Songs of Innocence and Experience: with Other PoemsBasil Montagu Pickering, 1866 - 108 หน้า |
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... Mary • The Crystal Cabinet The Grey Monk Auguries of Innocence Long John Brown and Little Mary Bell William Bond · Dedication of the Poem of the Grave 77 79 81 87 89 92 94 96 102 104 107 PREFACE . HE Poems of William Blake are here for ...
... Mary • The Crystal Cabinet The Grey Monk Auguries of Innocence Long John Brown and Little Mary Bell William Bond · Dedication of the Poem of the Grave 77 79 81 87 89 92 94 96 102 104 107 PREFACE . HE Poems of William Blake are here for ...
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... Mary and Susan and Emily With their sweet round mouths sing Ha , ha , he ! When the painted birds laugh in the shade , When our table with cherries and nuts is spread , Come live and be happy and join with me To sing the sweet chorus of ...
... Mary and Susan and Emily With their sweet round mouths sing Ha , ha , he ! When the painted birds laugh in the shade , When our table with cherries and nuts is spread , Come live and be happy and join with me To sing the sweet chorus of ...
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... William Blake. " Father , O Father ! what do we here , In this land of unbelief and fear ? The Land of Dreams is better far Above the light of the Morning Star . " Sw MARY . WEET Mary , the first time she 88 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
... William Blake. " Father , O Father ! what do we here , In this land of unbelief and fear ? The Land of Dreams is better far Above the light of the Morning Star . " Sw MARY . WEET Mary , the first time she 88 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS .
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with Other Poems William Blake. Sw MARY . WEET Mary , the first time she ever was there , Came into the ball - room among the fair , The young men and maidens around her throng . And these are the words upon every tongue : " An Angel is ...
with Other Poems William Blake. Sw MARY . WEET Mary , the first time she ever was there , Came into the ball - room among the fair , The young men and maidens around her throng . And these are the words upon every tongue : " An Angel is ...
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... Mary's gone mad ! " said the child in the street . She went out in morning in plain neat attire And came home in evening bespatter'd with mire . She trembled and wept , sitting on the bed - side , She forgot it was night , and she ...
... Mary's gone mad ! " said the child in the street . She went out in morning in plain neat attire And came home in evening bespatter'd with mire . She trembled and wept , sitting on the bed - side , She forgot it was night , and she ...
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Allan Cunningham angel of Providence another's arm'd BASIL MONTAGU PICKERING beauty beguiles birds black black cloud blossoms bore bright CATULLUS Charles Lamb child Cloth deep desert wild devil Dost dread echoing green edition Engraved Title pub eyes face fairy skipp'd Fcap fear fill'd fled flower Frontispiece and Engraved frowning gold golden grave grief hand happy hear heaven HOLY THURSDAY human dress infant small Innocence and Experience kiss Land of Dreams laugh LITTLE BOY LOST Little lamb Long John Brown Lyca Lyrical Ballads maiden Mary Bell mercy Merrily merry mild morning never night o'er pale pipe pity pleasant poor Portrait and Engraved pretty rose-tree PROPERTIUS round shine sigh sing SONGS OF EXPERIENCE Songs of Innocence sorrow soul Stothard Sweet joy sweet love Sweet smiles tears tender Tennyson thee thou TIBULLUS tigers trembling uncut vols WALTON'S wandering wept William Blake William Bond Wordsworth youth
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หน้า xv - I'll tell thee: He is called by thy name, For He calls Himself a Lamb. He is meek, and He is mild; He became a little child. I a child, and thou a lamb, We are called by His name. Little Lamb, God bless thee!
หน้า 20 - THE sun descending in the west, The evening star does shine ; The birds are silent in their nest, And I must seek for mine. The moon, like a flower In heaven's high bower, With silent delight, Sits and smiles on the night.
หน้า 63 - I wander thro' each charter'd street Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man, In every Infant's cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear: How the Chimney-sweeper's cry Every black'ning Church appalls, And the hapless Soldier's sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls; But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlot's curse Blasts the new born Infant's tear.
หน้า 1 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me : — ' Pipe a song about a lamb :
หน้า 48 - I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this chapel were shut, And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door; So I turned to the Garden of Love, That so many sweet flowers bore.
หน้า xv - Softest clothing, woolly, bright ; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little lamb, who made thee ? Dost thou know who made thee ? Little...
หน้า 51 - TIGER, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry ? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes ? On what wings dare he aspire ? What the hand dare seize the fire ? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
หน้า 52 - Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee?
หน้า 18 - Thames waters flow. O what a multitude they seemed, these flowers of London town! Seated in companies they sit, with radiance all their own. The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs, Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands. Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song, Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among: Beneath them sit the aged men, wise guardians of the poor. Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.
หน้า 105 - The door of death is made of gold, That mortal eyes cannot behold ; But when the mortal eyes are closed, And cold and pale the limbs reposed, The soul awakes, and wondering sees In her mild hand the golden keys.