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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... arms A wet napkin , wrapt about ; then rushed Past , howling . She received into her arms Pale death , and followed on the wings of fear . They passed swift through the outer gate ; the wretch , Howling , leaped o'er the wall into the ...
... arms A wet napkin , wrapt about ; then rushed Past , howling . She received into her arms Pale death , and followed on the wings of fear . They passed swift through the outer gate ; the wretch , Howling , leaped o'er the wall into the ...
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... arms she brought ; and now , tenfold More terrified , saw it unfold itself . Her eyes were fixed ; the bloody cloth unfolds , Disclosing to her sight the murdered head Of her dear lord , all ghastly pale , clotted With gory blood ; it ...
... arms she brought ; and now , tenfold More terrified , saw it unfold itself . Her eyes were fixed ; the bloody cloth unfolds , Disclosing to her sight the murdered head Of her dear lord , all ghastly pale , clotted With gory blood ; it ...
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... arms Like rushing mighty floods ! Their wives and children , weeping loud , Follow in wild array , Howling like ghosts , furious as wolves In the bleak wintry day . " Pull down the tyrant to the dust , Let Gwin be humbled , " They cry ...
... arms Like rushing mighty floods ! Their wives and children , weeping loud , Follow in wild array , Howling like ghosts , furious as wolves In the bleak wintry day . " Pull down the tyrant to the dust , Let Gwin be humbled , " They cry ...
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... arm like sheep they die , And groan upon the plain ; The battle faints , and bloody men Fight upon hills of slain . Now death is sick , and riven men Labour and toil for life ; Steed rolls on steed , and shield on shield , Sunk in this ...
... arm like sheep they die , And groan upon the plain ; The battle faints , and bloody men Fight upon hills of slain . Now death is sick , and riven men Labour and toil for life ; Steed rolls on steed , and shield on shield , Sunk in this ...
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... arms , extended wide , Sam slips between : - " Oh , woe betide Thee , clumsy Will ! ” — but tittering Kate Is penned up in the corner strait ! And now Will's eyes beheld the play ; He thought his face was t'other way . " Now , Kitty ...
... arms , extended wide , Sam slips between : - " Oh , woe betide Thee , clumsy Will ! ” — but tittering Kate Is penned up in the corner strait ! And now Will's eyes beheld the play ; He thought his face was t'other way . " Now , Kitty ...
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Albert Durer angel Anne Hathaway arms artist AUDLEY babe beauty beneath Blake Blake's blood blossoms breast bright brow Chandos character Chaucer clothed clouds colour dark death delight dost doth earth echoing green Emanuel Swedenborg eternal eyes fair father fear feet field fire flowers frowning fruit genius gold golden groan Gwin hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry Baillie holy HOLY THURSDAY human infant JOSEPH SKIPSEY KING lamb land laugh light lion Lord Lyca merry morning mother never night o'er Painter pale pity poet Prince Queen QUEEN PHILIPPA Robert Moffat round shining sigh silent sing sleep smile song Songs of Experience sorrow soul sweet tears tell thee Thel thine thou tigers Titian tree trembling vales voice walk wandered weep wept wife Wife of Bath wild William William Blake wings youth
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หน้า 170 - 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? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And watered heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see?...
หน้า 12 - 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 141 - 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; And Love, the human form divine: And Peace, the human dress.
หน้า 175 - 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 178 - I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I watered it in fears Night and 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...
หน้า 148 - 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 58 - 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 133 - I am black, as if bereav'd of light. My mother taught me underneath a tree, And sitting down before the heat of day, She took me on her lap and kissed me, And, pointing to the east, began to say: "Look on the rising sun — there God does live, And gives his light, and gives his heat away; And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive Comfort in morning, joy in the noon day.
หน้า 224 - 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 206 - The hand of Vengeance found the bed To which the purple tyrant fled; The iron hand crush'd the tyrant's head, And became a tyrant in his stead.' Auguries of Innocence 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. A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons Shudders Hell thro