The poems of William Blake [ed. by R.H. Shepherd].Boni & Liveright., 1874 |
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... Walk'd by the castle - gate , and looked in ; A hollow groan ran thro ' the dreary vaults . She shriek'd aloud , and ... Walking , feeling the cold walls with her hands . Fancy returns , and now she thinks of bones And grinning skulls ...
... Walk'd by the castle - gate , and looked in ; A hollow groan ran thro ' the dreary vaults . She shriek'd aloud , and ... Walking , feeling the cold walls with her hands . Fancy returns , and now she thinks of bones And grinning skulls ...
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... Walking along the darken'd valley With silent Melancholy . MAD SONG . HE wild winds weep , THE And the night is a - cold ; Come hither , Sleep , And my griefs infold : But lo ! the morning peeps Over the eastern steeps , And the ...
... Walking along the darken'd valley With silent Melancholy . MAD SONG . HE wild winds weep , THE And the night is a - cold ; Come hither , Sleep , And my griefs infold : But lo ! the morning peeps Over the eastern steeps , And the ...
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... walk , nothing impure comes near ; Each field seems Eden , and each calm retreat ; Each village seems the haunt of ... walks forth in sober gray , Then to my black - eyed maid I haste away , When evening sits beneath her dusky bower And ...
... walk , nothing impure comes near ; Each field seems Eden , and each calm retreat ; Each village seems the haunt of ... walks forth in sober gray , Then to my black - eyed maid I haste away , When evening sits beneath her dusky bower And ...
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... walk the village round ; if at her side A youth doth walk in stolen joy and pride , I curse my stars in bitter grief and woe , That made my love so high and me so low . O should she e'er prove false , his limbs I'd tear And throw all ...
... walk the village round ; if at her side A youth doth walk in stolen joy and pride , I curse my stars in bitter grief and woe , That made my love so high and me so low . O should she e'er prove false , his limbs I'd tear And throw all ...
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... walk the peaceful solemn grove , In solemn gloom of branches interwove ? Or bear'st thy ægis o'er the burning field , Where , like the sea , the waves of battle move ? Or have thy soft piteous eyes beheld The weary wanderer thro ' the ...
... walk the peaceful solemn grove , In solemn gloom of branches interwove ? Or bear'st thy ægis o'er the burning field , Where , like the sea , the waves of battle move ? Or have thy soft piteous eyes beheld The weary wanderer thro ' the ...
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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.