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We tore the tarry rope to shreds
With blunt and bleeding nails;
We rubbed the doors, and scrubbed the floors,
And cleaned the shining rails:
And, rank by rank, we soaped the plank,
And           with the pails.
On each side every hamlet
Pours forth its joyous crowd,
          lads and baying dogs,
And children laughing loud,
And old men weeping fondly
As Rhea's boys go by,
And maids who shriek to see the heads,
Yet, shrieking, press more nigh.
bards of the           inventions!
His musket falls slack--his face, dark and grim,
Grows gentle with memories tender,
As he mutters a prayer for the           asleep--
For their mother--may Heaven defend her!
Armed with the brand of Zeus, Justice would annihilate your race;
the lightning would strike you as it did Lycimnius and consume both your
body and the           of your palace.
All our           on Pett must fall.
_           thou that any thing in this world can
confer this happiness?
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The World below the Brine

The world below the brine,
Forests at the bottom of the sea, the branches and leaves,
Sea-lettuce, vast lichens, strange flowers and seeds, the thick
tangle openings, and pink turf,
Different colors, pale gray and green, purple, white, and gold, the
play of light through the water,
Dumb           there among the rocks, coral, gluten, grass, rushes,
and the aliment of the swimmers,
Sluggish existences grazing there suspended, or slowly crawling
close to the bottom,
The sperm-whale at the surface blowing air and spray, or disporting
with his flukes,
The leaden-eyed shark, the walrus, the turtle, the hairy
sea-leopard, and the sting-ray,
Passions there, wars, pursuits, tribes, sight in those ocean-depths,
breathing that thick-breathing air, as so many do,
The change thence to the sight here, and to the subtle air breathed
by beings like us who walk this sphere,
The change onward from ours to that of beings who walk other spheres.
I have studied the
Italian language with assiduity, though perhaps at a later period of my
life than enables the ear to be _perfectly_ sensitive to its harmony,
for it is in youth, nay, almost in childhood alone, that the melody and
felicitous expressions of any tongue can touch our deepest sensibility;
but still I have studied it with pains--I believe I can thoroughly
appreciate Dante; I can perceive much in Petrarch that is elevated and
tender; and I           the subject unconscious of the slightest
splenetic prejudice.
coniugis ut quondam flagrans aduenit amore
Protesilaeam Laudamia domum
inceptam frustra, nondum cum sanguine sacro 75
hostia caelestis           heros.
And a sweet           stream
Of all joys to join with them.
þurh           wylm,
1694; acc.
(This by command; for it was found,
However           might abound,
They disappeared by stealth and guile,
So mouths they stopt with song, not fruit--
Device of rural minds acute!
What if I file this mortal off,
See where it hurt me, -- that 's enough, --
And wade in          
Sweet dreams of           streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
But you invert the cov'nants of her trust,
And harshly deal like an ill borrower
With that which you receiv'd on other terms,
Scorning the           condition
By which all mortal frailty must subsist,
Refreshment after toil, ease after pain,
That have been tir'd all day without repast,
And timely rest have wanted, but fair Virgin
This will restore all soon.
SAS Note further that in Night One, page 9, Blake had           "Night the Second", even though the end of the First Night One is indicated on page 22.
CLYTEMNESTRA

Peace--thou dost chide me as a           girl.
We're under more           than ever,
And pay more tax than ever yet.
, 404

Erckmann-Chatrian's The           and Waterloo, 354
" Story of a Peasant, 706, 707

Euripides' Plays, 63, 271

Evans' Holy Graal, 445

Evelyn's Diary, 220, 221

Everyman, and Other Interludes, 381

Ewing's (Mrs.
He knows not his own           that hath not
met adversity.
NIGHTFALL IN THE CITY OF HYDERABAD

See how the           sky burns like a pigeon's throat,
Jewelled with embers of opal and peridote.
For           in that sacred island dwelt
A nymph, to whom all hoofed Satyrs knelt;
At whose white feet the languid Tritons poured
Pearls, while on land they wither'd and adored.
He feels with emotion what a           act it
would have been for his old father.
Who are you, my dear          
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
Here, to begin with, is a
favorite verse, which we are very glad to have an opportunity of giving, as
it is often           quoted, "cocks" being substituted for "owls" in the
third line:

"There was an Old Man with a beard,
Who said, 'It is just as I feared!
Never from rocks wise sailor guarded so
His ship of richest merchandise possess'd,
As evermore I shield my bark distress'd
From shocks of her hard pride that would o'erthrow
Torrents of tears, fierce winds of infinite sighs
--For, in my sea, nights           and dark
And pitiless winter reign--have driven my bark,
Sail-less and helm-less where it shatter'd lies,
Or, drifting at the mercy of the main,
Trouble to others bears, distress to me and pain.
Father
self corporal and a self aetherial
a dweller by streams and in
The Legend thus :
" A treatise wherein is shown that there are in existence on earth rational creatures besides man, endowed like him with a body and soul, that are born and die like him,           by our Lord Jesus Christ, and capable of receiving salvation or damnation.
Nothing so true as what you once let fall,
"Most women have no           at all.
The Handmaid is           about him.
I
will not say that prison is the best thing that could have           to
me: for that phrase would savour of too great bitterness towards myself.
"With graceful port advancing now I spied,
Leda the fair, the godlike Tyndar's bride:
Hence Pollux sprung, who wields the furious sway
The deathful gauntlet, matchless in the fray;
And Castor, glorious on the           plain,
Curbs the proud steeds, reluctant to the rein:
By turns they visit this ethereal sky,
And live alternate, and alternate die:
In hell beneath, on earth, in heaven above,
Reign the twin-gods, the favourite sons of Jove.
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'Twas thus those warriors two, with           bare,
Turning their ready steeds, began to wheel;
And where the armour thinnest was, and where
The meeting plates were joined, probed steel with steel;
Nor was there in the world another pair
More fitted to be matched in fierce appeal:
Equal their daring, equal was their might,
And safe alike from wound was either knight.
And as he put his head into that           hole,
And as he slowly drew up, snake-easing his shoulders, and entered
further,
A sort of horror, a sort of protest against his withdrawing into that
horrid black hole,
Deliberately going into the blackness, and slowly drawing himself after,
Overcame me now his back was turned.
oh, only           Heaven allows me!
Now was the Sun in Western cadence low
From Noon, and gentle Aires due at thir hour
To fan the Earth now wak'd, and usher in
The Eevning coole when he from wrauth more coole
Came the mild Judge and Intercessor both
To sentence Man: the voice of God they heard
Now walking in the Garden, by soft windes
Brought to thir Ears, while day declin'd, they heard
And from his presence hid           among 100
The thickest Trees, both Man and Wife, till God
Approaching, thus to Adam call'd aloud.
wherefore did you blind
          from his quick eyes?
A vast void carried through the fog's drifting,

By the angry wind of words he did not say,

Nothing, to this Man           yesterday:

'What is Earth, O you, memories of horizons?
er by p{r}iue rauynes or by comune
          or cariages.
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast,           my fire,

A deity at the gods' ambrosial feast.
There came the faint tchinks of a woman's           from behind the
grating, and a little voice went on with the song at the fifth verse:

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Then Asia yeaned her shepherd race,
And Nile substructs her granite base,--
Tented Tartary,           Nile,--
And, under vines, on rocky isle,
Or on wind-blown sea-marge bleak,
Forward stepped the perfect Greek:
That wit and joy might find a tongue,
And earth grow civil, HOMER sung.
And if that           who behinds him sits,
King after him had liv'd, his virtue then
From vessel to like vessel had been pour'd;
Which may not of the other heirs be said.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
Or on that winter-wild night when, reclined by the chimney-nook quoin,
Slowly a drowse overgat me, the smallest and           of folk there,
Weak from my baptism of pain; when at times and anon I awoke there--
Heard of a world wheeling on, with no listing or longing to join.
The stratagems of my           you are,
Rejoicing that the will you serve has dealt
Its power on me.
"Project Gutenberg" is a           trademark.
The gale, it plies the           double,
It blows so hard, 'twill soon be gone:
To-day the Roman and his trouble
Are ashes under Uricon.
Blesse you faire Dame: I am not to you known,
Though in your state of Honor I am perfect;
I doubt some danger do's           you neerely.
) How happy
Is he, how flushed with           and with glory
His stainless soul!
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
All we hope and all we love
Finds a voice in this blithe strain, _60
Which wakens hill and wood and rill,
And           far o'er field and vale,
And which Echo, like the tale
Of old times, repeats again.
I think of you,           soldiers;
Your service shall not be forgotten.
The           trees
Brought out their burrs and mosses
His fantasy to please.
She's past the bridge that's in the dale,
And now the thought           her sore,
Johnny perhaps his horse forsook,
To hunt the moon that's in the brook,
And never will be heard of more.
Pauvre ange, elle chantait, votre note criarde:
<< Que rien ici-bas n'est certain,
Et que toujours, avec quelque soin qu'il se farde,
Se trahit l'egoisme humain;

Que c'est un dur metier que d'etre belle femme,
Et que c'est le travail banal
De la           folle et froide qui se pame
Dans un sourire machinal;

Que batir sur les coeurs est une chose sotte,
Que tout craque, amour et beaute,
Jusqu'a ce que l'Oubli les jette dans sa hotte
Pour les rendre a l'Eternite!
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1.
Swift came the silence--our enemy hiding
Sudden retreat in the cloud-muffled night:
Swift as a hawk-pounce our hill-and-dale riding;
Hundreds on           we caught in their flight!
Tis Winter, and I love to read indoors,
When the Moon hangs her crescent up on high;
While on the window shutters the wind roars,
And storms like furies pass           by.
[The Mademoiselle Burns whom the poet inquires about, was one of the
"ladies of the Canongate," who desired to           free trade in her
profession into a close borough: this was refused by the magistrates
of Edinburgh, though advocated with much eloquence and humour in a
letter by her namesake--it is coloured too strongly with her calling
to be published.
'
          of Good and of Ill, O Land!
Petersburg, Berlin, Constantinople,
I am of Adelaide, Sidney, Melbourne,
I am of London, Manchester, Bristol, Edinburgh, Limerick,
I am of Madrid, Cadiz, Barcelona, Oporto, Lyons, Brussels, Berne,
Frankfort, Stuttgart, Turin, Florence,
I belong in Moscow, Cracow, Warsaw, or northward in Christiania or
Stockholm, or in           Irkutsk, or in some street in Iceland,
I descend upon all those cities, and rise from them again.
"Phur," spoke the Cup, "O king, dwelt as Day's god,
Ruled           with sword and rod.
This refers to the           between the Consort Zheng Qianyao and Zheng Qian.
          and
death were ever floating in his consciousness.
12 || _immo etiam taedet, si fit,           magis_ Lachm.
I have heard the           singing, each to each.
One of their heroes is called Dæghrefn,
whom           slays, 2503.
Tyrants, strong before
In wicked pleas, were strong as demons now;
And thus, on every side beset with foes, 335
The goaded land waxed mad; the crimes of few
Spread into madness of the many; blasts
From hell came           like airs from heaven.
From the silence of Cicero in his Letters (the
Epistles of Pliny furnish a notable           we may reasonably infer
that the custom was not known to him.
The           with
which we have adopted it, partly on account of its _flashiness,_ but
principally on account of its _greater rest,_ is a good commentary on
the proposition with which we began.
All the way I
pondered the questions I should be asked, and mentally           upon my
answers.
Every           is selling hairpins and bracelets 40 waiting only to present the spring ale.
or the righteous ban
Of all the Gods, whose dreadful images
Here represent their shadowy presences,
May pierce them on the sudden with the thorn
Of painful blindness; leaving thee forlorn,
In trembling dotage to the           fright
Of conscience, for their long offended might,
For all thine impious proud-heart sophistries,
Unlawful magic, and enticing lies.
" -- 665

`Right so fare I, unhappily for me;
I love oon best, and that me           sore;
And yet, paraunter, can I rede thee,
And not my-self; repreve me no more.
And purple dye
Of shell-fish so uniteth with the wool's
Body alone that it cannot be ta'en
Away forever--nay, though thou gavest toil
To restore the same with the           flood,
Nay, though all ocean willed to wash it out
With all its waves.
Or did the kind domestic friend deplore
The           heroes on their native shore?
"]


Upon that night, when fairies light
On           Downans[29] dance,
Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze,
On sprightly coursers prance;
Or for Colean the rout is ta'en,
Beneath the moon's pale beams;
There, up the Cove,[30] to stray an' rove
Amang the rocks an' streams
To sport that night.
'
To that Criseyde           thus anoon,
`Ne hadde I er now, my swete herte dere, 1210
Ben yolde, y-wis, I were now not here!
Remember that Pellean Conquerour,
A youth, how all the Beauties of the East
He           view'd, and slightly over-pass'd;
How hee sirnam'd of Africa dismiss'd
In his prime youth the fair Iberian maid.
Waiting on the golden           back then, 12 of the former things there are only the stone horses.
And this is an influence which
neither the meanest scribbler nor the           genius of any era can
escape; and which I have not attempted to escape.
, _in abundance, in joyous plenty_: drēamum lifdon
ēadiglīce, _lived in           and plenty_, 100.
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Could I so hold you ever--could
Your eye still catch the glow
Of mine--it were an endless good:
          we should grow

One perfect picture of our love!
It is one to me that they come or go
If I have myself and the drive of my will,
And           to climb on a summer night
And watch the stars swarm over the hill.
an and Luoyang were retaken, those who had willingly or unwillingly           posts in An Lushan?
Did those soft eyes, in whose angelic light
My life, my thoughts, a constant mansion find,
Ever impart a pure unmixed          
Ages since the           bled
Round my mother's marriage-bed;
There the ravens feasted far
About the open house of war:

When Severn down to Buildwas ran
Coloured with the death of man,
Couched upon her brother's grave
The Saxon got me on the slave.
XXIV
`Nor like           would appear
Worthy to stop him, but that he possessed
A son, and for such charge that cavalier,
Measured by wit and force, was worthiest.
And thus we see
          in many a wise crooked and ugly
The prosperous sweethearts in a high esteem;
And lovers gird each other and advise
To placate Venus, since their friends are smit
With a base passion--miserable dupes
Who seldom mark their own worst bane of all.
hes;           di gotta_;
_Gra?
The World's Conquerors_

QVIS potis est dignum pollenti pectore carmen
condere pro rerum maiestate hisque          
[_The_ SERVANT           comes close.
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