The Poems: With Specimens of the Prose Writings, of William BlakeW. Scott, limited, 1885 - 282 หน้า This book collects Blake's famous and unique writings along with a biographical and critical introduction. |
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... Lamb The Little Black Boy The Blossom The Chimney Sweeper The Little Boy Lost The Little Boy Found Laughing Song A Cradle Song The Divine Image 130 132 132 134 135 137 137 139 140 140 141 143 Holy Thursday . 144 Night 146 Spring 148 ...
... Lamb The Little Black Boy The Blossom The Chimney Sweeper The Little Boy Lost The Little Boy Found Laughing Song A Cradle Song The Divine Image 130 132 132 134 135 137 137 139 140 140 141 143 Holy Thursday . 144 Night 146 Spring 148 ...
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... Lamb The Little Black Boy The Blossom . The Chimney Sweeper The Little Boy Lost . 130 132 132 134 135 137 137 139 The Little Boy Found 140 Laughing Song 140 A Cradle Song 141 The Divine Image 143 Holy Thursday . 144 Night 146 Spring 148 ...
... Lamb The Little Black Boy The Blossom . The Chimney Sweeper The Little Boy Lost . 130 132 132 134 135 137 137 139 The Little Boy Found 140 Laughing Song 140 A Cradle Song 141 The Divine Image 143 Holy Thursday . 144 Night 146 Spring 148 ...
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... Lamb 130 132 132 134 The Little Black Boy 135 The Blossom 137 The Chimney Sweeper 137 The Little Boy Lost 139 The Little Boy Found 140 Laughing Song 140 A Cradle Song 141 The Divine Image 143 Holy Thursday . 144 Night 146 Spring 148 ...
... Lamb 130 132 132 134 The Little Black Boy 135 The Blossom 137 The Chimney Sweeper 137 The Little Boy Lost 139 The Little Boy Found 140 Laughing Song 140 A Cradle Song 141 The Divine Image 143 Holy Thursday . 144 Night 146 Spring 148 ...
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... lamb , and drive The needy from their door . " The land is desolate ! our wives And children cry for bread ; Arise and pull the tyrant down ! Let Gwin be humblèd ! " Gordred the giant roused himself From sleeping in his cave ; He shook ...
... lamb , and drive The needy from their door . " The land is desolate ! our wives And children cry for bread ; Arise and pull the tyrant down ! Let Gwin be humblèd ! " Gordred the giant roused himself From sleeping in his cave ; He shook ...
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... Pipe a song about a Lamb ! " ་ ་ So I piped with merry cheer . Piper , pipe that song again ; " So I piped : he wept to hear . " Drop thy pipe , thy happy pipe ; Sing thy songs of happy cheer ! " 8 So I sang the same again , While he.
... Pipe a song about a Lamb ! " ་ ་ So I piped with merry cheer . Piper , pipe that song again ; " So I piped : he wept to hear . " Drop thy pipe , thy happy pipe ; Sing thy songs of happy cheer ! " 8 So I sang the same again , While he.
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angel arms artist AUDLEY babe beauty beneath blood blossoms Book of Thel breast bright brow Chandos character Chaucer clouds cold DAGWORTH death delight divine dost doth earth Echoing Green Eleanor Emanuel Swedenborg eternal eyes fair father fear feet field fire flowers frowning genius gold golden grave groan Gwin hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry Baillie holy Holy Thursday human Human Abstract infant innocent James Basire JOSEPH SKIPSEY KING lamb land laugh lion Little Boy Little Boy Lost Lord merry morning never night o'er Painter pale pity poems Poetical Prince round shining sigh silent sing Sir Thomas sleep smile song SONGS OF EXPERIENCE sorrow soul Spring summer's sweet tears tell thee Thel thine Thomas Dagworth thou tigers tree vales voice walk wanderer weep wept Wife of Bath wild William Blake wind wings youth
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หน้า 9 - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
หน้า 110 - Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down, And the dews of night arise ; Come, come, leave off play, and let us away, Till the morning appears in the skies.
หน้า 32 - Whether in heaven ye wander fair, Or the green corners of the earth, Or the blue regions of the air Where the melodious winds have birth...
หน้า 91 - ... 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 100 - WHEN the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it; When the meadows laugh with lively green, And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene; When Mary and Susan and Emily With their sweet round mouths sing "Ha ha he!
หน้า 186 - 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 94 - Gave thee life, and bid thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, 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 lamb, I'll tell thee; Little lamb, 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.
หน้า 139 - I was angry with my foe; I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I water'd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright; And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine, And into my garden stole When the night had veil'd the pole. In the morning glad I see My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree.
หน้า 103 - To Mercy Pity Peace and Love, All pray in their distress: And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. For Mercy Pity Peace and Love, Is God our father dear: And Mercy Pity Peace and Love, Is Man his child and care. For Mercy has a human heart Pity, a human face: 10 And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.
หน้า 23 - My smiles and languished air, By love are driven away ; And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave : Such end true lovers have. His face is fair as heaven When springing buds unfold ; 0 why to him was't given, Whose heart is wintry cold ? His breast is love's all-worshipped tomb, Where all love's pilgrims come.