The poems of William Blake [ed. by R.H. Shepherd].Boni & Liveright., 1874 |
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... feet . His ear seems to have been uncertain ; and sometimes , as in " The Little Vagabond , " he forgets to rhyme , or makes the same word do duty in lieu of a rhyme . He also now and then uses a singular verb for a plural , and vice ...
... feet . His ear seems to have been uncertain ; and sometimes , as in " The Little Vagabond , " he forgets to rhyme , or makes the same word do duty in lieu of a rhyme . He also now and then uses a singular verb for a plural , and vice ...
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... feet visit our clime . Come o'er the eastern hills , and let our winds Kiss thy perfumed garments ; let us taste Thy morn and evening breath ; scatter thy pearls Upon our love - sick land that mourns for thee . O deck her forth with thy ...
... feet visit our clime . Come o'er the eastern hills , and let our winds Kiss thy perfumed garments ; let us taste Thy morn and evening breath ; scatter thy pearls Upon our love - sick land that mourns for thee . O deck her forth with thy ...
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... waking day . O radiant morning , salute the sun , Roused like a huntsman to the chase , and with Thy buskin'd feet appear upon our hills . THE FAIR ELEANOR . HE bell struck one and shook SKETCHES . 9 TO THE EVENING STAR TO MORNING.
... waking day . O radiant morning , salute the sun , Roused like a huntsman to the chase , and with Thy buskin'd feet appear upon our hills . THE FAIR ELEANOR . HE bell struck one and shook SKETCHES . 9 TO THE EVENING STAR TO MORNING.
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... feet , And , like a ghost , through narrow passages Walking , feeling the cold walls with her hands . Fancy returns , and now she thinks of bones And grinning skulls , and corruptible death Wrapt in his shroud ; and now fancies she ...
... feet , And , like a ghost , through narrow passages Walking , feeling the cold walls with her hands . Fancy returns , and now she thinks of bones And grinning skulls , and corruptible death Wrapt in his shroud ; and now fancies she ...
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... feet Innocence and virtue meet . Thou the golden fruit dost bear , I am clad in flowers fair ; Thy sweet boughs perfume the air , And the turtle buildeth there . There she sits and feeds her young , Sweet I hear her mournful song ; And ...
... feet Innocence and virtue meet . Thou the golden fruit dost bear , I am clad in flowers fair ; Thy sweet boughs perfume the air , And the turtle buildeth there . There she sits and feeds her young , Sweet I hear her mournful song ; And ...
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Albion's angel arm'd arms AUDLEY babe battle beams beneath Blake Blake's blood blossoms bosom breast bright brow Chandos child clouds cover'd cries dance dark death delight dost doth earth echoing green England eyes face fair father fear feet field fight fill'd fire fled flower frowning fruit gold golden grave green groan Gwin hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hills holy Holy Thursday howling infant Jerusalem lamb Lamb of God land laugh LAUGHING SONG light LITTLE BOY LOST Lord Percy Lyca maiden Mary merry morning mother never night o'er pale pipe pity pleasant poems Prince QUEEN PHILIPPA roll'd round shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile SONGS OF EXPERIENCE Songs of Innocence sorrow soul summer sweet sword tears thee thine thro tree trembling voice walk weep wept wild William William Blake William Bond wind wings youth
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หน้า 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.
หน้า 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.
หน้า 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.
หน้า 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 :
หน้า 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...
หน้า 116 - Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee?
หน้า 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...
หน้า 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...
หน้า 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.
หน้า 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.