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| p. 11. | Sketch. |
| p. 12. | I saw a Monk of Charlemaine. [MS. Book xlii.] |
| Morning : To find the Western path. [MS. Book xliii.] | |
| Terror in the house does roar. [MS. Book xliv.] | |
| Each man is in his spectre's power. [Jerusalem.] | |
| p. 13. | Sketch (sepia). |
| p. 14. | Three Virgins at the Break of day. [Pickering MS. The Golden Net.] |
| The Birds. [MS. Book xlv.] | |
| p. 15. | Sketch.— For Gates Of Paradise. |
| Sketch. — ? Lucifer discovering Judas. (Inferno, Canto xxxiv.) [See WMR (b)]. | |
| p. 16. | Sketch. — (The same.) |
| p. 17. | Sketch. — (The same.) |
| Sketch.— [See WMR (f1.)] | |
| Note. — I wonder who can say 'speak no ill of the dead' etc. | |
| Note. — Columbus discovered America etc. | |
| p. 18. | Prose. — There is not because there cannot be any difference . . . should consider the following. [Advt.] |
| Note. — Princes appear to me to be fools etc. | |
| p. 19. | Sketch. — For Gates of Paradise. |
| Prose. — Rubens' Luxembourg gallery is confessed ... as guilty of mental high treason. [Advt.] | |
| Prose. — Who that has eyes ... Oh rare wisdom. [Advt.] | |
| p. 20. | Prose. — The wretched state of the arts in this country ... I demand therefore of the Amateurs of [Advt.] |
| p. 21. | Sketch.— For Songs of Experience— 'The Sick Rose.' [See WMR (g)]. |
| No real style of colouring ever appears. [MS. Book xlvi.] | |
| You don't believe, I won't attempt to make ye. [MS. Book xlvii.] | |
| Prose. — Art the encouragement which is my due . . . nothing can hinder my course. [Advt.] | |
| And in melodious accents L [MS. Book xlviii.] | |
| You don't believe continued. [MS. Book xlvii.] | |
| p. 22. | And his legs cover'd it like a long fork. [MS. Book xlix.] |
| p. 23. | Sketch.— [See WMR (h).] |
| Prose. — The painters of England are unimployed . . . storehouse of intellectual riches. [Advt.] | |
| Was I angry with Hayley who used me so ill. [MS. Book 1.] | |
| Anger & Wrath my bosom rend. [MS. Book li.] | |
| p. 24. | The Sussex Men are Noted Fools. [MS. Book lii.] |
| Prose. — (continued from p. 25) ... as a public duty. William Blake. [Advt.] | |
| p. 25. | Sketch. — For Gates of Paradise. |
| Madman I have been called. Fool they call thee. [MS. Book liii.] | |
| To H——: You think Fuseli is not a Great Painter. I'm glad. [MS. Book liv.] | |
| Prose. — In a commercial nation ... in the journeyman's labour. [Advt.] | |
| Prose. — P.S. I do not believe . . . (continued on p. 24) [Advt.] | |
| p. 26. | To F——: I mock thee not, though I by thee am Mocked. [MS. Book lv.] |
