TwÃn be the gates o' the house of sleep: as fable opineth 893 One is of horn, and thence for a true dream outlet is easy: Fair the other, shining perfected of ivory carven; But false are the visions that thereby find passage upward. Soon then as Anchises had spok'n, he-led the Sibyl forth And his son, and both dismisst from th' ivory portal.
After long sleep when Psyche first awoke, 105
A thousand times hath in my heart's behoof, 201
A winter's night with the snow about, 272
Belov'd of all to whom that Muse is dear, 377
But Eros now recover'd from his hurt, 169
But fairest Psyche still in favour rose, 97
Come, rosy angel, thy coronet donning, 441
Eternal Father, who didst all create, 221
For beauty being the best of all we know, 191
Hark! the world is full of thy praise, 364
In midmost length of hundred-citied Crete, 89
I travel to thee with the sun's first rays, 201
_Je donnerais pour revivre à vingt ans_, 379
Lo where the virgin veiled in airy beams, 71
Now since to me altho' by thee refused, 193
O flesh and blood, comrade to tragic pain, 197
On the Hellenic board of Crete's fair isle, 137
O that the earth, or only this fair isle, 72
Resound! Resound! To jubilant music ring, 393
Since then 'tis only pity looking back, 210
The full moon from her cloudless skies, 277
These grey stones have rung with mirth, 446
The snow lies sprinkled on the beach, 298
The whole world now is but the minister, 188
The world still goeth about to shew and hide, 197
They that in play can do the thing they would, 187
This world is unto God a work of art, 195
To me, to me, fair hearted Goddess, come, 398
'Twas on the very day winter took leave, 216
We left the city when the summer day, 270
While Eros in his chamber hid his tears, 177
Who takes the census of the living dead, 213
[A] There is another alcaic translation from Blake on p. 71 in 'Demeter'. The Ode on p. 72 is iambic, and the Chorus on pp. 53, 54 is in choriambics.
[B] Line 321. 'T'whom' is from Milton, in imitation of Virgil's admired Olli. It is not admitted in the ordinary prosody.
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