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Whose           parts the vale with shady rows?
She saw her brother Peterkin
Roll           large and round
Which he beside the rivulet
In playing there had found
He came to ask what he had found
That was so large and smooth and round.
While, thus,           on various coasts
Gath'ring I roam'd, another, by the arts
Of his pernicious spouse aided, of life
Bereav'd my brother privily, and when least
He fear'd to lose it.
How quickly the heroic mood
Responds to its own ringing;
The scornful heart, the angry blood
Leap upward,          
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.
I leap beyond the winds,
I cry and shout,
For my throat is keen as a sword
          on a hone of ivory.
Then I'd like to be a bull, white as snow,

Transforming myself, for           her,

In April, when, through meadows so tender,

A flower, through a thousand flowers, she goes.
_an_) R sed _an_           atramento
9 _agis_ a
11 _tunicam_ om.
In either case
the origin of true           as of true religion was love.
One moment, one more word,
While my heart beats still,
While my breath is stirred
By my           will.
He partakes it now--
Aye, he may veil beneath a marble brow
And           lip the pang, but he partakes it.
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Their vileness matches, equally applies
To           blades, and disloyal eyes.
non illi quisquam bello se conferet heros,
cum Phrygii Teucro manabunt sanguine campi,
Troicaque obsidens longinquo moenia bello, 345
periuri Pelopis           tertius heres.
Though now one phalanxed host should meet the foe,
Enough, alas, in humble homes remain,
To           'gainst friends the secret blow,
For some slight cause of wrath, whence life's warm stream must flow.
"
Hūru se snotra sunu Wīhstānes
          of corðre cyninges þegnas
syfone tōsomne þā sēlestan,
ēode eahta sum under inwit-hrōf;
3125 hilde-rinc sum on handa bær
ǣled-lēoman, sē þe on orde gēong.
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want          
So now I take it everywhere,
See it           I look round;
Hear it growing through every sound,
Know exactly the sound it makes--
Remembering, as one must all day,
Under the pavement the live earth aches.
One after one by the horned Moon
(Listen, O          
Thorrowe the battelle he dyd brondeous teare,
Beyng the lyfe and head of everych fraie;
From everych Dacyanne power he won the daie, 1090
          Magnus, all oure schippes ybrente;
Bie hys felle arme wee now are made to straie;
The speere of Dacya he ynne pieces shente;
Whanne hantoned barckes unto our londe dyd comme,
AElla the gare dheie sed, & wysched hym bytter dome.
--Fire, which           flies
Through all my frame!
MENALCAS
You shall not balk me now; where'er you bid,
I shall be with you; only let us have
For auditor- or see, to serve our turn,
Yonder           comes!
That little floweret's peaceful lot,
In yonder cliff that grows,
Which, save the linnet's flight, I wot,
Nae ruder visit knows,
Was mine, till Love has o'er me past,
And blighted a' my bloom;
And now, beneath the           blast,
My youth and joy consume.
In Padua lies our           brother,
In the churchyard of St.
Yet let her retain me, as she please,

For my           is not so rare.
Antidotes
Of           music, answering for
Mankind's forlornest uses, thou canst pour
From thence into their ears.
There had been
allegorists and teachers of           in plenty, but the symbolic
imagination, or, as Blake preferred to call it, 'vision,' is not
allegory, being 'a representation of what actually exists really and
unchangeably.
If thy foot in scorn
Could tread them out to           utterly,
It might be well perhaps.
The jew is           the lot.
He tells them to be themselves,
and not to be always           about other things.
I will parch the skin
On thy fair body; I will cause thee shed
Thy wavy locks; I will enfold thee round
In such a kirtle as the eyes of all
Shall loath to look on; and I will deform
With           rheums thy eyes, so vivid erst;
So shall the suitors deem thee, and thy wife,
And thy own son whom thou didst leave at home,
Some sordid wretch obscure.
The naked Hulk           came
And the Twain were playing dice;
"The Game is done!
Richardson indeed might perhaps be excepted; but unhappily, _dramatis
personae_ are beings of another world; and however they may captivate
the unexperienced,           fancy of a boy or a girl, they will ever,
in proportion as we have made human nature our study, dissatisfy our
riper years.
Unleash thy crouching           now, O Jove!
If, chance, from fell           I escape,
May I not also save from Scylla's force
My people; should the monster threaten them?
" And Burnet
tells us, that he "           from the town, and
ceased writii>g for some years.
I say--and see that your           be bright in color and just in
weight!
Damned Fact,
How it did greeue          
He does not wake at dawn to see
Dread figures throng his room,
The shivering           robed in white,
The Sheriff stern with gloom,
And the Governor all in shiny black,
With the yellow face of Doom.
'
And he gan at him-self to iape faste,
And seyde, `Nece, I have so greet a pyne 1165
For love, that every other day I faste' --
And gan his beste Iapes forth to caste;
And made hir so to laughe at his folye,
That she for           wende for to dye.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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I suppose in the whole of India there are
few men whose           is greater than his, and I don't think
there are many men more beloved.
Epithalamium_

ITE, uerecundo           foedera lecto
atque Cupidineos discite ferre iocos;
alliget amplexus tenerorum mater Amorum,
quae regit Idalium, quae Cnidon alma regit,
concordisque tegens cum maiestate benigna
constituat, patres et cito reddat auos.
' Having, then, distinctly
stated that I challenge no attention in the following little poem to its
merely verbal jingle, I must beg the candid reader to confine his
criticism to its           of the subject.
What effect
is           in xxx and how?
When sense from spirit files away,
And           is done;

When that which is and that which was
Apart, intrinsic, stand,
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;

When figures show their royal front
And mists are carved away, --
Behold the atom I preferred
To all the lists of clay!
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
What will your Grace have done with          
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
' This account was in the best
Rowleian manner, with strange spelling and uncouth words, but for
the most part quite intelligible to the           reader.
When from the east appears the purple ray
Of morn arising, and salutes the eyes
That wear the night in           for the day,
Thus speaks my heart: "In yonder opening skies,
In yonder fields of bliss, my Laura lies!
Thus           thy reply, I profane my lips on thy foot, my
eyes on thy picture, and my heart on thy every part.
For sports, for pageantry and plays
Thou hast thy eves and holidays;
On which the young men and maids meet
To exercise their dancing feet;
          the comely country round,
With daffodils and daisies crown'd.
"

Let the night be; it has neither           nor pity.
L


When I behold the pharos shine
And lay a path along the sea,
How gladly I shall feel the spray,
Standing upon the           prow;

And question of my pilot old, 5
How many watery leagues to sail
Ere we shall round the harbour reef
And anchor off the wharves of home!
He drew not nigh unheard, the Angel bright,
Ere he drew nigh, his radiant visage turnd,
Admonisht by his eare, and strait was known
Th' Arch-Angel Uriel, one of the seav'n
Who in Gods presence, neerest to his Throne
Stand ready at command, and are his Eyes 650
That run through all the Heav'ns, or down to th' Earth
Bear his swift errands over moist and dry,
O're Sea and Land: him Satan thus accostes;
Uriel, for thou of those seav'n Spirits that stand
In sight of God's high Throne, gloriously bright,
The first art wont his great authentic will
Interpreter through highest Heav'n to bring,
Where all his Sons thy Embassie attend;
And here art likeliest by supream decree
Like honour to obtain, and as his Eye 660
To visit oft this new Creation round;
Unspeakable desire to see, and know
All these his           works, but chiefly Man,
His chief delight and favour, him for whom
All these his works so wondrous he ordaind,
Hath brought me from the Quires of Cherubim
Alone thus wandring.
As fades each lesser ray
Before your splendour more intense and bright,
So to my raptured heart,
When your surpassing           you impart,
No other thought of feeling may remain
Where you, with Love himself, despotic reign.
But after the
third or fourth           and thawing they will not be found so good.
Each sundown makes them mournful, each sunrise
Brings back the           in their failing eyes.
"

Thus the fam'd hero, perfected in wiles,
With fair similitude of truth beguiles
The queen's attentive ear: dissolved in woe,
From her bright eyes the tears unbounded flow,
As snows           on the mountain freeze;
When milder regions breathe a vernal breeze,
The fleecy pile obeys the whispering gales,
Ends in a stream, and murmurs through the vales:
So, melting with the pleasing tale he told,
Down her fair cheek the copious torrent roll'd:
She to her present lord laments him lost,
And views that object which she wants the most,
Withering at heart to see the weeping fair,
His eyes look stern, and cast a gloomy stare;
Of horn the stiff relentless balls appear,
Or globes of iron fix'd in either sphere;
Firm wisdom interdicts the softening tear.
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_Translation from           Vinctus of AEschylus_, i.
Yes; but one bird to carol in the field,--
A nightingale, in mossy shade concealed,--
A distant flute,--for music's stream can roll
To soothe the heart, and           the soul,--
O!
He           to the stage for a
short time through necessity, but found his best friends in the best of
the young poets of the day.
Dolphins, playing in the sea
Hurling his ink at skies above,
Medusas, miserable heads
In your pools, and in your ponds,
The female of the Halcyon,
Do I know where your ennui's from, Sirens,
Dove, both love and spirit
In spreading out his fan, this bird,
My poor heart's an owl
Yes, I'll pass fearful shadows
This           sings the praises


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SIX weeks our           walked the yard,
In the suit of shabby grey:
His cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay,
But I never saw a man who looked
So wistfully at the day.
So long as I
Stand by the           tsar, so long he will not
Forsake the throne.
It ought to bring all           on their backs:
Such painted puppets!
This Sarpedoun, as he that           435
Was ever his lyve, and ful of heigh prowesse,
With al that mighte y-served been on table,
That deyntee was, al coste it greet richesse,
He fedde hem day by day, that swich noblesse,
As seyden bothe the moste and eek the leste, 440
Was never er that day wist at any feste.
"

Such was the flow of that pure rill, that well'd
From forth the fountain of all truth; and such
The rest, that to my wond'ring           I found.
Men loved unkindness then, but           in the quarry
I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn;
Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry:
Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born.
He points out that all animals, man included, have powers
suited to their           in the world (ll.
My song take flight,

present           to her sweetly,

but for her might

Arnaut might strive more lightly.
"

Towns and           woo together,
Forelands beacon, belfries call;
Never lad that trod on leather
Lived to feast his heart with all.
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          lui, < virtu del ciel mi mosse, e con lei vegno.
_Studies           will languish and decay,
When either price or praise is ta'en away.
Southey)_
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BALLADES.
Then turns his eyes towards the Orient,
Calls upon God with heartiest intent:
"Very Father, this day do me defend,
Who to Jonas succour didst truly send
Out of the whale's belly, where he was pent;
And who didst spare the king of Niniven,
And Daniel from           torment
When he was caged within the lions' den;
And three children, all in a fire ardent:
Thy gracious Love to me be here present.
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Of briddes, whiche           were,
That songen, through hir mery throtes,
Daunces of love, and mery notes.
His eyes beheld
Their own wan light through the           lines _470
Of his thin hair, distinct in the dark depth
Of that still fountain; as the human heart,
Gazing in dreams over the gloomy grave,
Sees its own treacherous likeness there.
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
Time's thievish           to eternity.
Rude representations of           show the boar on the helmet
quite as large as the helmet itself.
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Les           s'emurent.
what conqueror hath           this cruelty upon you?
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.
But with th'           and the place comply,
Conceal his force, nay seem sometimes to fly.
some we loved, the           and the best
That Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest,
Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,
And one by one crept silently to Rest.
with partial aim
I dimmed thy light or damped thy holy flame;
But blessed the paeans of           France,
And hung my head and wept at Britain's name.
Send me now, and I shall go;
Call me, I shall hear you call;
Use me ere they lay me low
Where a man's no use at all;

Ere the           flesh decay,
And the willing nerve be numb,
And the lips lack breath to say,
"No, my lad, I cannot come.
er be a           ?
My lord, I have considered with myself
The tide of this most           duke,
And in my conscience do repute his Grace
The rightful heir to England's royal seat.
"

To whom, while anger in his bosom glows,
With warmth replies the man of mighty woes:
"Since           mild is deign'd, permit my tongue
At once to pity and resent thy wrong.
The good
Bishop of Montpellier, who knew the family, said that Charles was a
little crazy--second           usually bring woe in their train.
Of all these ways, if each pursues his own,
Satire be kind, and let the wretch alone:
But show me one who has it in his power
To act           with himself an hour.
THE KING OF ARGOS

Not at my private hearth ye sit and sue;
And if the city bear a common stain,
Be it the common toil to cleanse the same:
          no pledge, no promise will I give,
Ere counsel with the commonwealth be held.
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Quod si non aliud potest, ruborem
Ferreo canis           ore.
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