Xaostomathy

Within you: now with strong unerring grasp
On the other side he of Amphitryon named
Of mortal-slayer Mars, while to and fro
In battle. He the undaunted son of Jove
Distinct; nor wonder: this of mortal man,
From the ripe vines, which from the vintagers
And from the darkening lashes of her eyes,
Of loves' all-charming goddess: fair she was,
She breathed enamoring fragrance, like the breath,
War-mighty, he of war shall take his fill."
With mortal men: both from her tressed head,
Went forth, and to the fell Eurystheus bore
Of lofty branch, pine tree, and poplar deep
He with the modest partner of his bed
Lay stretched amidst them, and two boars beside
With mortal men: both from her tressed head,
Slain by his hand; to Creon suppliant came,
Next them were knights, painful effort made
Might one in prudence vie, of all who sprang
And from the darkening lashes of her eyes,
"O hero Iolaus! Dearest far
Taphians and Teloboans, this the task
War-mighty, he of war shall take his fill."
Of love's all-charming goddess: fair she was,
Amphitryon sinned, when to the fair-walled Thebes
Of wisdom; who from his parental home
Maddened to sudden rage: his native soil
Of love's all-charming goddess: fair she was,

I met murder on the way--
And upborne on wings whose grain
Like a dream's dim imagery:
Thoughts sprung whereever that step did fall
Brighter than the viper's scale,
Like the vapor of a vale:
And was proceeding with intent
Over English land he passed,
Seven blood-hounds followed him:
The horse of death tameless as wind
A rushing light of clouds and splendor.
For he knew the palaces
Had turned every drop of blood
And glare with lightnings as they fly.
Lawyers and priests, a motley crowd,
Over the heads of men--so fast
'You are not, as impostors say,
As stars from night's loose hair are shaken,
With waiting for a better day;
Brighter than the viper's scale,
A sense awakening and yet tender
Misery, oh, misery!'
He had a mask like Castlereagh--
Looked--and ankle-deep in blood,
And he wore a kingly crown;
Small at first, and weak, and frail
Like tower-crowned giants striding fast,

Will be proclaimed as law in the land. Alas! In the meantime
Touched were their hearts at her story, and warmest and friendliest welcome\
Silently, therefore, he laid his hand on the head of the maiden.
Borne aloft on his comrades' arms, came Michael the fiddler.
Day by day they glided adown the turbulent river
Garlands of Spanish moss and of mystic mistletoe flaunted,
Scattered like dust and leaves, when the mighty blasts of October
Friends they sought and homes; and many, despairing, heart-broken
Waste are those pleasant farms, and the farmers forever departed
Fell from her beautiful lips, and blessed the cup as she gave it.
Distant, secluded, still, the little village of Grand-Pre
Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands
"Once in an ancient city, whose name I no longer remember,
And as she gazed from the window, she saw serenely the moon pass
Such was the vision Evangeline saw as she lumbered beneath it.
Sounds of psalms, that were sung by the Swedes in their church a Wicaco.
Linger a few Acadian peasants, whose fathers from exile
And the streets still reecho the names of the trees of the forest,
There old Rene Leblanc had died; and when he departed,
Waste are those peasant farms, and the farmers forever departed!
Wearing her Norman cap, and her kirtle of blue, and the ear-rings

Strongly have built them and well; and breaking the glove round about them,
With them Evangeline went, and her guide, the father Felician.
That the dying once more might rejoice in thier fragrance and beauty.
Thronged were the streets with people; and noisy groups at the house-doors
Only along the shore of the mournful and misty Atlantic
Ran through her frame, and, forgotten, flowerets dropped from her fingers,
Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands,
Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever,
But made answer the reverend man, and he smiled as he answered,--
Yet must I bow and obey, and deliver the will of our monarch;
Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean
Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answeres the wail of the forest.
Where is the thatch-roofed village, the hime of Acadian farmers,--
Dreamlike, with beaming eyes and the rush of fluttering garments.
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
We will follow him fast, and bring him back to his prison."
Lighted less by the lamp than the shining face of the maiden.
Then, with a smile of content, thus answered Basil the blacksmith,
Men and women and children, who, guided by hope or by hearsay,
Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever,
Suffering much in an old French fort as the friend of the English.

Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever
Saw at his side only one of all his hundred descendants.
Thousands of tolling hands, where theirs have ceased from their labors,
All that clamorous throng; and thus he spake to his people;
Such as at home, in the olden time, his fathers before him
Men and women and children, who, guided by hope or by hearsay,
Under the humble walls of the little Catholic churchyard,
"Sunshine of St. Eulalie" was she called; for that was the sunlight
Built are the house and the barn. The merry lads of the village
Where is the thatched-roofed village, the home of Acadian farmers,--
Fear no evil, my friend, and tonight may no shadow of sorrow
By untimely rains or untimelier heat have been blighted,
Back to its nethermost caves retreated the bellowing ocean,
Ever as faithful subjects, a happy & peaceable people!
With them Evangeline went, and her guide, the father Felician.
Stand like druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it
Friends they sought and homes; and many, despairing, heart-broken,
Meanwhile had spread in the village the tidings of ill and on all sides
This is the forest primeval: but where are the hearts that beneath it
Suffered no waste nor loss, though filling the air with aroma.

Spreading between these streams are the wondrous, beautiful prairies;
Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman?
Unto their eyes it seemed the lanps of the city celestial,
But all perished alike beneath the scourge of his anger
Then form his leathern pouch the farmer threw on the table
Stand like druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
This is the forest primeval, the mumering pines and the hemlocks,
Now from the country around, from the farms and neighboring hamlets
Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven?
Floated the boat, with its dripping oars, on the motionless water.
Into her thoughts of him time entered not, for it was not.
Where is the thatch-roofed village, the hime of Acadian farmers,--
Rushed with extended arms and exclamations of wonder
Foremost the young men came; and, raising together their voices,
Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands,
Homeward serenely she walked with God's benediction upon her.
"Welcome, Basil, my friend! Come, take your place on the settle
"Let us bury him here by the sea. When a happier season
Pleasantly rose next morn the sun on the village of Grand-Pre.

Made the bright air brighter, as up from the numerous meadows,
This is the forest primeval, the murmering pines and the hemlocks,
That the angel of death might see the sign, and pass over
Children's children rode on his knee, and heard his great watch tick.
Thousands of aching brains, where theirs no longer are busy.
Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail fo the forest.
Men and women and cildren, who, guided by hope or by hearsay,
Wealth had no power to bribe, nor beauty to charm, the oppressor;
Called by the pious Acadian peasants the summer of All-Saints!
Loud form its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean
Then at the door of Evangelin's tent she sat and repeated
He was beloved by all, and most of all by the children
Spreading between these streams are the wondrous, beautiful prairies
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Thither, by night and by day, came the sister of mercy. The dying
"Only beware of the fever, my friends, beware of the fever!
Bearing a nation, with all its household gods, into exile,
This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks
Where is the thatch-roofed village, the home of Acadian farmers,--
Mingled their sounds with the whir of the wheels and the songs of the maidens.
Yet under Benedict's roof hospitality seemed more abundant:
Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman
Many a weary year had passed since the burning of Grand-Pre.

He gave his gems and jewell'd sword:
That top the fierce cordilleras,
Closes eyed me with bright pink eyes.
In such wild haste of flight that we
In my left hand I held a shell,
O bright, bronzed maidens of the sun!
To him, and so shall to the end.
For life is but a beggars's lie,
And strangely fair and princely soul'd,
A perfect fleet, that on the blue
And loved it more than I can tell,
And Willamette meeets the sun
Ere yet the boat had touch'd the land
Of song along the rim of dawn.
And low voice lifted, questioning.
Yet by their leader held the while
The dark crowd crept and did the same,
A gift by chief and comrades made
The loss of comrades, power, place
These men dismounted, doffed their cares,

To drop the monarch and assume the man
And change pure praise for infamy and scorn?
Bid young Alcides, in his grasp who takes,
No! 'Tis the present world that prompts the song,
In northern climes, where feudal shades of late
The Conspiracy of Kings
That great phenomenon, a sceptered sage.
And seeks anew what first it gained from heaven.
Then to restore on death-devoted plains,
Machines in war and sycophants at court,
The Conspiracy of Kings
Where spreads the widest waste of all extemes,
The Conspiracy of Kings
These are the vampires nursed on nature's spoils;
Of France the outcast and of earth the scorn;
Nor Frederic's widowed sword, that scorns to tell
The unwonted voice, that no dissuasion awes,
Think not I come to croak with omened yell
The Conspiracy of Kings
The full fruition of the hopes of man
Of the last garb of decency of sense,
The Conspiracy of Kings

High rank, like self
Bequeath their own doom.
Or the good of the mind is its depth,
Will not be separated from his goods.
Or say that it is mastery of men;
What's gained therefore by threatening them with death?
Its virtue fosters them,
Great space has no corners;
Is then the world unkind?
Be aware of your glory and honor;
The gate to the root of the world.
The five colors darken the eye;
Thus he will choose this but not that.
Be the chief but never the lord:
And knowing ones not venturing to act.
When fame and success
As to stop when you should.
In being an unselfish amn?
A clay bowl is molded;
Scheme and be sharp
Is produced by magic means!
But surely not The Way!

How far a modern quill doth come too short,
Mark how with my neglect I do dispense:
Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;
Then others for the breath of words respect,
This thought is as a death, which cannot choose
Shall sum my count and make my old excuse,'
Then give me welcome, next my heaven the best,
Grows fairer than at first, more strong, far greater.
Of their fair subject, blessing every boo.
For as the sun is daily new and old,
Within the knowledge of mine own desert,
And I am still with them and they with thee;
And though they be outstripped by every pen,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove:
Doth part his function and is partly blind,
Like feeble Age, he reeleth from the day,
I think good thoughts whilst others write good words,
That on himself such murderous shame commits.

I mourn for Adonis--Adonis is dead,
The rose fades from his lips, an upon them just parted
And the bosom, once ivory, turning to ruddy.
Cypris is widowed, the loves seek their lord
You fly me, mournful one, fly me far.
I mourn for Adonis--the loves are lamenting.
All the house through in vain. Charm of Cestus has ceased
No more "Hymen, Hymen," is chanted about.
--When, ah, ah!--she saw how the blood ran away
The kiss dies the goddess consents not to lose,
Arise, wretch stoled in black; beat your breast unrelenting
And his eyeballs lie quenched with the weight of his brows,
Her tears, to the wind-flower; his blood, to the rose.
And shriek to the worlds, "Fair Adonis is dead."
She wept tear after tear with the blood which was shed,
And the poor Aphrodite, with tresses unbound,
The cest taking hue from the gash in the limb
Gather up the red flower of her blood, which is holy,
Pale he lay, your Adonis, in purples reclining;
The rose fades from his lips, and upon them just parted
She lost her fair spouse and so lost her fair smile:
And his eyeballs lie quenched with the weight of his brows,
And one carries the vases of gold from the springs,
Love him still, poor Adonis, cast on him together
The kiss dies the goddess consents not to lose,
No more "Hymen, Hymen," is chanted about.

A more tenacious mass of clammy juice.
'Tis time to touch the precepts of an art
With his last voice, 'Eurydice' he cried.
To shade good fellows from the summer's heat.
Betray no wound on his unbroken skin.
Have you beheld, when from the goal they start.
The loud applauses of his master's hand:
In length of time produce the laboring yoke,
A time will come, when my maturer muse
With trunks of elm and oaks the hearth they load,
Fire from his eyes, clouds from his nostrils flow:
The mountain robbers rushing to the prey.
The male has done: your care must now proceed
All other themes that careless minds invite

These plains of Tacuba, once the theater of fierce and
But all the doors, and committing great havoc amongst
Recovering their equilibrium, in which there is no time to
Language, and though it loses much in the translation,
Upon you the details of all our petty annoyances caused
Be lost. Then the matadors would throw fireworks,
German, and Mexican; the leperos, with their rugged blankets,
Fountains. The little Count is already one of the chamberlains
This evening the Senora A-- came after it was dark,
Requires less care, and is capable of undergoing more
Easy chair, surrounded by her countrymen, who discourse
Anxiously, now looking out for lights on the banks, now
Us an invitation from General Valencia, to attend a ball to
Above all, here and there a flashing poblana, with a dress
First visit. However I sat down, when my eyes were
Their amusement or instruction; but this is less owing to
Our holy laws.

Shall I now deity minister and Cybele's familiar be?
And so to domicile of Cybele tingling lazily
Exhilarate excite from error her anima
And with liquid mind saw without what and where he was
Over high seas Attis swift shipped
Others incite, others drive rabid.
Twin gods' ears with new announcements referring
I cold green Ida's snow-capped locale cultivate
And went to woods wrapped opaquely location divine
Attis
Where wood-dwelling deer, where forest-wandering boar
There sleep fleeing quick away from excited Attis
I, a maenad, I part me, I a man sterile to be
And go to their opaque furious lairs
There from joined yokes Cybele released the lions
Where cymbal sounds voice, where tympani rebound
At the same time furiously inhaling vagrant wades spirit driven
The revelers suddenly with trembling tongues yodel
There always all life's space her familiar he was.

"O whitest Galatea, can it be
That you should spurn me off who love you so?
My mother had borne me finned like a fish,
The wooded Aetna pours down through the trees
Its red heart down its leaves!--one gift, for hours
You come to me with the fragrant sleep,
Come, keep my flocks beside me, milk my cow,--
Your soul on fluttering wings? If you were bent
And, having come, forget again to go!
Yet..Ho! Ho!--I--whatever I appear,
Flies the grey wolf!--Yet love did overcome me,
Did wrong me sore! I blame her!--Not a word
And after, in the cold, it's ready pressed!
And, as they call, do laugh out silverly.
Most precious thing I have, because thereby
Do feed a thousand oxen! When I have done,
If still your face were turned; and I would bring you
On grapes that swell to ripen,--sour like you!
That future which is fugitive aright?

But then--sad--man messing what eloquence
Your onyx, chaste bred quite just in bed
Extending smoothe arms has promised
Unwillingly I abjured from you and your head
Unguents many a million I drank
A little wet from the flood retreat to the temple of my god
Turned to the west, slow I lead before Bootes
Same me that Conon in celestial light envisioned
Next to Aquarius effulgent Orion.
The Zephyrite herself had sent her familiar
But then sad man missing what eloquence
Berenice's comet
A little before unjoining sister hairs my fate
As to you then whole heart solicited
And there to all the gods for sweet conjugal
Made an oath let which inane adjourn.
For I from the undignified no premiums petition,
Sweet love from airy gyres devolves:
A dweller from Greek Canopus' shores.
Did your orb not lament the empty bed?

In heaven no single star, on earth no track;
To see what shifts are yet in the dull play
In bronze sublimity she gazes forth.
To meet one erring in that homeless wild.
But waits the outstretched hand to promptly render
I heard another couple join in talk,
As I came through the desert: all was black,
Quick wings for time, and see it fly from us--
Perpetual recurrence in the scope
There sweet sleep is not for the weary brain;
Broods maddening inwardly and scorns to wreak
Or lame or blind, as preordained to languish
"Here faith died, poisoned by this charnel air."
For this is law, if law there be in fate:
Then, turning to the right, went on once more,
That draft whose slumber nothing can bereave.
Or down the river's boiling cataracts.
Which brought an ecstacy ineffable
The moon and stars may shine with scorn or pity;
In helpless impotence to try to fashion
Some old god's-acre now corruption's sty:
If we could near them with the flight unknown.
O battling in black floods without an ark!

This or that happiness, to arrest his mind,
So short is life, that every peasant strives,
Nothing but she, and her you have overpast.
Was far too little, to have been the base;
As suburbs, or the microcosm of her,
Star-light enough, to have made the south control,
This man, so great, that all that is, is his,
Them their disease, who fain would think they're well.
To know by catechisms and alphabets
Or with bought colors to elude men's sense,
Only death adds to our length: nor are we grown
No accident could threaten any link,
We see in authors, too stiff to recant,
Goes through, not staying till his course be run;
And learns thus much by our anatomy
Men thus lethargic have best memory.
Our blushing red, which used in cheeks to spred
To take one precious thing, your soul, from there.
If this commerece twixt heaven and earth were not
Which did begin to love, are neither now,
Till man came up, did down to man descend,
The worlds infection, to be none of it.
She gave protections; the thoughts of her breast
So will the poison of sin, in the most low.
Some figure of the golden times, was hid.

No twist, no twig, no bough, nor branch, therefore,
That it be raised by Egypt's aid and power:
Drawing his rival to attend word;
Ye powers infernal, worthier far to sit
Argant the adventurers of their guide deprives;
That strange it seemed how much good she knew;
How like to Godfrey looks he in the face!
And, horned like a bull, his forehead bold
His aged father strong Clorinda slew,
To have that castle fair of goodness razed:
Divided far by sea from Europe's shore.
In height and clearness which the rest excel;
At last her earnest suit the duke denyed,
Old scars of grievous wounds received of yore.
As white as snow upon the alpine clift
Among the soldiers, great amazement bred;
Of worth and might the noble badge he bore,
'Mid lovely ladies, lesser flowers were they.
So fed the fire so trapped my heart and tore it.
And goo hath perished in the evil clime,
As I learned, was accustomed to make that same assertion
matters which arose fro discussion, we passed the two
Dear to me, I should have preferred to have been born
In vain against my fate I spend my breath
Lights which so oft gave envy to the sun:
Claim to be experienced in such matters; still, old age will triumph.
For never could my spirit find
The hooded orders, black and grey and white,
Nothing is coming of this effort, and, what is to me the worst
Still in that cherished plant have I reposed
And you, oh holy air and hushed
World, should deprive him of any chance of military
Were still strong, I not only abruptly threw off my bad
Another thought, which mingles sour and sweet,
I am an inn for everlasting dole.
Less very great, and especially the numerous references
I hesitated for a time which I should give ear to.

Grief, which, he told her, would not only be destructive
He knew of these affairs, than all he could say on
Constancy in Distress
Entreated her to remain there his guest, as she had
To his harmonious tongue, though every sense is full
Fatal Curiosity
So profusely lavished on me, and for which I must ever
To reach the goal: and because I know not but it may
You, but to hang, stab, or drown myself;
Of melancholy reflections of the dangers, the terrors,
The Unfortunate Mistress
Could not bear it;--and being, by Myrtano's watchfulness
Willing to be at liberty to pursue new conquests;
Is already done, the monster threatens me with more
Fatal Curiosity
Constancy in Distress
In this manner:
Started back immediately, and got into the
As well as words, let her see he was not to be moved.
The Unfortunate Mistress
Before had formed; and as soon as she saw him come
Her name. It would have been a ridiculous piece of
Angels to be witness of her vow, swore she would
Fatal Curiosity
Improper to go directly to her own house,
Love in a Maze
Other's case, that it was to the temple of love the
Ask no more. O unjust gods! cryed Abdomar, in a voice
She found it, at her arrival, infinitely
Love in a Maze
Thee, keep still the secret in thy burdened breast, but
Constancy in Distress
Mulyzeden cannot but glory in the exchange.--All of us
Already done in favor of the chevalier.--If so, I have indeed
Which had so much surprised Briscilla
If you look on anything that I have done (said he)
Her;--the passion she had for Myrtano, which her
Whom she had bribed to that inhuman deed, gave her
And practising as much as she had observed, at that
Mismanagement and follies of her past life. Now
Another time reason and modesty, assisted by
Without communicating the secret. To those insensibles
With all the soft endearments suitable to so surprising
Love in a Maze
Fatal Curiosity

For I will consider my cat Jeoffry
With it to give it a chance.
For fifthly he wshes himself.
Upon prank to work it in.
For ninthly he looks up for his instrucitons.
For he can catch the cork and toss it
Lord Jesus that Jeoffry is better.
For, though he cannot fly, he is an excellent clamberer.
For he can jump from an
Refuses the charge
For thirdly he works it upon stretch with the fore-paws extended.
For
Will consider his neighbor.
For secondly he kicks up behind to clear away there.
For the former is afraid of detection.
Instructions
A post.
For by stroking of him I
For he is the quickest
For at the first glange of the glory of God in the east he worships in his
For the latter refuses the charge
For there is nothing brisker than his life when in motion,
About his body to sustain it in complete cat.
For fifthly he washes himself.
For thirdly he works it upon stretch with the fore-paws
For he counteracts the devil, who is death, by brisking about the life.
For he is tenacious of his point.

That gallant Andre never yet put on
Restrain your ardor--but ceaselessly entreat
Yet claims, in building, every poet's right
What I shall judge most for that country's good,
Through its round and maddens each emotion.
And sword, and every instrument of death
Confined, soon had I sunk, victim of death,
And what I tell, I tell from well-proved knowledge;
Deathlike in solitude, the sentinels
Her interests. Believe me, but for this I should
A man who values fame far more than life;
His sword--his country's wrongs aroused his mind;
Overpays the utmost I can ever achieve.
Here we are, Mamma, up, and dressed already.
Nor hear--till now--of this--I cannot speak.
And their proud prows all pointing to the east,
Curses "in good set terms," poor Lady Fortune.
My father, dying, gave me cause to think
Rather my blood should bathe these hostile shores,
Have you rude seas and hostile shores explored
That will require a consciousness of virtue
Makes the current of my life course wildly
Would, Andre, you had never put yours off.
And claims your candor for his daring lays;
Yet I will do it. Summon up some courage--
The lustihood of youth has yet defied

And the end of October, I made but few
Trial, I respired 12 quarts of oxygen
These affectins likewise disappeared.
Membrane which lasted some
With the most important of these series, the arrangement
Taken into the
Might produce its
To me much longer.
Visible
Formerly by equal doses.
Capable of
Of nitrous oxide were thrown
Giddiness came on
Combinations, and mode of operation on living beings.
Ideas, pleasures and pains!'
That it was unanalogous to stimulants in
Feelings were different fromthose
It produced no alterations in my sensations
More or less continued through the day.
Those difficulties, and have been enabled to give
Palate, injured the teeth, and produced an
Temperature of the box was not
Consciousness of pleasurable existence, and this consciousness
Closed, I made three inspirations and expirations
When I was awakened from this
The common class, it would follow that the debility
In a month restored me to health and vigor,
Pleasurable effects, and slight muscular motion. I continued
Exhilarated

The validity of the nebular hypothesis upon which the demonstration
Found corked in a bottle and floating on the Mare Tenebrarum
Imagination of man. If I propose to ascertain the influence of one
Such a force, we find it no less difficult to reconcile their
Now, I am aware that the worked hypothesis is a ponderous
This will be found the sole absolute assumption of my
Eureka--The Universe
At least 2 sextillions, 200 quintillions of tons. Let us suppose
Voice of a greater than Madler--of one, moreover, to whom
Of similar form--no atoms which can ever approximate,
Recent scientific speculations." New Eclectic Magazine
Eureka--The Universe
Everywhere show signs of exhaustion--in the planets, first, and
Newton deduced it from the laws of Kepler. Kepler admitted
Would not, even in the slightest particular, be disturbed,

Whence that low voice?--A whisper from the heart,
When this low pile a gospel teacher knew,
Plenteously yielded to the vagrant breeze.
Aimed at the white man's ignorance, the while,
Peculiar ground for hope to build upon.
The drooping mind of absence, by vows sworn
For these, and hopes and recollections worn
And blue-topped hills, behold him from afar;
Of stationary sunshine: thou has viewed
While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise,
When this low pile a gospel teacher knew,
A sweet confusion checks the shepherd lass;
Pure as the morning, fretful, boisterous, keen,
We feel that we are grreater than we know.

He sentinel beside her stood, and watched
Robert of Lincoln's a humdrum crone;
They were as pictures painted on the sky;
Thrills for one month of the year,--is tranquil all the rest.
You fly your vocal vale,
Low twittering underneath the thatch,
Bird of the wilderness,
Gathering seed for the hungry brood.
Of music's heaven; and seat it there on high.
Wild is your lay and loud
Do you despise the earth where cares abound?
Among her clamorous suppliants, all agape;
His honey-dropping tops ploughed by her breath
Music of thousand tongues, formed by one tongue alone.
They yielded all their burden to the breeze.
Superior heard, run through the sweetest length
As from your presence showers a rain of melody.
Still longed for, never seen,
Quite outwearied, she was mute;
In that Being who has taken
Thank him for his lesson's sake,
In music's ravished soul he dare not tell,
That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine,
Soon shall you find a summer home, and rest,
Deep-tangled, tree irregular, and bush
Waking, or asleep,

Laura, make much of me;
Wild free-born cranberries,
Pineapples, blackberries,
Lemons and oranges,
How could it cloy with length of use?
Backward up the mossy glen
To strengthen wilst one stands."
Crouching close together
Swart-headed mulberries,
Clearer than water flowed that juice;
Melons and raspberries,
The cat-faced purred,
Like a beacon left alone
"Oh," cried Lizzie, "Laura, Laura,
Swart-headed mulberries,
I have no silver either,
Then flung the emptied rinds away.
And knew not was it night or day
Pleasure past and anguish past,
Then sucked their fruit globes fair or red.
Above the rusty heather."
Covered close lest they should look;
Wild free-born cranberries,
They answered all together;
Lemons and oranges,
Of dish and fruit to offer her;
But sweet-tooth Laura spoke in haste:
Come buy, come buy:

I Epictetus was a slave, and maimed in body, and
Conquer, we are destroye.
Your beauty and art.
For I assert that open malice is much better for all men
Fighting Persians, and their ships sailed over the sea,
Your case.
Sell him, while on his mother's breast
Virgin, do not get drunk.
'Tis, like you, a winged ranger
To fly away.
The churl or ruffian, that in wealth has thriven,
Retiring turn, and shrink as from the tomb.
'Tis hers that form; 'tis hers that speaking face.
Ourselves reflected in our progeny!
Reigning over those ever without a smile, you may obtain
Pallas on seeing Cytherea armed, said, "O
With such a nose, Olympicus, never look
In doing it to you, her bondless sway.
The little records of mortality.

A song of bale and bitter sorrow sings,
To a broad gate, all built of beaten gold:
Found no defect in his Creator's grace,
If ever he transgressed the fatal Stygian laws.
In all that room was nothing to be seen,
A crowd of people there assembled were,
From whence the gods have her for envy thrust:
Approach, although his drowsy den were next
Son, said he then, let be thy bitter scorne,
And with his pride all others power deface:
Riches, renoune, and principality.
And him that reigned, into his room thrust down,
Through that thick covert he him led, and found
Glistering in arms and battle array,
Whose upper end to highest heaven was knit,
Does show to him, that walks in fear and sad affright.
The gate was open, but therein did wait
To him did open, and afforded way;
Did never in that house itself display,
Which whenas Guyon saw, he did inquire,
That was Ambition, rash desire to climb,
And round about him lay on every side
Break in, and spoil the treasure there in guard
When foggy mists, or cloudy tempests have
With crowns and diadems, and titles vain,
And these rich heaps of wealth does hide apart
Thy works for wealth, and life for gold engage.

Succorless empty-handedness, they, in the
Architecture to make a blind dome; here's
He growled, angrily,
Sensible young man should be so hopelessly lost to evangelical
Transparent substance, somewat resembling the thinnest shreds
So. That
Whale, compared with which the Greenland whale
Not a man of the crew but gave
Desperation possible, seize the ship. For himself, he would
Out of it!
The possession of the same seas with
Fisherman, at his compass, with
Pitch him overboard--tell
Consists.
Additonal disaster might have befallen the intricate
Every man's oar, so
"For the white fiend! But now for the barbs;
Be more
Whale lies bent like a Tartar's bow.
Where the chase had last been descried. Likewise
Beads and ornaments; but ambergris is
If ye please!"
In his ordinary attitude; the sperm whales's
There now is your insular city of the
From
Dashed aside by
Alongside must be what the fisthermen
The double view of retarding his rivals' way.
Richard Strafford's letter
God; for all have doubts; many deny; but doubts
Left;
Apparent forehead of the whale.
Near to him, and stood there.
Certainly rather hard-hearted, to say
A letter in his hand. It was surely
Sure."
Luxurious
Like good stuff that; and he handles it about
Jumping
Know what
Nevertheless, in his conflicts with
Day breaks against them in a surf of green
Latitude on the ssmooth, medallion-shaped tablet, reserved for
Midships! Midships!"
Spite? In thy most solitary hours, then,
Of the scene of the catastrophe.
Wide worlds'd remotest nooks. Projecting
In reveries--tallied him, and shall he escape? His broad
Midnight,
While yet a little distance from the forge,
Sitting inside the bars of
Let's hear what he'll have to say. There; he's before
Consists.
In the ship, it seemed against all
Harpooners
Them--one man
Motionless arm of Daggoo.
Trumpet he pointed to the wreck.
"You haint no objections to sharing a harpooner's
Class of cuttle-fish, to which,
Barbs's
Of the middle ribs, which measured
Quite sure by this time Queequeg must certainly have
When
New England rocks on the sea-coast; which Agassiz imagines
Harem's lord, then is it very diverting
Always live before the wind,
Heavy windlass, and cut and slash,
Professional harpooneer and whaleman.
Hill of
"Captain, you see him small drop tar on
Mists of the dim doubts in my mind, divine intuitions
That, at intervals during the
A few of their number. And who could tell whether,
Jingle all
Drops of moisture in
Go!: cried Stubb at this instant, as a
Quantity, and pretty good for light. By some fishermaen his
The squall! The squall! Jump, my jollies!
Which at first sight seemed to entangle
Whale! Thou glidest on, to
Fire-ship on these a wrapped, for
Darkness," he added, turning to Queequeg,
Person as he shifted the rule.
You to
Each boat is supplied with several harpoons to bend
(Stubb solus,
Turning over and, into the air; till

The village maids and matrons round
That presaged this approaching woe!
"Soldier, rest! Thy warefare o'er,
Trembled but dimpled not for joy;
When Roderick foray'd Devan-side,
On purple peaks a deeper shade descending;
But steep and flinty was the road,
Those silver sounds, so soft, so dear
Now, in the castle-park, drew out
My clansman's blood demands revenge.
Such looks, such manners, and such mind.
Turn'd on the horse his armed heel,
Yet friends, who nearest knew the youth,
Generation. I had always thought the old Scottish gael highly
When lo! Forth starting at the sound,
"Well, let it pass; nor will I now

Then took an oath by god as follows: All that Seth has
Ptah, who illumines the west with his complexion,
That I may cause them to see your majesty as a lightning-flash
And the waves like land to my legs,
King of Upper and Lower Egypt, Re-Atum, beloved of
Sovereign, may you live, prosper and be in health, my lord.
But I do know the place where they are
Woman in the entire land, for the seed of every god
Out you semen of Seth. And it answered from the
Own ox? If it should stand on the island of Amon, the tip
Then his elder brother became like an Upper Egyptian
Their project.
Pine tree is cut down and falls to the ground, you are to
Through greed; the rapacious man is devoid of success, his
Middle.
Steals, a town governor who accepts bribes, a district
Reply when you are interrogated and speak to the king
My only salvation is her coming inside.

By all your lives and deaths of love
Combined against this breast, at once break in
Why man, this speaks pure mortal frame;
Painter, what did you understand,
To put her dart into his hand?
What magazines of immortal arms there shine!
Had filled the hand of this great heart
One would suspect you mean to paint
Among the leaves of your large books of day,
And mocks with female frost love's manly flame.
Walk in a crowd of loves and martyrdoms.
Live here, great heart, and love and die and kill,
Read him for her and her for him;
Give me the suffering seraphim.
But had your pale-faced purple took
(Fair youth) shoots both your shaft and you.
To show us this faint shade for her
Say, all you wise and well-pierced hearts
In that rare life of her, and love?
Shows this the mother seraphim.
The wounded is the wounding heart
Give her the dart, for it is she
Since his the blushes be, and hers the fires
What is it yur tasteful spirits prove
Leave her that and you shall leave her
For all the galloantry of him,
This is the mistress-flame; and duteous he
Give then the dart to her who gives the flame;
Say and bear witness. Sends she not
Say, all you wise and well-pierced hearts
Love's passives are his activest part.
What is it your tasteful spirits prove
By all your lives and deaths of love

'The counsellor supreme has given to thee
He placed the fat and flesh and bones and all.
Of mighty sounds, and from his lips he sent
Your prowess, offspring of Cyllenian May.
Of no one else, who might, or could, or did,--
And how to the immortals every one
If you should promise an immense reward,
the subtle infant in his swaddling clothes,
Of mighty sounds, and from his lips he sent
And bind your tender body in a chain
Is clothed with speed and might and manliness,
Of mighty sounds, and from his lips he sent
That he would never steal his bow or dart,
'I never saw his like either in heaven
The soul with sweetness, and like an adept
You grub those stumps? Before they wil bear wine
He tried the chords, and made division meet,
And sack the fane of everything I can--
To whom thus Hermes slily answered:--'Son
Listened with all his soul, and laughed for pleasure.
And flower-paven plains, great Hermes passed;
Thus having spoken, the quaint infant bore,
And even at the end will never deceive thee
So speaking, the Cyllenian Argiphont
But out to seek Apollo's herds would creep.

Your love, so much is all my love's concern."
The birth was death, o'ershadowed Troy with fate.
And the wan moon is all the light thereof.
I stood where love in brimming armfuls bore
Her face is made her shrine.l Let all men note
The shadowed eyes remember and foresee.
Warmed by her hand and shadowed by her hair
Whose passionate hearts lean by love's high decree
Parades the past before thy face, and lures
When breast to breast we clung, even I and she,--
And next the heart that trembled for its sake
He stooped o'er sweet Colonna's dying bed,
There kneels he now, and all-anhungered of
From his predominant presence doth compel
She loves him; for her infinite sould is love.
Sweet fluttering sheet, even of her breath aware,--
Outstretched in the sun's warmth upon the shore,
Or ask the silver sapling 'neath what yoke
And veriest touch of powers primordial
While yet I spoke, the silence answered: "Yea
Beholding youth and hope in mockery caught

The superannuations of sunk realms,
Or in that place the moth could not corrupt,
What eyes are upward cast, as I had fount
Turning from these with awe, once more I raised
Some mourning words, which in our feeble tongue
Could so have rapt unwilling life away.
So white the line, so, in some, distinct
Towards the altar sober-paced I went,
I must not think now, though I saw that face--
When in mid-way the sickening east wind
to thin the scarlet conclave of old men,
But for her eyes I should have fled away.
As if with wings; but the fair trees were gone,
Pressing haste, as too unholy there;
"And by thyself, forlorn divinity,
But there came one who, with a kindred hand
Towards the altar sober-paced I went,
They told the truth, though, round, the snowy locks
"Doth ease its heart of love in moan and wail,
to count with toil the innumerable degrees.
Girdles, and chains and holy jewelries.
"Spin round, the stars their ancient courses keep.
At those few words hung vast before my mind,
The uhanging gloom, and the three fixed shapes
That made my heart too small to hold its blood.
Builded so high, it seemed that filmed clouds
Of grey cathedrals, buttressed wall, rent toweres,
With leaves all hushed; his awful presence there
Turning from these with awe, once more I raised
The superannuations of sunk realms
Like a Silenus on an antique vase.

"Why should I open your melancholy eyes?
"Thea, I feel you before I see your face;
Her silver seasons four upon the night,
Lifted his curved lids, and kept them wide.
In solemn tenor and deep organ tone:
"Of all my lucent empire? It is left
Not heard before by gods or wondering men.
Was with its stored thunder laboring up.
There was a listening fear in her regard,
Leaning with parted lips, some words she spake
He might not:--no, though a primeval god:
"All as you pass swell out the monstrous truth,
Also, when he would taste the spicy wreaths
And all the gloom and sorrow of the place,
"This cradle of my glory, this soft clime,
Which comes upon the silence, and dies off,
"Another world, another universe,
As if calamity had but begun;
And from the mirrored level where he stood
And still these two were postured motionless,
Her silver seasons four upon the night,
Dream, and so dream all night without a stir.
Until at length old Saturn lifted up
When earthquakes jar their battlements and towers.
"Knows you not, thus afflicted, for a god;
Groaned for the old allegiance once more,
As with a palsied tongue, and while his beard
Shook horrid with such aspen-malady:
The other upon Saturn's bended neck
As if the vanward clouds of evil days
"And press it so upon our weary griefs
"Why should I open your melancholy eyes?
His ancient mother, for some comfort yet.

And in the proof much comfort will I give,
"Should cower beneath what, in comparison,
"Thereby more conquered, than by us the rule
Who cost her mother Tellus keener pangs,
The heaven itself, is blined throughout night.
Their heads appeared, and up their stature grew
As though in pain; for still upon the flint
"And with it light, and light, engendering
"Because it coos, and has snowy wings
Each several one against the other three,
Next Cottus: prone he lay, chin uppermost,
Remorse, spleen, hope, but most of all despair.
But cogitation in his watery shades,
Shed from the broadest of her elephants.
Or word, or look, or actin of despair.
By Oxus or in Ganges' sacred isles.
Saturn sat near the mother of the gods
"Of thunder, or of Jove, great Saturn, you
Flew from his lips up to the vaulted rocks,
"O heaven wide! O unseen parent dear!
Not far hence Atlas; and beside him prone
Phorcus, the sife of gorgons, neighboored close
With damp and slippery footing from a depth
And eyes at horrid working, nearest him
As grazing ox unworried in the meads;
Not far hence Atlas; and beside him prone
To hide themselves in forms of beast and bird.
Who shall delay her flight? And she mus chant
Now tiger-passioned, lion-thoughted, wroth,
So leant she, not so fair, upon a tusk
Now tiger-passioned, lion-thoughted, wroth,
Dead; and because the creature could not spit
"Yields to my step aspirant? Why should I
"That wails every morn and eventide,
"In cool mid-forest. Surely I have traced
Thy lips, and antheming a lonely grief.
Celestial
And not a wind of heaven but will breathe
"Majesties, sovran voices, agonies,
"A wonderous lesson in your silent face;
A solitary sorrow best befits
Meantime touch piously the Delphic harp,
During the pain Mnemosyne upheld
A solitary sorrow best befits
His very hair, his golden tresses famed
Celestial
O tell me, lonely goddess, by your harp,
"Knowlege enormous makes a god of me,
Throbbed with the syllables,--Mnemosyne!
Or liker still to one who should take leave
Of pale immortal death, and with a pang
In aid soft warble from the Dorian flute;
Thus with half-shut suffused eyes he stood,
"And stars by thousands! Point me out the way
"For prophecies of you, and for the sake
For you are weak to sing such tumults dire:
Beneath his wite soft temples, steadfast kept
And in the morning twilight wandered forth
He listened, and he wept, and his bright tears
Of such new tuneful wonder, is it not strange
"While I here idle listen on the shores
"Unwearied ear of the whole universe
And not a wind of heaven but will breathe
Celestial

Silence all flesh, yourselves prepare
The dire effects of wantonness.
Strange rays of light which shall dispel
No exhalation did combine
To us whom southern Sol ne'er burns,
Yet many men, if they'd confer
This comet ran through the Zodiac wide,
Upon the nations: on men all,
Us to behold what still did hover
Will with Hell's deep and fertile wombs
With heart-amazing words full true,
This prodigy which blazed throughout
Presages greater change at hand,
God's furnace now in Zion is,
And joining to each constellation.
Did quickly through twelve houses glide,
To fix this comet which did shine,
What is contrived and ratified
Shall truth be trodden to the ground
Which is significant: yet oft
God's furnace now in Zion is,
Secured from vice, to virtue prone
Unto that place, which few men's eyes
To punish men not drawn by reasons.
And turn the smooth-faced sea to froth.
Purge out the stains of sinful man,
Break forth and run in every place?
Which will apparent make to sense
With heart-amazing words full true,
And when their observations all
Instead of gold, obtrude his dross.

Eidolons.
Ever the dim beginning
The fields of art and learning, pleasure, sense,
Ever the dim beginning
Not this the world
(The stars, the terrible perturbations of the suns,
An image, and Eidolon.
Exalted, rapt, ecstatic
We, seeming solid, wealth, strength, beauty build,
No more the puzzling hour nor day, nor segments, parts, put in,
Put first before the rest as light for all and entrance-song of all,
Ever shall be, ever have been and are,
God and eidolons.
Densities, growth, facades,
The mighty earth eidolon.
The ostent evanescent,
Ever the dim beginning,
Filled with eidolons only.
The mighty earth eidolon,
But from the whole resulting, rising at last and floating,
Eidolons! Eidolons!
The old, old urge, eidolons.
Of vanished lands, of all the reigns of kings across the sea,
Eidolons.

The thread of our life would be dark, heaven knows!
And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen,
Thy star will shine out when the proudest shall fade.
As if breathed from his brave heart's remains;--
What a union of all the affections and powers
Oh for the pomp that crowned them,
Nor, oh, be the shamrock of Erin forgot
Still her bosom rose fair--still her cheeks smiled the same--
Had promised to link the last tie berfore noon;
Then waft the fair gem away?
So loath we part from all we love,
Thou, on whose burning tongue
But oh! Her beauty was far beyond
I found it a life full of kindness and bliss;
Where valaor sleeps, unnamed, forgot,
The flowers that on the Nile-stream blush,
Could make us thy children, our parent thou art.

And the four points are thus beheld in great eternity
Came from the furnaces, by Los's mighty power for Jerusalem
O god of Albion descend! Deliver Jerusalem from the oaken groves
Till the plow of Jehovah, and the harrow of Shaddai
Not only of the substance from which it is derived
That toward Eden, four; immortal gold, silver, brass & iron
Every substance is clothed, they name them good & evil
Dance the dance of death contending with Jehovah among the cherubim
Our father Albion's sin & shame! But father now no more!
The eastern gate, fourfold: terrible & deadly its ornaments:
The bellows & the hammers move compell'd by Los's hand
Thence feathered with soft crimson of the ruby bright as fire
O what is life & what is man. O what is death? Wherefore
With great labor upon his anvils & in his ladles the ore
Travelling through the night: for from its dire
Its guards, living, the work of elemental hands, laborious task!
Jesus said. Would you love one who never died
What are those golden bulders doing? Where was the burying place
But I am living! Yet I feel my emanation also dividing
The banks of the Thames are clouded! The ancient porches of Albion are

Of God, to destroy Jerusalem & to devour the body of Albion
Whose springs are unsearchable & knowledge infinite.
Upon my furnaces, from within the wheels of Albion's sons:
Her joy & love, a shade: a shade of sweet repose:
Weep not so sisters! Weep not so! Our life depends on this
The Canaanite, the Amalekite, the Moabite, the Egyptian:
Your brothers call you, and your fathers, and your sons.
That toward Ulro, clay: that toward Eden, metals.
That toward Generation, four, of iron carved wondrous:
For lo! The night of death is past and the eternal day
The birds of song to murderous crows, his joys to bitter groans!
Then Erin came forth from the furnaces & all the daughters of Beulah
From every one of the four regions of human majesty,
But animated & vegetated, she is a devouring worm:
That creeps forth in a night & is dried in the morning sun
But Alvion fell down a rocky fragment from eternity hurled
The sons & daughters of Los that he might protect them from
Golgonooza: Los walks round the walls night & day.
Methuselah, Lamech; these are the giants mighty, hermaphroditic
The south, a golden gate, has four lions terrible, living!
Into the furnaces & into the valleys of the anvils of death

Wales & Scotland shrink themselves to the west & to the north!
The cruel warrior. I have refused to give love to Merlin the piteous
Came from the furnaces, by Los's mighty power for Jerusalem's
Shall Vala bring you forth! Shall the chaste be ashamed also?
Beneath Beulah: as a watery flame revolving every way
And as they wove & cut from the looms in various divisions
And Luban stands in middle of the city, a moat of fire.
And all the gate of Los, clouded with clouds redounding from
the seven diseases of the earth are carved terrible
What shall I do! Or how exist, divided from Enitharmon?
Then Erin came forth from the furnaces & all the daughters of Beulah
Upon my furnaces, from within the wheels of Albion's sons:
In gnawing pain dividing him from hsi emanation;
A murderer of its own body: but also a murderer
Of Satan, in his mortal pilgrimage of seventy years
Of every divine member: it is the reasoning power
Like men, hermaphroditic, each winged with eight wings
His birds are silent on his hills, flocks die beneath his branches
What shall we do for you O lovely mild Jerusalem?
Till he shoulod bring the sons & daughters of Jerusalem to be
The sons & daughters of Los that he might protect them from

Translucent the furnaces, of beryl & emerald immortal
Shame divides families, shame has divided Albion in sunder!
Yet why despair! I saw the finger of God go forth
Every substance is clothed, they name them good & evil
In stern defiance came from Albion's bosom Hand, Hyle, Koban,
There is a void outside of existence, which if entered into
Desist not from your own will & obey not my stern command!
Of the measure in which the following poem is written
Peru, Patagonia Amazonia Brazil, thirty-two nations
In those churches ever consuming & ever building by the spectres
Heaven, Earth & Hell, henceforth shall live in harmony
In the deep darkness broad lightnings glare long thunders roll
The banks of the Thames are clouded! The ancient porches of Albion are
He might feel the pain as if a man gnawed his own tender nerves.
As he watches the furnaces by night & directs the laborers
Surrounded by their children, if they embrace & coming lie
That towards Generation, iron; that toward Beulah, stone;
He makes your sons the trampling of his bull, they are plowed
Methuselah, Lamech; these are the giants mighty, hermaphroditic
There is a void, outside of existence, which if entered into

Out-blackens Erebus, and the full-caverned earth
Why it is thus, one knows in heaven above:
Budded, and swelled, and, full-blown, shed full showers
A yielding up, a cradling on her care.
Phoebe is fairer far--O gaze no more.--
Leading the way, young damsels danced along.
There came upon my face in plenteous showers,
Thy mossy footstool shall the altar be
And then, behold! Large Neptune on his throne
Pillars, and frieze, and high fantastic roof,
Then there was pictured the regality
O let it blush so ever! Let it soothe
Of dolphins bob their noses through the brine.
Thy sould of care, by heavens, I would offer
Lulled with its simple song his fluttering breast.
Ourselves whole summers by a river glade;
It flashed, that Circe might find some relief--
The dashing fount poured on, and where its pool
So from the arbor roof down swelled an air
Yea, or my veined pebble-floor, that draws
Upon his arm he braces Pallas' shield,
With universal tinge of sober gold,
Thus violate thy bower's sanctity!

Haven't you worked like a horse?
Enough of you in one place!
Ladies, dar's mighty bad news gone
Come, form a court then
Now she has no resource.
In the hearts of brave men, who can tell
The judge found the tap wouldn't run.
Uncle, and that old lady thar just adored
And you shall be mistress of Terrebonne.
Possession?
"No. 2, the yellow girl, Grace, with two
I don't like that man.
Off there--he'll never know what
O, here, do you know what the annuity
He means Dora.
Children--Saul, aged four, and Victoria.
Well, near on five hundred dollars.
What in thunder should I do with
Were they all born on this
To Jacob McClosky,
Anyhow; it;'s too late now to start her
Don't stain de cup, your wicked ole life's
--Hush! There again! No; it was only
Yours--yours I'd prefer.
Cut all away, for'ard--overboard
What a good Christian should do.

Slow to believe that which if believe would hurt our feelings
They can conquer who believe they can
Oak and threefold brass surrounded his heart
He is armed without who is innocent within
Who guides below and rules above
Damned despair, to shun the living light
We cannot control the evil tongues of others
Private men have nothing to do with government
Eyes are pioneers that first announce
Burdens become light when cheerfully born
The good are heaven's peculiar care
In the pool where you least expect it will be found a fish
The most delightful pleasures cloy without variety
One ungrateful man does an injury to all who stand in need of aid
More interest in the punishment of injury than he who receives it
If a better system is yours, import it; if not, use mine.
What is hurtful and what sholesome
Posterity should inquire shy no statues were erected
Presents which our love for the donor has rendered precious
Everyone can remember that which has interested himself

Again angry with himself when he returns to reason
Benefits and friendly offices I have done to others
Each loves himself the best
How often events by chance unexpectedly come to pass
The first virtue is to restrain the tongue
No gain so certain as from sparing what you have
All see and judge better in the affairs of others
No wickedness proceeds on any grounds of reason
Opposites are yet linked together
Remembers more willingly what excites his ridicule
Money is a handmaiden if you know how to use it; a mistress if you do not.
The body overcharged with the excess of yesterday weighs down the mind.
Those who are wiser fear the consequences
Never add to them the deformity of vice
Do you seek sauce by labor?
We in vain summon the mind to intense application
Dignity and love do not blend well
Time will bring to light whatever is hidden
Consult the lives of other men as we would a looking glass
Courage in danger is half the battle.

He cries for help: I come--I see him lie--
And the vast shield, where shines the pictured world,
Or shall I stand excluded from my right
Mine, shows the fierce thrusts of a thousand spears.
Thine, which, to suit your soul, were only made
A prowess never shining but by night.
The weapons destined for the fall of Troy.
Till one, more artful, made his fraud appear?
Thus is he dangerous only to his friends.
Who strove, with loud reproaches, to restrain
Is soon among the foremost in the flight.
I was the champion called to that proud field--
That he, the aid he would not give, should need.
Nor should this high descent, in this great cause
Till one, more artful, made his fraud appear?
His hated name among a hero's race?
Now ask for arms, and dare to ask for these?
Nor need I to the Greeks my deeds display--
And why should you another's arms require?
And the vast shield, where shines the pictured world,

Come all you youth's companions
But deep into his bosom
In sorrow for to die.
How Dan Kelly's clan shot them down to a man,
Yes, tell her, dear, oh do,
Not many years ago,
But every nook and corner knows of Jesse James.
I've had my worldly pleasure,
Two men went down before me
Nor to one prayer allow, as I sailed, as I sailed.
And the men they did divide;
Is more than I will do.
And children to beg for their bread.
And when he fell he closed his eyes
But never hang down your head."
He said, "For money for a ticket
That's why I'm on the scaffold
On a cold November day;
Away out in the West.
And women have made me deranged."

Maud with her exquisite face,
The shrill-edged shriek of a mother divide the shuddering night.
O child, you wrong your beauty, believe it, in being so proud;
Like things of the season gay, like the bountiful season bland,
Half-lost in the liquid azure bloom of a crescent of sea,
But an ashen-grey delight.
That it should, by being so overwrought,
To have no peace in the grave, is that not sad?
Not let any man think for the public good,
Deeper, ever so little deeper
The shadow still the same;
So many a million of ages have gone to the making of man:
But I know where a garden grows,
But I trust that I did not talk
But arose, and all by myself in my own dark garden ground,my pulses closed their gates with a shock on my heart as I heard
And the flying gold of the ruined woodlands drove through the air.
And says he is rough but kind
Men were drinking together
O child, you wrong your beauty, believe it, in being so proud;
And I was cursing them and my doom,
And the whole little wood where I sit is a world of plunder and prey.

The only true god is the Christians' god.
And fearing that he might be hurt or maimed,
That wheresoever you go I too shall be
Twas an immeasurable giant's, who
And also made a breakfast of his own:
'A thousand times I've been about to say,
Stretched forth her arms to clasp her lord again:
'Who knocks here?' grumbling all the while, said he.
Since that to carry me he was so slack--
Too greatly feared, at first, to be compliant.
Twere best to carry him into some wood,
Over which I crossed with two and sixty counts.
And having said thus much, he went his way;
I know not, but they are all of savage stuff;
And to the fountain's brink precisely pours;
And, if you please, by you may be adored.
'When hither to inhabit first we came
Perhaps thou deemest this lad a Mars in heart?
'The third, Morgante's savagest by far; he
Where wiaed them the abbot in great doubt.

See how Aurora shines and shadows vanish;
As Mercury, gifted by the magic wand,
As quick as thought he wore Diana's mask.
Then from his bleeding body Pentheus cried,
While through the streets one felt the earthquake stir
into the lifeless earth, but who are we
Saying if he did not find her, exile
Instructions not to look into her secret!
Thrust down by heaven's bolt crashed over Ossa.
And his bride were left to praise the fortunate
Were cause of all the grief upon his head.
Had claimed you then I would have followed after;
O had I father's gift, I would breath life
The latest of new creatures was the serpent,
Thrust down by heaven's bolt crashed over Ossa.
Spurting across the mountain, outstepped time;
Spoke for them; their speech was in the gesture
And midway through the feast called for another.

So was their sanctuary violated,
Love, children, happiness?"
And she exclaimed.
Stood for her cause, and flung defiance down
Nothing but this; my very ears were hot
He always made a point to post with mares;
An awful voice within had warned him thence;
From over her arched brows, with every turn
Descending: once or twice she let her hand,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
But Ida stood nor spoke, drained of her force
'Now lies the earth all Danae to the stars
And call her hard and cold, which seemed a truth;
Though, Madam, you should answer, we would ask--
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
'Tears, idle tears, I know no what they mean,

Shall a man's faith say what it is? Or a man's guess deem?
Nor satiated ever with song till her last be sung,
Each pulse that awakens my blood into rapture fades,
But the might of the noon, though the light of it pass away,
Were given to the charge of thy keeping; and soundless panic
Which now dares deem not that light is as darkness, fain
Whose flame-lit odor satiates the flowers; mine eyes
More pure than moonbeams--yea, but the rays run sheer
And hate the holy darkness on glade and glen.
The skies that scorn us are less in thy sight than we,
With love as with pain; and the wide wood's motionless breast
Cleave, as discharged from the string of God's bow, tense
As man for woman, as woman for man? Full soon,
Yet may not it say, though it seek thee and think to find
Close; and the goal of delight and of life is one:

Here begins The New Life
But of his own great heart,
Pleases, recommending its course to the arms of Fortune.
But trusting in him, who yet was leading his friend to
The New Life
This sonnet is so esy to understand, from what is
'Tis Nature makes them when she loves: a king
The New Life
At fiest, with brief or longer slumbering.
My inmost being then feels thoroughly quit
'Names are the consequents of things.'
And made yet clearer; but this division may pass, and
With that, my soul woke up from its eclipse,
The New Life
Which determined me that I would say nothing further
The New Life
And mourns, may it please you (for his heart's relief)
The New Life
Your saints crying aloud continually."
When in my anguish you have looked on me;
Difficulty it is impossible for any to solve who is not in
Wherein, having pleaded my excuse, I should tell her
When yielding salutaion by the way,
Grief." And I said also: "If I could speak with them
They who wrote poems of love wrote not in the vulgar
Concerning this I have two parts. First, I tell the cause why she
And you shall hear a bitter scorn of all
Then I departed, having made my moan;

Their cruel swords they quickly drew,
A chance in fairy that befell,
But finding still the coast was clear,
Of which they have the keeping.
Of one of his own fairy crew,
When by Tom Thumb, a fairy page,
But she has made it in her way,
Of these affairs so weighty.
For she does only mind him;
How fair he sat, how sure he rid,
With Oberon yet madding;
A chance in fairy that befell,
That understands things by the half
Of fair Queen Mab, which day and night
A stump does trip him in his pace,
Some token to Queen Mab to send.
When soon away the wasp does go;
And in what arms he was arrayed,
His service took too good effect,
Too well, he feared, his queen that knew,
Of fair Queen Mab, which day and night
Of them so called the fairy ground,
Among the briars and brambles.
That he arrived at the last,
Of which they have the keeping.
Do publicly proclaim him:
And lying down, they soundly slept,
I think the devil guided me

Oh! May I live exempted (while I live
Compared with the repose the sofa yields.
That life holds out to all, should most abound
To slumber in the carriage more secure,
Of thorny boughs; have loved the rural walk
Ponderous, and fixed by its own massy weight.
And still remember, nor without regret,
A tooth or auburn lock, and by degrees
Is Nature's dictate, strange there should be found
Nor his who quits the box at midnight hour
Thus first necessity invented stools,
By soft recumbency of outstretched limbs,
Time was, when clothing sumptuous or for use,
Hard fare! But such as boyish appetite
He seeks them headlong, and is seen no more.
The occasion--for the fair commands the song.
And skirted thick with intertexture firm
Or velvet soft, or plush with shaggy pile:
Nor sofa then I needed. Youth repairs
The chase for sustenance, precarious trust!
While admiration feeding at the eye,
Compared with the repose the sofa yields.
Their length and color from the locks they spare.
And not a year but pilfers as he goes
Hard fare! But such a boyish appetite
Of libertine excess, the sofa suits

Where beauty oft and lettered worth consume
Conspire against him, with his breath he draws
Was to encourage goodness, he would stroke
And roofs embattled high, the gloomy scenes
Fires from beneath, and meteors from above,
Upridged so high, and sent on such a charge,
Like kindred drops been mingled into one.
He finds his fellow guilty of a skin
Such evil sin has wrought; and such a flame
My man of morals, nurtured in the shades
Of brotherhood is severed as the flax
Not colored like his own, and having power
On God's behalf, lays waste his fairest works.
Explains all mysteries, except her own,
And then skip down again; pronounce a text,
Pours she not all her choicest fruits abroad,
And drown him in her dry and dusty gulfs.
By infidelity and love of the world,
The voice of singing and the sprightly chord
Ocean has caught the frenzy, and upwrought

To adorn the sofa with eulogium due,
And winds his way with pleasure and with ease;
Been hurt by the archers. In his side he bore,
Domestidc life in rural leisure passed!
He shuts it close, and the first labor ends.
Since then, with few associates, in remote
A senseless bargain. When I see such games
And cherries hangs her twigs. Geranium boasts
Is ofttimes proof of wisdom, when the fault
And find the total of their hopes and fears
In which obscurity has wrapped them up,
And winds his way with pleasure and with ease;
And pregnant with discoveries new and rare.
When he shall call his debtors to account.
And thus gives virtue indirect applause;
There was I found by one who had himself
Than to release the adultress from her bond.
And silent woods I wander, far from those
To adorn the sofa with eulogium due,
Some write a narrative of wars, and feats
To tell its slumbers and to paint its dreams,
Each in his own delusions; they are lost
Men too were nice in honor in those days,
Which, save himself who trains them, none can feel:
And winds his way with pleasure and with ease;
To adorn the sofa with eulogium due,

Hear the faint echo of those brazen throats,
Hark! 'Tis the twanging horn! Over yonder bridge,
And spreads the honey of his deep research
He sucks intelligence in every clime,
Her elbows ruffled, and her tottering form
Observed as prodigies, and soon reclaimed.
It seems the part of wisdom, and no sin
To palliate dulness, and give time a shove.
And having dropped the expected bag--pass on.
And gathering, at short notice, in one group
Begs a propitious ear for his poor thoughts,
Cold and yet cheerful: messenger of grief
He whistles as he goes, light-hearted wretch,
And sigh, but never tremble at the sound.
But urged by storms along its slippery way;
While fancy, like the finger of a clock,
On the same cushion of habitual sloth.
Suits well the thouful or unthinking mind,
Pay contribution to the store he gleans;
Down to the rosy west; but kindly still
Descending, and, with never-ceasing lapse,
With all its generations; I behold
The family dispersed, and fixing thought,
Sermons and city feasts, and favorite airs,
He whistles as he goes, light-hearted wretch,
And having dropped the expected bag--pass on.

He severs it away: no needless care
Imperial mistress of the fur-clad Russ!
All hearts to sadness, and none more than mine;
Thus nature works as if to mock at art,
To those who, posted at the shrine of truth,
To bear this burdens; drawing in his gears
To escape the impending famine, often scared
That I myself am but a fleeting shade,
Imperial mistress of the fur-clad Russ!
But now and then with pressure of his thumb
Shoot into pillars of pellucid length,
From every herb and every spiry blade
Not so, where scornful of a check it leaps
The long-protracted rigor of the year
That trickle down the branches, fast congealed,
Beneath the dazzling deluge; and the bents
The growing wonder takes a thousand shapes
That I myself am but a fleeting shade,
That I myself am but a fleeting shade,
That I myself am but a fleeting shade,
Mine, spindling into longitude immense
That in its fall the liquid sheet throws wide.

Through the imperceptible meandering veins
Where memory slept. Wherever I have heard
Roved far, and gathered much: some harsh, 'tis true,
the night was winter in his roughest mood,
But all is in his hand whose praise I seek.
Then stops and snorts, and throwing high his heels,
The grand transition, that there lives and works
While sloth seduces more, too weak to bear
These, and a thousand images of bliss,
Whose outspread branches overarch the glade.
And lanes in which the primrose ere here time
His influence, if that influence all be spent
Charms more than silence. Meditation here
Roved far, and gathered much: some harsh, 'tis true,
To steel their hearts against the dread of death."
And worships. Her report has travelled forth
With easy force it opens all the cells
The state beneath the shadow of whose vine
So man, the moth, is not afraid, it seems,
And worships. Her report has travelled forth
The playful humor; he could now endure
An agency divine, to make him know
He has outslept the winter, ventures forth
Would urge a wiser suit than asking more.

What is a state? The wise behold in her
And ye, beliefs! Coiled serpent-like about
Copying with awe the one paternal mind.
In act, as hovering angels when they spread
How shall your ancient warnings work for good
For one who speaks in numbers; ampler scope
Far oftener than, bad ushering worse event,
Softens his heart, till from his eyes outwell
And guidance have I sought in duteous love
His mandates, given rash impulse to control
They know the dread requital's source profound;
A laxity that could not but impair
A voice--that world whose veil no hand can lift
Afforded (May it through all time afford)
Thousands, as toward yon old Lancastrian towers,
On proud temptations, till the victim groaned
He rested not; its depths his mind explored,
And being, to preclude or quell the strife
Their first look--blinded as tears fell in showers
The sentence rule by mercy's heaven-born lights."

Iron that bound
Man, equal and one with me, man that is made of me, man that is I.
Praying prayers to the god of their fashion,
she stirs not for all that have prayed.
My spirit elate;
With hands uncreate,
Canst thou say in thine heart
And smell of their shoots
My own blood is what stanches
Lo, winged with worlds's wonders,
I have need not of prayer;
Dim changes of water,
what thing of all these hast thou known of or found?
God changes, and man, and the form of them bodily; I am the soul.
What is here, dost thou know it?
With the fires of his thunders
With hands uncreate
All sounds of all changes
That take and that give,
And the breath in the kiss.
Souls overcast
In the buds of your lives is the sap of my leaves;
Ye shall live and not die.
Dim changes of water,
what thing of all these hst thou known of or found?
I am equal and whole;
The war-wind that rages,
On the world's mountain ranges
Man, equal and one with me, man that is made of me, man that is I.

(Where our dead and dying lay
With hands too busy for thier lips they deal their volleys out.
"Ah, God be thankes! Our friends are nigh;
"And God bore me, now let me rest;"
But why does a sudden tremor seize on them while they gaze?
Trenchard's hurt, our flag in ribbons, and the lunging boat set through
Near, nearer still. The haughty fleet glides silent as the grave,
Our feet were gashed and bare,
The oldest craft on the line--
While the steam hums;
The floodtide of fraternal strife rolled upward to his feet,
Ninety men against two thousand, and ninety won the fight
Did he compass his purpose?...The hero! One name
And I on the opposite shore will be,

From wastes of rock he brings
The cold whip-adder unespied
And favoring virgin freshness yet.
--Yes for a time they held as well
And have your fill of meat;
It is the forged feature finds me; it is the rehearsal
And where the brow in first descending bowed
So it is with my friends, I note, to hear
I can hear the harshness
Through him, melt him but master him still:
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Disappointment all I endeavor rend?
Crushed. Why do men now not reck his rod?
Had been more fertile and had sown with notes
Vacant creation's lamps apral.
O in turns of tempest, me heaped there; me frantic to avoid thee and flee?
Which praying fails to do away.
The window-circles, these my all be sought

And did the countenance divine,
The eternal great humanity divine, planted his paradise,
Mark well my words, they are of your eternal salvation!
With all colors of precious stones, and their inmost palaces
Bring me my spear: O clouds unfold!
Thus they sing creating the three classes among druid rocks
From Golgonooza the spiritual four-fold London eternal
Raged with thick flames redundant, and the Harrow maddened with fury.
The servants of the mills drunken with wine and dancing wild
Among these dark Satanic mills?
His spectre raging furious descended into its space
Elynittria! Whence is this jealousy running among the mountains
Upon the Thames shose lulling harmony reposed her soul:
O divine vision who did create the female: to repose
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand:
Glorying to involve Albion's body in fires of eternal war--
To whom be glory and power and dominion evermore Amen
Precipitant loud thundering into the sea of time and space
To annihilate the self-hood of deceit and false forgiveness
I will not cease from mental fight,
He saw the cruelties of Ulro, and he wrote them down
Over the deeps outstretching her twenty-seven heavens over Albion
And he also darkened his brows: freezing dark rocks between
Two yet but one: each in the other sweet reflected! These
Bring me my chariot of fire!
The dictate! Watch over this world, and with your brooding wings,
While Los heard indistinct in fear, what time I bound my sandals
Till Albion is arisen; then patient wait a little while,
Because of Satan: and the seven eyes of God continually
And was the holy lamb of God,
So Los spoke. But lightnings of discontent broke on all sides round
So they are born on Earth, and every class is determinate
And science is divided into Bowlahoola and Allamanda.
And every seven ages is incircled with a flaming fire.\
In England's green and pleasant land.
In the vale of Surrey where Horeb terminates in Rephaim
To the inhabitants of Eden, around them on all sides.
A shadow to repose in all the days of happy eternity
And lays down in the grave with them, in visions of eternity
Bring me my bow of burning gold:
She shall relent in fear of death: she shal begin to give
Here rendered deadly within the life and interior vision
It is the enterance of the first heaven named Luther: for
In the east gate of Golgonooza, and the twenty-eighth bright
Among these dark Satanic mills?
The heavens are the cherub, the twelve gods are Satan
The heads of the great polypus, four-fold twelve enormity
Burned terrible! My path became a solid fire, as bright
And awful man I see, overcovered wtih the mantle of years.
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
That it no longer shal dare to mock with the aspersion of madness
Rintrah and Palamabron view the human harvest beneath
To go forth to the great harvest and vintage of the nations
And was Jerusalem builded here,

Into a dark tempestuous sea of cloud
So that the peasant at his brother's bed
But you first guided me through doubt and fear,
The value of my labors ascertained,
Into immeasurable shade. No, No:
To crown my mortal forehead with a beam
To judge by any good their prayers effect.
That once the tide of light, about to break
Forgiving love as shall embalm it there!
Well pleased was I their state should thus at once
To teach them, not amaze them "To impart
That they reject the weak, and scorn the false.
Spent and decided, wasted past retrieve
Though the niggard pasturage
What he pours forth. Dear Aureole, do but look!
Rather than praise the strong and true, in me:
"My law. Men must not know their strength: behold
And make each joy conceded prove a pledge
'Tis for their good, and therefore fit awhile
Those various natures whom you sway as one!

To linger in the sacred dark and green
But all that comes from the throne?
Of bill for coin and box for bale?
And marsh-plants, thirsty-cupped for rains,
And base it deep as devils grope:
That fly from tree-trunks and bark-rings;
There's plenty that can, if you can't: we know.
Of true love's least, least ecstacy?"
Yea, nature, singing sweet and lone,
As if a petal from a wild-rose blown
Hush, fellow-swine: why nuzzle and cry?
Of bill for coin and box for bale?
As here I lie,
Breathes through life's strident polyphone
The nymphs, cold creatures of man's colder brain,
Of bill for coin and box for bale?
Breathes through life's strident polyphone
Motherly sobbing, not distinctlier heard
Of true love's least, least ecstacy?"
Above men's oft-unheeding heads,
And the kilns and the curt-tongued mills say go!
To finer and diviner ends
Since Pembroke's life, as Pembroke's blade,
When all's done, what have you won
Pistils, and petals crystalline;

Huntsman, rest! Your chase is done,
Faith beholds a feeble light
Shall England come to shame,
To hear my mournful story, in the pleasant vineyard ground,
And cruel slaughter made,
In happy hour,--
Up the streets of Aberdeen,
"Were slain in the great victory."
Not in vain, confessor old,
And I know that, when our courtiers
I look on the beauty round me,
Clinging closely to each other, striving never to look round
Then with slow and weary labor a small grave they hollowed out
Comes shuddering on the blast, or the faint moan
And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky;
All night long the stars in heaven over the slain sad vigils kept.
Said little Wilhelmine.
And guessed some infant hand had placed it there,
And the night sky red with flames,
Loosely swung in the idle air,
Then, like a fool, confused, sat down again,
Nor now to prove our chance
Which he neglects the while,
Tell her the last night of my life (for, ere the moon be risen
And upon that field of carnage still the dead unburied lay.
For their mother--may heaven defend her!

O son, when will you learn of those that are born of despair,
Realization of socialism is now pressing on us. I think that
to give it a share of the joy and the satisfaction of need
I read what I could, and will hope that some information
Amid them shall spring up the story: yea the very breath of the air
And hopes for the future for what they may be worth.
Seemed the hope that had led us to live or to die.
In answer to our comrade Blackwell's suggestion and in
And she no less as she hearkened, as one thought through their bodies had sped.
Morals, the art of living worthily, and like a man. I must
I look and behold the days of the years that are passed away,
Heart-sick hand workers, in a word, in which all men
The hope of the day was enough; but now 'tis the very day
Faith in the analyst which I confess Iould not share, as it
My love, and the love we have fashioned, my wife and the little lad.
Face to face: the struggle between the classes therefore is
Of the life that they live there, so haggard and grim,
Sections, the first composed of men who would in any age of
And who was helping or heeding? The gaudy shops displayed
Not favorable to such questions, which seem sheer nonsense
Yet found them deeds to be doing; and no feeble folk were they
Shape of men fit to represent the gods and heroes? If
But for some, they seemed to think that a prelude was all this
Race as the thirsty creatures in the hay-field; they had been
As I spoke the word "Betrayed," my eyes met his in a glance.
Democratic measures above mentioned are all of them
In the cold and sad time ere the dawn of day.
Work, do not produce, and even when they do produce,
And her foot set firm on the rampart, as she hastened here and there,
Of art, the beauty which man creates when he is most a
Yet, yet the tears on my cheek! And what is this does move
Dials streets to make our way to St. Martin's Lane, than
And the grey of the morn was upon us as we sped through the poplar plain,
Need fear the growth of a new authority taking the place
Your life is full of mourning, and theirs so empty and bare
Would accomplish towards it, or when there would be
And of other horrors they told not, except in a word or two,
Effete system of production will not, we are convinced,
And ever more and more seemed the town like a monstrous tomb
At first sight, indeed, it would seem impossible to make
Where the poor are dumb and deedless, where the rich are not afraid.
Notice. The "square," i.e. the sunken space, was guarded
No share for me then in the stir, no share in the hurry and mirth.
Seems to me nothing more than a machinery of socialism.
Would flatter adown before us and tell of the acres of sheaves,
Let me turn the leaf and find a new picture, or my holiday
As a map is to a picture, so is all that my words can say.
We shall not bear it when the workers get out of their
But not for dreams of rejoicing had we come across the sea:
Us cease to be fools then, and they will be our masters no
"Well, sir, you have got your wish, as far as I can hear,

The full moon is a splendid gong
In our harsh village of the West
Good shepherds guarding sheep
We find there what we bring
The curving, wide wall-border
Diameter and such.
And taste that supper sweet.
And see what should be seen.
Some of the birds will sing.
Within... It blossoms soon....
He shivers through the night.
And on the vexing portrait
"I climb upon their backs, and ride,
"If I could set the moon upon
The urchins of the sky.
Whose song the fays hold dear.
In our harsh village of the West.
And trembles morning, noon and night.
The blue-haze vast, complete.
In various ways aforetime
They eat her gray and golden face.
The starry space, a castle hall:
The moon's a brass-hooped water-keg.
The evening crowd was clamoring and drinking,
Upon her breast her hands and hair
The moon's a snowball. See the drifts

Rest Before Labor
First trades & commerce ships & armed vessels he built laborious
Stern Urizen beheld urged by necessity to keep
Whence is the voice of Enion that sounds in my porches
On a broad wave in the warm west, balming her bleeding wound
Or will you answer youngest woman clad in shining green
Joy thrilled through all the furious form of Tharmas humanizing
Beyond this universal confusion beynd the remotest pole
Still hating, still professing love, still laboring in the smoke,
He turned from side to side in tears he wept & he embraced
The king of light beheld her mourning among the brick kilns compelled
The virtues of the eternal worlds ten thousand thousand spirits
If you repent not & leave you as a rotten branch to be burned
I alone dare the lash abide to sit beneath the blast

For we wrestle not against flesh and blood,
But Urizen awoke & Luvah woke & thus conferred
The mountains of Urizen once of silver where the sons of wisdom dwelt
Drinking the joys of universal manhood. One dread morn
On all the sons of men & every human soul terrified
The tyger in redounding smoke the serpent of the woods
O torment O torment. A worm compelled. Am I a worm
I see, invisible descent into the gardens of Vala
And pitying comfort as she sighed forth on the wind the spectres
The joy of woman is the death of her best beloved
Rattling with clanking chains the universal empire groans
Your pity is from the foundation of the world & your redemption
You rise in the dew of morning & at night are folded up
Or else consume their shadowy semblance yet they obstinate

But against principalities, against powers,
And now we know that whatsoever you will ask of God
For from the hand of Urizen the myriads fall like stars
For whether they looked upward they saw the divine vision
Some became seed of every plant that shall be planted; some
Who sit mocking upon the little pebbles of the tide
Siezing upon his feet & rending the sinewss that in caves
Because the lamb of God creates himself a bride & wife
Rattling the adamantine chains & hooks heave up the ore
Unless some way can be found that I may look upon you & live
Will you now smile among the slain when the wounded groan in the field
While the flail of Urizen sounded loud & the winnowing wind of Tharmas
To bear this self conviction take then eat you also of
Then Enion & Ahania & Vala & the wife of dark Urthona

Against the rulers of the darkness of this world,
When I was a ravening hungering & thirsting cruel lust & murder
What you forget. They in us & we in them alternate lived
So shall the spongy marrow issuing from your splintered bones
Take you the seven diseases of man store them for times to come
Drink in the deadly dull delusion horrors of eternal death
Him far into the world of Tharmas into a caverned rock
Into the temple of Urizen to give light to the abyss
I will arise explore these dews & find that deep pulsation
Each dome opended toward four halls & the three domes emcompassed
And here I see thee house remain in my most pleasant world
I walk by the footsteps of his flocks come hither tender flocks
Still dies for Enitharmon nor a spirit springs from my dead corpse
The gold & silver & costly stones his holy workmanship

Against spiritual wickedness in high places.
But clouds of human souls. My nostrils drink the lives of men
Depends alone upon the universal hand & not in us
They stood above the heavens forsaken desolate suspended in blood
Begin with Tharmas parent power, darkening in the west
Brought up the loaded wagons with shoutings ramping tigers play
B ut when Luvah in Orc became a serpent he descended into
Where nothing lives, there to wander & if you return weary
Wailing runs round the valleys from the mill & from the barn
I sit in the place of shells & mourn & you are closed in clouds
Is it not possible that one risen again from death
The tyger in redounding smoke the serpent of the woods
And Luvah strove to gain dominion over the mighty Albion
Contracted they behold the secrets of the infinite mountains
Love & Jealousy / Death & Judgment

Wandered in the wood; and now, no longer restrained by the
I closed not my eyes that night. My internal being was
Appeared at one time a mere scion of the evil principle, and
Near me; I stood fixed, gazing intently: I could not be
Single off-spring, when I was about five years old, while
The latter, however, I did not like. Then, overcome by
The snow that obstructed her path to the milk-house,
History of chemistry, and the various improvements made
Oh! No mortal could support the horror of that countenance.
Myself when young; but that wears out in a very short time."
Impossible as a physical fact, affords a point of view to the
That was so annoying to me.
Store for mywn consumption; but when I found that in
Funeral wail, and the sound of your lamentations shall
Which he evinced to use the language of my heart; to
Sad trash."
Easily engaged him to assist in my enterprise.
Countenance of the aged cottager won my reverence,
Did I request thee, maker, from my clay
To mould me man? Did I solicit thee
From darkness to promote me?--

Follow not her flying feet
The durance of a granite ledge
Wise Ali's suright sayings pass
When the violets were in their shrouds, and summer in its pride,
And of the fibre, quick and strong,
Of Caesar's hand, and Plato's brain,
Highways for me through the rock.
An exile from the wilderness,--
And ever and forever love
To make no step until the event is known,
No inch to the god of day;
I said, 'What influence me preferred,
Why need I galleries, when a pupil's draught
'Once I dwelt apart,
To every tone beat answering tones,
Let wine repair what this undid;
Wise harbinger of spheres and tides,
And hearkens in the berry's bell
And through the priest the mind inspires.
But the poor, unsightly, noisome things
To please each other well;
At this pinch, wee San Salvador!
Round they roll till dark is light,
Sweet tyrant of all!
From each to each, from thee to me,
And on my heart monastic aisles
But, leaving rule and pale forethought,
Warning to the blind and deaf,
Love scatters oil
The insanity of towns to stem
He builded better than he knew;--
And, though a pyramid, will bound.
The heavens that now draw him
This monument of my despair
Arrived in time to swell his grain;
If in ashes the fire-seed slept.
Under the Andes to the Cape,
But if upon the seas I sail,
And type of permanence!
Go, blindworm, go,
He will never be gainsaid,--
All too nimble for my treading.
And where the inflection slid,
And along the river-side,
So to be husbanded for poorer days,
Are of one pattern made; bird, beast and flower,
Of vital force the wasted rill,
Above her will, be true;
Unknowing war, unknowing crime,
Listen what the poplar-tree
Warning to the blind and deaf,
The encounter of the wise,--
I wiped away the weeds and foam,
In music every one,

Ten camels of the herd, had drunk their fill.
Within the cave that Abraham had bought
And Isaac took Rebekah for his wife;
"What meaneth this?" the musing shepherd cried;
He leaned with all his weight of fourscore years
But say you Abraham hath waxen old?
And Israel, too, his silver tongue once heard,
Resistless--the conquerer Death!
Welcome was given, his camels were ungirt,
The god more ancient than the lights of heaven,
The child of promise wore his sonship well.
Him that for Israel dared to try the might
And set the fare before the aged man.
This virgin as fit mate for Abraham's son.
He trusts the Lord, and does his part.
And she shall say to me, a stranger, 'Drink,
Untio the man who loved and served the Lord.
With sweeping glance that took in far and near,
With the Accuser's voice, howled mockingly.
Whose arm wrought miracles at Ascalon,
Hung on the wall it pulls by slow decay;
Who was, and is, and shall forever be;
As the blade rests within its guardian sheath;
Back to the city where his brother reigned.
Striving with the angelic stranger.
He reared unto his father's memory.
And stood as motionless as if out the rock,
And Sothis rises on the world once more,
Seeking by thought to learn, if so the Lord
Their berkers brimmed, their eyes all red with wine,
Seven years he held Damascos with firm hand.
In long procession and in grand array,
"Now, Samson, be thy manhood's vigor thine;
One sire to us, one God there is to all,
The shining watchers trembled and turned pale,
Thy wisdom hath saved us from famine,
Now, they had come to do as he had bidden,
Henceforth the type of mutual wedded love.
--Let that same damsel be the bride decreed
Kinship to thee and aspirations high

Ham was quite as earnest as he. I dare say they would have said
that is not in question between us now. I belong to a family
and his hair (where he is not bald) made more rebellious than ever
houses were like, and what the inhabitants were about; and when
the tumbler, 'Ordered a glass of ale--would order it--I told
beforehand that nothing you, or anyone, can tell me, will show my
with such inscriptions. In my dread of the end of the vacation and
and the offices; and I knew that the servants read it, and the
edification of Dora at second hand. The amount of practical wisdom
thankful for. In Mr. Wickfield's kind intention to give me my
I saw them so near her. But I couldn't manage it. She was too bewildering.
It was a happy circumstance for me that Traddles came back
nobody; for wherever my back was, there I imagined somebody
and for someone else besides. Davy, my darling, are you listening?

What direful woes the hapless man attend,
Bonds, bills and mortgages, his favorite books,
Talk of the dangers of the stormy seas;
Merchants his yeomen, and his bondsmen Jews;
As arrant dunces have been known to sit
What vast results from trivial causes spring;
Hearts such as these may play the queerest pranks,
Baron of Germany, or a royal Dane,
And swings his arms to emphasize a plea
A broad distinction, brilliant, and my own:
Rewards the lawyer for his venal plea;
To worthiest objects points the givers's sight;
Pays to the priest his stinted annual fee;
A well-stored pantry and a tidy maid,
May fairly blow the torch of Hymen out;
As landsmen, sitting in luxurious ease,
The Turk submissive to his royal might,
Some days for pleasure, and an hour to spend
Or spends more treasure than a mint affords;
From mine to mint, curst is the coin that parts

The year is dying in the night;
To that vague fear implied in death,
Sphere all your lights around, above.
A life in civic action warm,
Our father's dust is left alone
Which makes me sad I know not why,
Wild hours that fly with hope and fear,
Nor branding summer suns avail
The spirit does but mean the breath:
Old new, which graspest at the stones
But half my life I leave behind.
Or sadness in the summer moons?
A deeper voice across the storm,
They might not seem thy prophecies,
And which, though veiled, was known to me,
Nor cared the serpent at thy side
And saying, 'Comes he thus, my friend?"
Nor branding summer suns avail
And flash at once, my friend, to thee!

By the youths that died for love
Now with furies surrounded
To bright cecilia greater power is given;
Let the warbling lute complain:
To the pale nations of the dead,
Yet even in death Eurydice he sung,
Eurydice the floods,
Descend from Pelion to the main.
Warriors she fires with animated sounds;
And make despair and madness please:
Till the roofs all around
Of Orpheus now no more let poets tell,
And giddy factions hear away their rage.
Ah see, he dies!
Till the roofs all around
This the divine Cecilia found,
The shrill echoes rebound:
While in more lengthened notes and slow,
And calls her ghost,
To arms, to arms, to arms!
Gently speak upon the ear;
And make despair and madness please:
What sounds were heard,
Wake into voice each silent string,
Eurydice the floods,
Dismal screams,
Hark! The numbers soft and clear,
While in more lengthened notes and slow,
Gently steal upon the ear;
Now under hanging mountains,
By the youths that died for love,

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Child. My heart might burst; but it
He talked miscellaneously and digressively
Turned victorious to the foot of the
Random. A Frenchman was not less
Dunce, do you think I trusted them
Of adding to my guilt! I need an interval
Breath. But in a moment his secret
Proper to convey to him, should at
Voice, and those cadences, which
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Pursuit were obscurity and content.
Walk without assistance being supported
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Imparted. I sit down purely to relate a
Himself entitled to scrutinize his proceedings
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Discover traits of the amiable young
Upon the points of the rocks, contrasting
Ground, but I caught her in my arms
A Christian: my mind was engrossed
From which I could not escape!
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Disturb. Then, dear Julia! rejoined
Roof shold fall and crush us together.
Of his spirit and the rectitude of his
Everyday part that I was called to sustain,
My appearance, as I believe my daughters
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With a sort of gloomy contentment to
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May institute in his adoptive country
I changed the oppression of inactive
Her mind, and was peculiar and individual.
Two or three words. The next morning
I crossed the saloon to enquire. One
Was without friends, or the means of
Time should be sacrificed to needless
That have overtaken you. But, here
Fall to the lot of a man. Go, Pandora,
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A time shall come, a barbarous time,
Such the dire calm that glooms Carribean shores
Do thoughts like those which little minds debase,
The serpent floods of venom pours
Her voice, the groan of war, the shriek of woe
This courge of Scandia's realms, this pest of war;
By the potent runic rhyme,
Sublimed, by rival love, to fiercer fires.
Where mad Antonio heaves the headlong flood;--
Fenris bursts his iron chain;
She cessed;--in thunder vanishing from view,
And Upas fatal as the stroke of death:
From the ghastly feats of woe,
Nor even the aspen's restless foliage played;--
Overpowered the heavenly legions fall,
Whelm their pale numbers in the eternal shade;
The fiends, the cauldron, and the hags withdrew.
And nigh the wizard take their silent stand.
Portents dire shall then succeed;
And brother blush with brother's gore:

This disposition
True principles and thought
He found it in the human
Than to affect our actions, and these actions can have no reference
Them, but though their characters depend on how we think, they
Condemning its victim to pine away in the fullness
However,
Seeking, since the time of Descartes, the defect in the conception
Which, developed in the early
But I may
Perfect clearness of thought, such as we see and admire
What a thing means is simply what habits it involves.
In its effects.
Part
Unless it be fed with the facts of
Unrolled that is to tell us whether such a people will or will not in
Belief; yet it is conceivable
Than they do the meaning of our ideas,
The conception of what truth is,
Their hardness increases with the
The same thing is true of accelerations,
Soft? This seems a foolish question, and would be so,
Beyond
Rise. If beliefs do not differ in this respect, if they appease
Shall rise again," and the opinion which would
How to make our ideas clear
There are the separate notes, and
Do not seem to
Result from a false supposion. The reductio
Shall teach us is, how to make our ideas clear; and
How to make our ideas clear

Beside the ungathered rice he lay,
When upon the Red Sea coast
And all her hope and all her pride
Filled my soul with strange emotion;
She dwells by great Kenhawa's side,
Broke their dungeon-gates at night.
And struck him to the earth!
For she was rich, and gave up all
Her hands as icy cold.
On him alone the curse of Cain
Into the still bayou.
He did not feel the driver's whip,
Scare school-boys from their play!
And thus she walks among her girls
He took the glittering gold!
Odors of orange-flowers, and spice,
A worn-out fetter, that the soul
The feudal curse, whose whips and yokes
Perished Pharoah and his host.
Once more a king he strode;
Their wrists are cramped with gyves.
"Servant of God! Well done!"
And a bloodhound's distant bay.
Her soul, like the transparent air
But the voice of nature was too weak;
Are not the sport of storms.

Away, ay-yah!
And the gin was gettin' low,
I'll take her 'cross the rolling water,
Mark well what I do say!
I steered from sound to sound, as I sailed,
John Franswah!
To receive my just desert, I must die, I must die,
There comes a reckoning day, you must die, you must die,
But against them I rebelled, as I sailed.
And I scarcely think
I took the maiden on my knee,
'Cross the wide Missouri.
Her face is fair, her step is light,
John Franswah!
They took Boney off again,
Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you,
Away, ay-yah!
Way, hawl away, we'll hawl away Joe;
Boney beat the Rooshians,
In Amsterdam there lived a maid
With his goddam wicked eye.
But as we were going she said unto me,
Hooray and up she rises,
And unto me did say, "Take warning now by me,
But then he got his head cut off which spoiled his constitution,
Mark well what I do say!

Ever and aye, by shine and show,
Then the lady rose again,
The lady, who knelt at the old oak tree?
And may not well awakened be
How drowsily it crew.
She makes answer to the clock
And gladly oru stout chivalry
And the lady, whose voice was faint and sweet,
Some say, she sees my lady's shroud.
Where an army in battle array had marched out.
He would proclaim it far and wide,
Some say she sees my lady's shroud.
Took the key that fitted well;
Might prove her dear lord's joy and pride!
And they rode furiously behind.
And the spring comes slowly up this way.
Ever and aye, by shine and shower,
Stretch forth your hand (Thus ended she),
White with their panting palfreys' foam:
Nor do I know how long it is
Beautiful exceedingly!
Sixteen short howls, not overloud;
Then the lady rose again,
The hall as silent as the cell;
And comforted Geraldine:
Thus Bracy said: The baron, the while,
Sixteen short howls, not over loud;
Ever and aye, by shine and shower,

Four for the quarters, and twelve for the hour;
Praise we the Virgin all divine
'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock,
And help a wretched maid to flee.
Close by the dove's its head it crouched;
Sixteen short howls, not overloud;
She rose: and forth with steps they passed
And see! The lady Christabel
Has a toothless mastiff bitch;
And gladly our stout chivalry
And tied me on a palfrey white,
And, by mine honor! I will say,
All in the middle of the gate;
And did bring her home with you in love and in charity,
All our household are at rest,
From her kennel beneath the rock
Will he send forth and friends withal
Some say, she sees my lady's shroud.
And may not well wakened be,
But Christabel in dizzy trance
Gathers herself from out her trance;
All in the middle of the gate;
I may dislodge their reptile souls
That strove to be, and were not, fast.
And would you wrong your only child,
Has a toothless mastiff bitch;
Some say, she sees my lady's shroud.

Impossible willows; the wide-throated hearth
His portly presence, mad for food,
Wrought puzzles out, and riddles told,
Shone at its full; the hill-range stood
What splendors fall on Syrian sands,
Was clay in slavery's shaping hand,
Beloved in every Quaker home,
From brook and bird and meadow flowers
Her daily life is preaching;
To hear the doom-blast of the trumpet shatter
Weaving through all the poor details
The little world of sights and sounds
From painful Sewel's ancient tome,
At midnight on Cochecho town,
That watch our homesteads over;
The moorland flower and peasant!
The common features magnified,
The jarring words of one whose rhyme
Like Peter's angel at the gates,
From the red scourge of bondage fly
Of life-blood in the sharpened face
Where, through clouds, are glimpses given

A thunder of lyres.
Thou shalt hush him with heavy caresses,
O fierce and luxurious Dolores,
Red mouth like a venomous flower;
Fresh heads for his arrows and thine;
Cold eyelids that hide like a jewel
And satiate with comfortless hours
Sin's child by incestuous death?
And they hailed thee re-risen, O Thalassian
And vine-leaves with Bacchus he trod;
What shall rest of thee then, what remain,
O fierce and luxurious Delores,
For the raptures and roses of vice;
And all came in sight?
Let it brighten and bloat and grow duller
Of gods that were goodly and glad
Is more than the wisdom of years,
These crown and caress thee and chain,
O mystic and somber Dolores
These crown and caress thee and chain,
Weak sins yet alive are as virtue
Most fruitful and virginal, holy,
The desire of thy furious embraces
But sweet as the rind was the core is;
For dried is the blood of thy lover,
Our lady of pain.

How sadly, I remember, rose the morning of the year!
His body dwindled and awry
But Effie, you must comfort her when I am past away.
Houseless by night.
What are the blessings of the sight,
What though on homely fare we dine,
At which his heart rejoices;
Of distant dim primroses.
But she struck one little match on the wall so cold and bare,
Till the eyes are heavy and dim!
And all the poor and hungry and forsaken ones are his,--
And in the wild March-morning, I heard them call my soul.
"It was a bitter, bitter night! The child is frozen dead."
Ah, sure my looks must pity wake,--
Your steps to guide your hearts to cheer."
Lift her with care!
Should fall on a sinner with nowhere to go!
Wipe those poor lips of hers,
It is a storm where the hot blood
And you'll come sometimes and see me where I am lowly laid.
Stay wherever you will.
Then shrinks into that fatal mould
Just as the setting sun's last ray
His body dwindled and awry
And blessings on his whole life long, until he meet me there!
I could look on it forever.

THESIS
Long live the king!
proletarians, and in public prostitution.
but let us have done with the bourgeois objections
with them. In contact with German social conditions
relation to historical development. In proportion as
is changed? The ruling ideas of each age have
labor. They smash machinery to pieces. They
But what is your affair in Elsinore?
revolutionary reconstitution of society at large, or in
exploitation.
endanger the existence of bourgeois property. The
abolished, feudal property in favor of bourgeois
constantly revolutionizing the instruments of production
correspond with the frist instinctive yearnings of that
And even the like precurse of feared events,
command of a perfect hierarchy of officers and sergeants.
To tell the secrets of my prison-house,
German police spies.

ANTITHESIS
conditions of life, however, prepare it far more for
increase the total of productive forces as rapidly
The leprous distilment; whose effect
set up that single unconscionable freedom--
I think I hear them. Stand ho! Who's there?
the desire of abolishing the right of personally
As meditation or the thoughts of love,
The pith and marrow of our attribute.
It was about to speak when the cock crew.
the expression of the struggle against this power,
with restricted selling and buying, with the fettered
abolition of the family! Even the most radical
weapons that brind death to itself; it has also
Jerusalem--and to realize all these castles in
and from the numerous national and local literatures
conservative and radical bourgeoisie, reserving,
what else does the history of ideas prove
and the more embittering it is.

SYNTHESIS
the part of a bribed tool of reactionary intrigue.
Look you, I'll go pray.
Nevertheless, in the most advanced countries.
immigrated from France into Germany, French
For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,
self-deception, this form of socialism ended in a miserable
formation fo the proletariat into a class, overthrow
risings of the German working class.
it proclaimed the German nation to be the
position of the communists
obtained is a victory for the bourgeoisie.
individuality, while the living person is dependent and has
adapted to it, and by the economic and political
London and sketched the following manifesto, to be published in the English
Almost to jelly with the act of fear,
society into various orders, a manifold gradation
early undeveloped period described above of the
Your loves, as mine to you: Farewell
(Exit stage left)

'Twas autumn, and a calm and placid day
Fell audibly. And with a startling sound.
O there is blessing in the gentle breeze,
I settle on some British theme, some old
As to myself pertained. I made a choice
To add meanwhile assurance of some work
Flying, found shelter in the Fortunate Isles,
Above the cavern of the willow-tree,
From paramount impulse not to be withstood;
A farewell to the city left behind,
Whereat, being not unwilling now to give
Meanwhile, the precipices rang aloud;
Beneath a tree, slackening my thoughts by choice
From some hill-top on sunny afternoons
Thoughtfully fitted to the Orphean lyre;
Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me
Fell audibly, and with a startling sound.
Of glory there forthwith to be begun--
With silver clouds and sunshine on the grass,
And the whole beauteous fabric seems to lack
In one society. Ah me, that all
Still hurrying, hurrying onward. Moon and stars
As at the touch of lightning, seeking him
Two hours declined towards the west, a day
The heart is almost mine with which I felt
Internal echo of the imperfect sound--
Of curling mist, or from the level plain
Perhaps too there performed. Thus long I lay
Discordant elements, and makes them move

Blessed the infant babe--
Among the leaves were stirring, and the sun,
When all the ground was dark and the huge clouds
Sublimer joy, for I would walk alone
For calmer pleasures--when the beauteous forms
Among the leaves were stirring, and the sun,
With giddy motion, but the time approached
Returned from the half-yearly halidays,
Most audible then when the fleshly ear,
With lilies-of-the-valley like a field,
We ran a boisterous race, the year span round
Returned from the half-yearly holiday,
A hermit's history. In such a race,
Society made sweet as solitude
In storm and tempest, or in starlight nights
That ancient woman, and her board, supplied.
And what my waking thoughts, supplied to nurse
We rested in the shade, all pleased alike,
Hence rustic dinners on the cool green ground--
In pennyless poverty. But now, to school
And human knowledge, to the human eye
Thus daily were my sympathies enlarged,
of vigorous hunger, for our daily meals
And yet the building stood, as if sustained
And to my friend who knows me I may add,
Nor is my aim neglected if I tell
To beat along the plain of Windermere
We came with purses more profusely filled,
aIt was the pastime of our afternoons
An old stone table and a mouldered cave--
In conversation betwixt man and man

To gallop through the coury in blind zeal
Wishing to hope without a hope--some fears
And what may rather have been called to life
From personal and family regards,
Some friends I had--acquaintances who there
And faculties, whether to work or feel:
With undisordered sight. But leaving this,
Beneath the pealing organ. Empty thoughts,
If childlike fruitfulness in passing joy,
About my future worldly maintenance,
Collateral suspicion, else unknown.
And the first dazzle of the taper-light,
Which time, and place, and season do impress
By after-meditation. But delight,
And poor misguided shame, and witless fear,
Why should I grieve?--I was a chosen son.
Unknown, unthought of, yet was almost rich,
And, more than all, a strangeness in my mind,
As if with a rebound my mind returned
Even the loose stones that cover the highway,
Some fair enticing island, did but know
Well understood, or naturally endeared,
To know that I was otherwise endowed.
I make short mention. Things they were which then
Is smitten thence with an unnatural taint,
Upon the matron temples of a place
In this recess which I have bodied forth
No longer haunting the dark winter night.

Like a sick lover, then his dog was used
By birth and call of nature preordained
Old men and matrons, staid, promiscuous rout,
Perhaps than if it had been more desired,
A passenger approaching, would he turn
Though earnest--doubtless with a little pride,
At our domestic table; and, dear friend,
Had lain awake on breezy nights to watch
Remembering the importance of his theme
A satire on myself. My aged dame
In comfort, I entreated that henceforth
That time can lay upon her, how on earth
Was as a volume to me; some I hailed
A pleasant sight it was when, having clomb
Was given, that I should be--else sinning greatly--
Like recognitions, but with some constraint
At sight of such an emblem that shewed forth
Was with me, at my side; she guided me,
Of poesy, affecting private shades
Which I had loved, even as a blessed spirit
Had watched her with fixed eyes, while to and fro
The boyish spirit flagged, and day by day
But now was come a change--it would demand
Among my schoolfellows I scattered round
But now there opened on me other thoughts,
Nor knapsack; in his very dress appeared
Returned my salutation, then resumed
Spirits upon the stretch, and here and there
Like a sick lover, then his dog was used
Than those which now we have been passing by.

Gently on infant minds as does the sun
A worshipper of worldly seemliness-
Rich with indigenous produce, open ground
Was Euclid's Elements. 'And this,' said he
The stranger,' said my friend continueing,
That self-same village church: I see her sit--
'Stretched forth the shell towards me, with command
Too learned, or too good, but wanton, fresh,
Make green peninsulas one's Thwaite's Lake.
But so it is; and in that dubious hour,
it might have well beseemed me to repeat
Where it lies hidden in its endless home
Touches him not. Briefly, the moral part
The honors of thy high endowments; there
Behold a race of young ones like to those
And Sabra in the forest with St. George!
'This other,' pointing to the shell, 'This book
And heard that instant in an unknown tongue,
While questioning himself what this strange freight
And their high privilege of lasting life
Was growing in him when, behold, at once
By the highways and hedges: ballad-tunes,
My honored mother, she who was the heart
Destruction to the children of the earth
Or whatsoever else the heart holds dear--
Unheard by her, that she, not falsely taught,
Was sitting there in the wide wilderness
In childhood ere he was full ten years old.

The trunk and master branches everywhere
moves through the air, or as a fish pursues
A different worship. Finally, whatever
Up from the ground and almost to the top
And loveliness of imagery and thought.
The stationary blasts of waterfalls,
Of printed books and authorship, began
Midled as to these latter not alone
My choice, did I at nights frequent our goves
Though not familiarly, my mind put on;
Through hours of silence till the porter's bell,
Upon the bosom of the gentle soane
Day after day, up early and down late,
We took our way, direct through hamlets, towns,
And ruling business, happy is the strength
For utterandce, to think how small a change
Went back to Granta's cloisters--not so fond
Producing like effect from outward cause
But here I must break off, and quit at once,
My heart leaped up when first I did look down
Of modest sympathy, such aspect now,
The present, with us in the times to come.
The only one, who had been lingering there
What, and what kind they were, My inner knowledge
That hung in yellow tassels and festoons,
Upon the stretch when winds are blowing fair.
The trunk and master branches everywhere
A mansion not unvisited of old
The trunk and master branches everywhere

Summoned from school to London--fortunate
Nothing is listened to. But these I fear
Face after face--the string of dazzling wares,
In twain, yet leaving the same outward shape.
Was one, a cripple from the birth, whom chance
The changeful language of their countenances
Of Westminster, the giants of Guildhall,
There was a time when whatsoever is feigned
Most delicate, a lurking eyelet, small
Inviting; with buffoons against buffoons
Have left behind them, foremost I am crossed
Upon his person, verily, though strange
Or given upon report by pilgrim friars
Together joined their multifarious aid
A minuet course, and, winding up his mouth
An under-sense of greatest, sees the parts
But on the mother's cheek the tints were false,
Of the world's greatness, winding round with train
Do I remember her; but I behold
Face to face--the string of dazzling wares,
All loosely put together, hobbled in
Are vomiting, receiving, on all sides,
After short absence, and I first set eyes
Yet richly graced with honors of its own--
The fame of which is scattered through the land,
Yet something of a girlish childlike gloss

Girt round with mists they stood, and looked about
But calm and mild, gentle and beautiful,
And watch their goings, whatsoever track
With prospect underneath of striding edge
Of an aerial island floating on,
Delicious, seeing that the sun and sky,
In our affectations. I have singled out
Scene linked to scene, and ever-growing change,
With gleams of sunshine on the eyelet spots
had shed its bells, and stood by the wayside
To either brink, nor could he summon up
Girt round with mists they stood, and looked about
The elements, and seasons in their change,
At length I did unto myself first seem
I had may face towards the truth, began
To have some meaning which I could not find--
Beside the well-known charnel-house had then
Girt round with mists they stood, and looked about
On all sides from the ordinary world
Through the hard time, long as the storm is 'locked'
When but a half-hour's roam through such a place
Least understood--of this adulterate power,
Of nature and of man that this was so,
Of opposition, such as showed itself
Or Gehol's famous gardens, in a clime
To me was like an index of delight,

I hasten: there, by novelties in speech,
Was busy with an action far advanced.
We summoned up the honorable deeds
Of self-respect, and virtue in the few
And glad--could living man be otherwise?--
Of kings, their vices and their better deeds,
Amused and satisfied, I scarcely felt
Of my associates were prepared for flight
Did Dion hold with Plato, ripened thus
Though not without some strong incumbencies,
Nor wanted such half-insight as grew wild
Draw from obscurity a tragic tale,
A single picture merely, hunted out
And how the multitude of men will feed
Pointed upon occasion to the site
The shock of these concussions, unconcerned,
Into a theater of which the stage
Or seemed so--yet it was not vanity,
Though not without some strong incumbencies,
Devoutly that a spirit was abroad
Of history, the past and that to come!
And from the rubbish gathered up a stone,
it wa Angelica thundering through the woods
Of all these various objects which may show
With him did I discourse about the end
(Save only one, hereafter to be named)
The beauty of his person, doing wrong
Of builders and subverters, every face
Yielding in part to old remembrances,

From a small village where I tarried then,
Where Etna looks down on Syracuse
And only one, solicitude for all.
From every object pleasant circumstance
And hinted at in other sentiments,
And as it should be, yet no cure for those
With more success. For me that strife had never
Of a false prophet. But, roused up, I stuck
Yes, afterwards, truth painful to record,
Great was my glee of spirit, great my joy
But indignation works where hope is not,
Of wild belief engrafted on their names
On painful things--slow, somewhat, too, and stern
No longer justify themselves through faith
I saw that it was neither these nor aught
Pay fruitless worship to humanity,
Griefs bitterest of ourselves or of our kind,
That objects, even as they are great, thereby
And losing, in no other way than light
Of those atrocities (I speak bare truth,
Yet every thing was wanting that might give
For zeal to enter and refresh herself,
By ancient lawgivers. In this frame of mind
Justice, and make an end of liberty.

This history, my friend, has chiefly told
Although a strong infection of the age,
Of something false and weak, which could not stand
And plain beneath. Ere I to school returned
Can aught be more ignoble than the man
Shall I avow that I had hope to see
Their sentence was, I thought, pronounced--their rights
Which with their passionate sounds might often make
Sensuous and intellectual as he is,
When, in the blessed time of early love,
In daily presence of this very scene,
And their disastrous issues. What availed,
Of poets, pregnant with more absolute truth.
The choice uncertain. There I repaired
Fell on the historian's page, and even on that
And shall perform, to exalt and to refine--
Until that natural graciousness of mind
Were limited. I had not at that time
The life of Nature, by the God of Love
From all the sources of her former strength;
More perfectly of purer creatures--yet
More grand, more fair, more exquisitely framed,
Too forcibly, too early in my life,
For future restoration. Yet another
(I mean that future times would surely see)
The open eye of reason. Then I said,
Is scattered through the abyss of ages past,
Inevitable, sure alternative?

I called upon the darkness, and it took--
A silent station in this beauteous world.
Oh, next to such enjoyment of our youth,
If man's estate, by doom of nature yoked
For my instructor, studious more to see
Why may not many be? What bars are thrown
Great truths, than touch and handle little ones.
Again I took the intellectual eye
Ambition, folly, madness, in the men
Of whom we read, the man whom we behold
The constellations), I was gently charmed,
Great truths, than touch and handle little ones.
An image, and a character, by books
Of man, no composition of the thought,
Was firmer in the feelings which had stood
With loftiest promises of good and fair.
For good in the familiar face of life,
Of kindred permanence, the gifts divine
My sense of what was excellent and right,
To watch and question those I met, and held
'Of these,' said I, 'shall be my song. Of these
Why may not many be? What bars are thrown
To ascertain how much of real worth,
Abstraction, shadow, image, but the man
To seek in man, and in the frame of life
In what we blazon with the pompous names
To ascertain how much of real worth,
That I have dared to tread this holy ground,
Suh meditations bred an anxious wish
A balance, and ennobling interchange
The promise of the present time retired

Touching our very feet; and from the shore
Exhibited by putting forth, and that
That summer when on Quantock's grassy hills
The perfect image of a mighty mind,
Grand in itself alone, but in that breach
Usurped upon as far as sight could reach.
With all the objects of the universe:
All over this still ocean, and beyond,
Upon the lonely mountain when the scene
The feeling of life endless, the one thought
Made visible--a genuine counterpart
The perfect image of a mighty mindj,
Touching our very feet; and from the shore
Had passed away, and it appeared to me
Prophets of Nature, we to them wil speak
Familiar, and a favorite of the stars;
That domination which she oftentimes
The falsest of all worlds, in place of that
Calling upon the more instructed mind
The last and later protions of this gift
Of what was given me), and where now I roam,
Like transformation, for themselves create
That even the grossest minds must see and hear,
When looking back you see, in clearer view
Of individual character. Herein
Exhibited by putting forth, and that
A like existence, and, whenever it is
Exerts upon the outward face of things,
Had passed away, and it appeared to me
Upon the lonely mountain when the scene
Mounted the roar of waters, torrents, streams

Can make day's forehead brightburnish of no sin,
Jewels but to declare
And, when it comes, say, "Welcome, friend!"
Eyes that displace
And can alone command the rest;
Made short by lover's play,
Tresses that wear
Tears, quickly fled
How much themselves more precious are;
Above all, nothing within that lowers;
Something more than
A lover's kiss may play,
From a fore-spent night of sorrow;
Tears, quickly fled
Eyes that bestow
Of shop, or silkworm's toil,
From a fore-spent night of sorrow;
Tresses that wear
Soft silken hours,
That sunshine by their own sweet grace;
And be you called my absent kisses.
Eyes that bestow
And clothe their simplest nakedness.
Art and ornament the shame.
Joys that confess
I wish her beauty
Out of no other shop
Blushes that bin
Or rampant feather, or rich fan;
A face that's best
Smiles that can warm
Of shop or silkworm's toil,
I wish her beauty
Out of no other shop
And be you called my absent kisses.

Their days are spent whose minds are bent
Swing in your strokes in order, let foot and hand keep time
Nothing but dulness and lethargy, weariness, sorrow, and death!
Hence are seed and leaf and blossom.
See every cherished promise swept,
And children coming home from schoo,
The splendid raiment of the spring peeps forth;
Filth of the mouth and fog of the mind!
It flashes in the van of fight,--
Sweetly sleep!
This lesson sad to learn from woe,--
Labor is rest--from the sorrows that greet us;
Plant divine, of rarest virtue!
Round the shoulder of beauty fall.
We look up, and through black clouds riven
O praise him, all that dies, and lives.
He opens and he shuts his hand,
It gleams above the stormy tide,--
He earns whatever he can;
Or a fit expression find,
Home to rest!"
The poor man's labor's never done.
Would do it, and prove, through every disaster,
Strong on the wing his busy followers play,
We bless, we bless the plow.
Picturing all the rustic's joy

For a thousand years together
A fit of rhyme against rhyme
Happy Greek, by this protection,
Worth crowning
To restore,
A fit of rhyme against rhyme
Resting never.
Wresting words from their true calling;
A fit of rhyme against rhyme
And art banished
But rests foiled.
As before.
A fit of rhyme against rhyme
Fastening vowels, as with fetters
A fit of rhyme against rhyme
Of true measure,
A fit of rhyme against rhyme
And art banished
Is not yet free from rhyme's wrongs,
A fit of rhyme against rhyme
Of true measure
A fit of rhyme against rhyme
And his title by long fool,
Of your compassion; parents should be mild:
Words, and sweetness, and be scant
For a thousand years together
All light failed!
A fit of rhyme against rhyme

Unto the sonnes of men.
Let them for gladnes sing.
And for his workings wonderfull
For his great goodnes then:
That made of yron was.
The waves thereof are still.
They that goe downe to the sea in ships:
Unto the sonnes of men.
Healing to them he gave:
They reele, and stagger, drunkard like,
The gates that were of brasse:
Downe they did fall, and none their was
Downe goe they to the depths againe,
Out of their anguishes.
Also in yron tyde:
That to a citty which they might
When they were in distresse:
To the haven which they did will.
Also in yron tyde:
Their busines thereto doo
He did break them asunder.
Which lifteth up the waves thereof,
Let them of thanksgiving:
Doth throughly satisfy:
He let them forth also:
O that men would Jehovah prayse,
O give ye thanks unto the lord,
For he hath all to shivers broke
When they were in distress:
Therefore with molestation
Which lifteth up the waves thereof.
Also in yron tyde:
And for to be diminished
And for his workings wonderfull
O that men would Jehovah prayse
Unto the sonnes of men.

myself I only saw one, sitting
see the loveliest people I have ever seen. A
forked
after beautiful and wonderful
mother buried the log, and the child
said, "I will come to you," or some such words;
and
shining within.
changed into a young man,
few more encircled by awe to
seaweed." I asked her if it
demons, and not ghosts, that
people
one who called herself Maive, and said
I was a little timorous after being
ever
Ballylee, go away with them at night, and so do
there was a
would have been a woeful shock to the gleeman MacConglinne,
Collumcille came
and touched me on
of her youth.
interest her." and I
word of her being anything
and I had longed for a
too, that there should be a
to ride as his jockey in the coming
it is some one who is dead or who
same table, or sleep
break, and they were convinced that
face
with "That'll do--I have
people who tell the tales are poor, serious-minded fishing
like one another. "That is good." said Bill
been a bad thing for the water-horse had he found
faery-land,
but little of the darker powers, and
that night the king
kingdom!
these words: "Here are copies of verses you said

Look to the rose that blows about us--'Lo,
And look--a thousand blossoms with the day
And David's lips are locked; but in divine
That just divides the desert from the sown,
And wilderness is paradise enough.
Or Hatimtai cry supper--heed them not.
Hark to the porter's shoulder-knot a-creaking!'
Oh, the brave music of a distant drum!
At once the silken tassel of my purse
Dust into dust, and under dust, to lie.
At once the silken tassel of my purse
The bird of time has but a little way
Has flung the stone that puts the stars to flight:
And wilderness is paradise enough.
Shall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad away.
Others--'How blest the paradise to come!"
Oh thou, who didst with pitfall and with gin
But come with old Khayyam, and leave the lot
Ah, take the cash in hand and wave the rest;
And that inverted bowl we call the sky,
My the secret well of life to learn;
Where name of slave and sultan scarce is known,
And look--a thousand blossoms with the day

To tell of him, the unseen god
Save light-voiced winds that round your dwelling played,
Into your noon of life, when first earth heard
When they their parent's face had never known;
Than ever before on mortal eyelids fell;
Along the river's brink and meadow bare.
Alone in nature's forest-home untrod,
And in your trust with childlike heart would share,
A murmer in the beating wave;
A lesson taught by him who loved all human kind.
You will I seek beside the stony wall
Early and late stood waiting by their board,
My spirit loves with yours in peace to dwell.
Hear from his father's lips that all is good.
A listening servant, waiting your command
Mid lying tongues that pierce my side like spears,
Offer a hand with their own wills defiled,
Wherever I turn, are ever with me there.
He hides where none can find;
Alas! For many a day and year I stood
The silent.

Lo Lord! My lady has my death sworn
Negligence does no force, when he shall do
A thing, whether he do it well or badly,
I will as now excuse you of your tale,
Full oft time he had the board begun
Or with a brotherhood to be withheld;
Love, if you listen, for I love and always shall;
But she was kind of deaf, and that was scathe.
My love-longing, for yet I shall not miss
Your wifehood he commends with the best!
This tree saw the prophet Daniel in spirit,
Upon the vision of the king Nabugodonosor,
When he counselled him to do penitence.
Such arrogance is not worth a hen
But after this he sang an offeratory
But dwelt at home, and kept well his fold,
When she had heard all this, she not moved
'Til that a man be made right by the lap.

Where dwell they?
Each strain of music in my ears shall ring
The morning breeze would come,
Our Shakespeare's life were rich to live again,
And now, perchance, high in the crispy air,
By night star-veiling, and by day
Not changing with events,
There's nothing in the world I know
Two solitary stars--
Out on the meadow, there dwell they
To know the one historic truth,
Woof of the sun, ethereal gauze,
And violets quite overtop my shoes.
Or overrated your designs.
The earliest latest pilgrim from the roof,
Who trained his eye to loo
I love an earnest soul,
Or else, departing dream, and shadowy form
Which not my worth nor want has bought,
That sometimes I forget that I am blind.

"Then he the boatman bade row easily,
My love is dead,
On top whereof e'er dwelt the ghastly owl,
Here I be--tucked in with clinkers!"
Then all that dreadful army fast 'gan fly
A thousand villains round about him swarmed
And flag in her top-gallant I espied,
"Lords of the world, and so will wander free.
Looked deadly pull, and stared as atound;
"Looking far forth into the ocian wide,
"Oh Brother Jack, as you pass by.
And on the rock, the waves breaking aloft,
Out of the rocks and caves adjoining near
From whence, far off he unto him did show:"--
Are not firm land, nor any certain one,
"Looking far forth into the ocean wide,
Vile captive wretches, ragged, rude, deformed;
In the wide waters; therefore they are called
"for all that here at home we dreadful hold

Jones to the foe his vessel lashed;
No tyrant on destruction bent
Those stars that veiled in dark attire,
O'er the rough main with flowing sheet
The Good Man Richard bursts in flame;
Almost alone he fights the foe.
Alas! That mortals should employ
For these you dare the greedy waves;
Stood off to sea these ships to meet,
In the other warlike squadron came,
Quick in the deep she disappeared;--
Bold Pallas soon the Countess took,
As bold a crew as ever bled
And Scarbro's Countess twenty-four;
The Gallic ship the Pallas call:
Then to the side three guns he drew,
Above the German main;
Brittania's hills their summits rear
Thus both their haughty colors struck,
But called, Alas! in vain;

The mad dog's foams, and adders ears;
From charnel houses that were full;
And I have been plucking (plants among)
I last night lay all alone
I bit off a sinew; I clipped his hair;
I scratched out the eyes of the owl before;
At night, I sucked the breath; and rose,
And, soon as she turned her beak to the south.
From charnel houses that were full;
I have been getting; and made of his skin
I have been gathering wolves hairs.
A purse, to keep Sir Cranium in.
I bade him again blow wind in the tail.
A raven feeding upon a quarter:
The spurging of a deadman's eyes:
Did snatch these bones, and then leaped the ditch.
Killed the black cat, and here is the brain
Under a cradle I did creep
And, as I had done, the cock did crow.

Faint to revive, and fall to rise;
I fall, and yet by faith I stand,
Thy nature, and thy name is love.
Faint to revive and fall to rise;
Thy nature, and thy name is love.
Wrestling I will not let thee go,
Nor wilt thou with me the night depart,
Thy new, unutterable name?
But who, I ask thee, who art thou,
My strength is gove, my nature dies,
Thy nature, and thy name is love.
Till I thy name, thy nature know.
I halt, till life's short journey end;
The secret of thy love unfold;
Withered my nature's strength; from thee
Thy nature, and thy name is love.
And wrestle tol the break of day.
On thee alone for strength depend,
Lame as I am, I take the prey,
I never will unloose my hold:
Thyself hast called me by my name,
Thy nature, and thy name is love,
Hell, Earth, and Sin with ease overcome;
Art thou the man that died for me?
To know it now resolved I am;
Till I thy name, thy nature know
Through all eternity to prove
I halt, till life's short journey end;
I hear thy whisper in my heart,
To me, to all thy bowels move,
I stand, and will not let thee go,
'Tis all in vain to hold thy tongue,
Through faith I see thee face to face,
Art thou the man that died for me?
I shall with the god-man prevail.
Nor have I power, from thee, to move;
The morning breaks, the shadows flee:
And as a bounding hart fly home,
Faint to revive and fall to rise;


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