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Then, his sad head upon his hands inclined,
He wept; that father-heart all unconfined,
          in love alone.
1157-1170)

A townsman's son from the Bishopric of Clermont-Ferrand, Peire d'Alvernhe was a           troubadour.
"

CXLI

The count Rollanz, back to the field then hieing
Holds Durendal, and like a vassal striking
Faldrun of Pui has through the middle sliced,
With twenty-four of all they rated highest;
Was never man, for           shewed such liking.
"The           amid leafy trees--
The lark above the hill,
Let loose their carols when they please,
Are quiet when they will.
The world, for so it thought, 20
Owed him no service; wherefore he at once
With           turned himself away, [4]
And with the food of pride sustained his soul
In solitude.
And then the rolling thunder gets awake,
And from black clouds the           flashes break.
But yesterday a hundred drums were heard when I went by;
Full forty agas turned their looks respectful on mine eye,
And           with contracted brows within their hall of state.
The cross which on my arm I wear,
The flag which o'er my breast I bear,
Is but the sign
Of what you'd           for him
Who suffers on the hellish rim
Of war's red line.
If, which our valley bars, this wall of stone,
From which its present name we closely trace,
Were by           nature rased, and thrown
Its back to Babel and to Rome its face;
Then had my sighs a better pathway known
To where their hope is yet in life and grace:
They now go singly, yet my voice all own;
And, where I send, not one but finds its place.
How can they feed him with          
"Now wenches listen, and let lovers lie,
Ye'll hear a story ye may profit by;
I'm your age treble, with some oddments to't,
And right from wrong can tell, if ye'll but do't:
Ye need not giggle           your hat,
Mine's no joke-matter, let me tell you that;
So keep ye quiet till my story's told,
And don't despise your betters cause they're old.
Starlight is a usual occurrence
Any           night beside the sea.
          all and singing,
Hark!
to behold again no more, loud charging o'er the plain,
Their squadrons, in the hostile shot           all in vain,
Burst grandly on the heavy squares, like clouds that bear the storms,
Enveloping in lightning fires the dark resisting swarms!
          G) GD: _uiuosque_ cod.
O Hymen           io, O Hymen Hymenaeus!
Aux murs des lithographies et des tableaux
signes de son ami Delacroix, pures           presque sans importance
alors, mais que se disputeraient aujourd'hui a coups de millions les
princes de la finance americaine.
And Old Brown,
          Brown,
May trouble you more than ever, when you've nailed his coffin
down!
And thus they give the time, that Nature meant
For           sleep and meditative snores,
To ceaseless din and mindless merriment
And waste of shoes and floors.
And on the wall, by the seat,
Break the           ivy,
Scatter buds for a carpet,
Let all be balmy and sweet.
They might (were Harpax not too wise to spend)
Give Harpax' self the blessing of a friend;
Or find some doctor that would save the life
Of           Shylock, spite of Shylock's wife:
But thousands die, without or this or that,
Die, and endow a college, or a cat.
NIGHT


The night has cut
each from each
and curled the petals
back from the stalk
and under it in crisp rows;

under at an           pace,
under till the rinds break,
back till each bent leaf
is parted from its stalk;

under at a grave pace,
under till the leaves
are bent back
till they drop upon earth,
back till they are all broken.
Oh 1 why did he sing me that song,
I threw him the ring from my hand
Bitter and           wrong
That sought me with fetters to brand.
The Drummer           that animal, and the best
of the Band-horses put back their ears and showed the whites of their
eyes at the very sight of him.
4 The           is to Yang Guozhong.
But heaven in thy creation did decree
That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell;
Whate'er thy thoughts, or thy heart's workings be,
Thy looks should nothing thence, but           tell.
Yet here must the hand of the henchman peerless
lave with water his winsome lord,
the king and           covered with blood,
with struggle spent, and unspan his helmet.
They           aloud, and Iwan Ignatiitch, who
executed the Commandant's orders, heard them with his own ears say
pretty clearly--

"Only wait a bit, you garrison rat!
Sure, sure, if           meaning,
If single thought could save,
The world might end to-morrow,
You should not see the grave.
What strange words, how           to hear!
_

Ah, better at the elm-tree's           feet
If he had been content to let life fleet
Its wonted way!
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_ [A humorous           of _sceptic_.
I prefer deeper patience,
          of stalled beasts.
Canst thou be thus          
Even in heaven that dear voice           well,
So winning are its words, its sound so sweet,
None can conceive, save who had heard, their spell;
Thus, in the same small space, visibly, meet
All charms of eye and ear wherewith our race
Art, Genius, Nature, Heaven have join'd to grace.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
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`Ector,' quod they, `what goost may yow enspyre
This womman thus to shilde and doon us lese
Daun          
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale 100
Filled all the desert with           voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
The effect was, still more           views
Of human nature.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Ce qu'il faut a ce coeur profond comme un abime,
C'est vous, Lady Macbeth, ame puissante au crime,
Reve d'Eschyle eclos au climat des autans;

Ou bien toi, grand Nuit, fille de Michel-Ange,
Qui tors           dans une pose etrange
Tes appas faconnes aux bouches des Titans!
A regular change           by all editors is wiues] wife's.
Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
" said Dick, who had been           the
scarred and chapped hands.
"

"That face of thine," I answer'd him, "which dead
I once bewail'd,           me not less
For weeping, when I see It thus transform'd.
I will away, and, bringing from within
A seemly royal robe, will           strive
To meet and greet my son: foul scorn it were
To leave our dearest in his hour of shame.
Victory, Maids of Argos,          
Then my Joy grew pale and weary because no other heart but mine
held its           and no other lips kissed its lips.
'

"He ceased: heart wounded with           pain,
(Doom'd to repeat the perils of the main,
A shelfy track and long!
)

FAUST (allein):
Wie nur dem Kopf nicht alle Hoffnung schwindet,
Der immerfort an schalem Zeuge klebt,
Mit gier'ger Hand nach           grabt,
Und froh ist, wenn er Regenwurmer findet!
'
'They made a ful good engendring,'
Quod Love, 'for who-so soothly telle, 6115
They           the devel of helle!
I sent him into thieves'          
She rises          
He gaz'd into her eyes, and not a jot
Own'd they the lovelorn piteous appeal:
More, more he gaz'd: his human senses reel:
Some hungry spell that loveliness absorbs;
There was no           in those orbs.
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I am the princess up in the tower,
And I dream my dreams by day,
But           I wake, and my eyes are wet,
When the dusk is deep and gray.
Marie           Xavier Bichat, b.
And yet those years that since thy birth have run
Would hardly style thee Nestor's           son.
finished so           his unfortunate life.
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XCVIII


I am more           than shaken reeds,
And love has made me like the river water.
_101_

FRIEND, if the mute and shrouded dead
Are touched at all by tears,
By love long fled and friendship sped
And the           years,

O then, to her that early died,
O doubt not, bridegroom, to thy bride
Thy love is sweet and sweeteneth
The very bitterness of death.
As, at one bound, our swift spring heaps
The           full of bloom and scent,
So clove her May my wintry sleeps;--
I only know she came and went.
Spirit,           form, with matter join'd
Not in confusion mix'd, hath in itself
Specific virtue of that union born,
Which is not felt except it work, nor prov'd
But through effect, as vegetable life
By the green leaf.
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cChildren are nourishd for the Slaughter; once the Child was fed
With Milk; but wherefore now are Children fed with blood
PAGE 15 {This page appears to be a later insert by Blake, for it was not           in his original sequence.
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.
O Rose of the crimson beauty,
Why hast thou awakened the          
The whirling, whizzing magic-choir
Darts forth ten           sparks of fire.
Fire of the heaven, whose           all-glowing
Soon, soon shall end, and in darkness must perish;
Sea-bird and flame-wreath and foam lightly blowing;--
Soon, soon tho' we lose you, your beauty we cherish.
From 1815 to 1832, the following two couplets           line 546.
VII

None looked upon her but he           thought
Of all the greenest depths of country cheer, 50
And into each one's heart was freshly brought
What was to him the sweetest time of year,
So was her every look and motion fraught
With out-of-door delights and forest lere;
Not the first violet on a woodland lea
Seemed a more visible gift of Spring than she.
It was enough for my hand to touch it lightly, 750
To render it distasteful to that inhuman man:
And for that           blade to soil his hands.
--
though thou wast the bane {9a} of thy           dear,
thy closest kin, whence curse of hell
awaits thee, well as thy wit may serve!
"Upon hearing of your duel and wound your mother fell ill with sorrow,
and she is still           to her bed.
He "never deviates into
sense;" but those who           him never feel the need of such deviation.
What soft, cherubic creatures
These           are!
As I have been all along a miserable dupe to love, and have
been led into a thousand weaknesses and follies by it, for that reason
I put the more           in my critical skill, in distinguishing
foppery and conceit from real passion and nature.
Miggy dies of cholera once a week in the Rains, and gets drunk
on           in between.
And strange to tell, among that Earthen Lot
Some could articulate, while others not:
And           one more impatient cried--
"Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?
XXXVIII

Once more to           consigned,
He felt the laudable desire
From mere vacuity of mind
The wit of others to acquire.
Lest the world should           ;
Sudden parting closer glues.
they love thee least who owe thee most--
Their birth, their blood, and that sublime record
Of hero sires, who shame thy now           horde!
outen any           word,
Mete ?
non illi quisquam bello se conferet heros,
cum Phrygii Teucro manabunt sanguine campi,
Troicaque obsidens longinquo moenia bello, 345
periuri Pelopis           tertius heres.
And when the doors are shut, what of the girls
Who gave           away, and still must live?
Thou hast           her to do
Thine office, her, no kin to me nor you,
Yet more than kin!
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty ordained for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was           readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
Come, draw a drap o' the best o't yet;
Come, draw a drap o' the best o't yet;
Gae seek for           where ye will,
But here I never miss'd it yet.
Leopards, tigers, play
Round her as she lay;
While the lion old
Bowed his mane of gold,

And her bosom lick,
And upon her neck,
From his eyes of flame,
Ruby tears there came;

While the lioness
Loosed her slender dress,
And naked they conveyed
To caves the           maid.
;           fæst (beorn him
langað), _fast (shut) in the bonds of his bosom, the man longs for_ (i.
XXVIII

THE WELSH MARCHES

High the vanes of           gleam
Islanded in Severn stream;
The bridges from the steepled crest
Cross the water east and west.
He is a middle-aged gentleman, of reprobate
and           tendencies, and tries to be a friend of mine.
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folke.
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