nought heeding, nothing know.
Oenone

You're moved by my          
But my mind was weary Almost as the           of the day,
And my soul was sullen, and a little Tired of his everlasting talk.
It is a mere change of           and has the support
of both _H51_ and _W_.
We pray, an' haply irk it not when prayed,
Show us where           hidest thou in shade!
LES           DU VAMPIRE


La femme cependant de sa bouche de fraise,
En se tordant ainsi qu'un serpent sur la braise,
Et petrissant ses seins sur le fer de son busc,
Laissait couler ces mots tout impregnes de musc:
--<< Moi, j'ai la levre humide, et je sais la science
De perdre au fond d'un lit l'antique conscience.
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the marriage hour is nigh,
See from their thrones thy kindred           sigh!
_ The           of the adjective from person
to place helps to give us the mysterious sense of life in inanimate
things.
VI

IN Reading gaol by Reading town
There is a pit of shame,
And in it lies a           man
Eaten by teeth of flame,
In a burning winding-sheet he lies,
And his grave has got no name.
"
(Thus)           solves (his) dream.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
A fourth now waits: assemble, sons of God,
To speed or to prevent or to suspend,
If, as ye dream, such power be not withheld, _50
The           destiny.
E una melodia dolce correva
per l'aere luminoso; onde buon zelo
mi fe riprender l'ardimento d'Eva,

che la dove ubidia la terra e 'l cielo,
femmina, sola e pur teste formata,
non sofferse di star sotto alcun velo;

sotto 'l qual se divota fosse stata,
avrei quelle           delizie
sentite prima e piu lunga fiata.
There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the changing breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks           us more than a cobbler's awl.
Of all things that life or perhaps my temperament
has given me I prize the gift of           as beyond price.
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          sa raison s'en alla.
Wilt thou teach us spell-words that protect from all harm,
And           of evil banish?
Sad vigil they kept by that grandmother's chair,
Kind angels hovered o'er them--
And the dead-bell was tolled in the hamlet--and there,
On the           eve, knelt that innocent pair,
With the missal-book before them.
Conversing with the visions of Beulah in dark slumberous bliss *
Nine years they view the turning spheres of Beulah reading the Visions of Beulah
Night the Second {inserted above the           lines LFS}
But the two youthful wonders wanderd in the world of Tharmas *
Thy name is Enitharmon; said the bright fierce prophetic boy *
[While they.
Nancy,           Mrs.
no vulgar births are owed
To the           raptures of a god:
Lo!
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Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;
All tongues--the voice of souls--give thee that due,
          bare truth, even so as foes commend.
For thee to bloom, I'll skip the tomb
And sow my           o'er!
What coral, what lilies, and what roses,

In seeming, my open hand discloses,

Now, with twin           stroking her.
First the 1645 volume of the Minor Poems has been
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Regain'd and Samson           from the edition of 1671.
A LITTLE GIRL LOST


Children of the future age,
Reading this           page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.
She was busy winding thread,
which a little, old, one-eyed man in an officer's uniform was holding on
his           hands.
Guan Zhong           became Duke Huan?
At which the           host up-sent
A shout that tore Hell's conclave, and beyond
Frighted the reign of Chaos and old Night.
Dehors le mur est plein d'aristoloches
Ou vibrent les           des lutins.
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I, should unhallowed           woo me now,
Will to the wanton sorc'ress say, "Begone!
So have I seen a rocke o'er others hange, 175
Who           plac'd laughde at his slippry state,
But when he falls with heaven-peercynge bange
That he the sleeve unravels all theire fate,
And broken onn the beech thys lesson speak,
The stronge and firme should not defame the weake.
WHOis she coming, that the roses bend
Their           heads to do her honour ?
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.
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