The poems of William Blake [ed. by R.H. Shepherd].Boni & Liveright., 1874 |
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... ANGEL . 112 · 113 113 114 .114 115 116 117 118 THE LITTLE GIRL LOST 119 THE LITTLE GIRL FOUND . LONDON . TO TIRZAH THE HUMAN ABSTRACT 121 124 124 125 THE CHIMNEY - SWEEPER A POISON - TREE . 126 127 128 A LITTLE GIRL LOST A DIVINE IMAGE ...
... ANGEL . 112 · 113 113 114 .114 115 116 117 118 THE LITTLE GIRL LOST 119 THE LITTLE GIRL FOUND . LONDON . TO TIRZAH THE HUMAN ABSTRACT 121 124 124 125 THE CHIMNEY - SWEEPER A POISON - TREE . 126 127 128 A LITTLE GIRL LOST A DIVINE IMAGE ...
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... angel eyes upon our western isle , Which in full choir hails thy approach , O Spring ! The hills tell each other , and the listening Valleys hear ; all our longing eyes are turn'd Up to thy bright pavilions : issue forth , And let thy ...
... angel eyes upon our western isle , Which in full choir hails thy approach , O Spring ! The hills tell each other , and the listening Valleys hear ; all our longing eyes are turn'd Up to thy bright pavilions : issue forth , And let thy ...
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... angel of the evening , TH Now , whilst the sun rests on the mountains , light Thy bright torch of love ; thy radiant crown Put on , and smile upon our evening bed ! Smile on our loves , and , while thou drawest the Blue curtains of the ...
... angel of the evening , TH Now , whilst the sun rests on the mountains , light Thy bright torch of love ; thy radiant crown Put on , and smile upon our evening bed ! Smile on our loves , and , while thou drawest the Blue curtains of the ...
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... er the dewy lawn I meet my maiden risen like the morn : Oh bless those holy feet , like angels ' feet ; Oh bless those limbs , beaming with heavenly light ! Like as an angel glittering in the sky In times 18 POETICAL SONG.
... er the dewy lawn I meet my maiden risen like the morn : Oh bless those holy feet , like angels ' feet ; Oh bless those limbs , beaming with heavenly light ! Like as an angel glittering in the sky In times 18 POETICAL SONG.
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William Blake Richard Herne Shepherd. Like as an angel glittering in the sky In times of innocence and holy joy ; The joyful shepherd stops his grateful song To hear the music of an angel's tongue . So when she speaks , the voice of ...
William Blake Richard Herne Shepherd. Like as an angel glittering in the sky In times of innocence and holy joy ; The joyful shepherd stops his grateful song To hear the music of an angel's tongue . So when she speaks , the voice of ...
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˹éÒ 161 - Bring me my bow of burning gold! Bring me my arrows of desire! Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire! I will not cease from mental fight, nor shall my sword sleep in my hand, till we have built Jerusalem in England's green and pleasant land.
˹éÒ 146 - Shudders hell thro' all its regions. A dog starv'd at his master's gate Predicts the ruin of the state. A horse misused upon the road Calls to heaven for human blood. Each outcry of the hunted hare A fibre from the brain does tear. A skylark wounded in the wing, A cherubim does cease to sing. The game-cock dipt and arm'd for fight Does the rising sun affright.
˹éÒ 91 - And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love ; And these black bodies and this sunburnt face Are but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
˹éÒ 87 - 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 :
˹éÒ 115 - 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...
˹éÒ 116 - Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee?
˹éÒ 105 - No, no! never can it be! Never, never can it be! And can He who smiles on all Hear the wren with sorrows small, Hear the small bird's grief and care, Hear the woes that infants...
˹éÒ 89 - LITTLE lamb, who made thee ? Dost thou know who made thee, 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...
˹éÒ 145 - To see a World in a grain of sand, And a Heaven in a wild flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand, And Eternity in an hour. A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all Heaven in a rage.
˹éÒ 112 - The Sick Rose O rose, thou art sick; The invisible worm That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.