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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... bound . " - The Athenæum . " Altogether , the volumes are of a convenient size and agree- able appearance . " - Spectator . " The first volume of a new series which bids fair to be a popular one . Cheap but excellent edition ...
... bound . " - The Athenæum . " Altogether , the volumes are of a convenient size and agree- able appearance . " - Spectator . " The first volume of a new series which bids fair to be a popular one . Cheap but excellent edition ...
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... bound , Mr. Basire , who must have had the utmost confidence in his drawing ability as well as in his truthfulness and honesty , sent him ( to be out of harm's way - the danger of suffering from the company of other of his apprentices ...
... bound , Mr. Basire , who must have had the utmost confidence in his drawing ability as well as in his truthfulness and honesty , sent him ( to be out of harm's way - the danger of suffering from the company of other of his apprentices ...
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... bound up for thee ! O TO SUMMER . THOU who passest through our valleys in Thy strength , curb thy fierce steeds , allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils ! Thou , O Summer , Oft pitchedst here thy golden tent , and oft ...
... bound up for thee ! O TO SUMMER . THOU who passest through our valleys in Thy strength , curb thy fierce steeds , allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils ! Thou , O Summer , Oft pitchedst here thy golden tent , and oft ...
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... still pursues the chase , " He sees ! he sees ! " cries softly Grace ; " O Roger , thou , unskilled in art , Must , surer bound , go through thy part ! " Now Kitty , pert , repeats the rhymes , And BLIND - MAN'S BUFF . 71.
... still pursues the chase , " He sees ! he sees ! " cries softly Grace ; " O Roger , thou , unskilled in art , Must , surer bound , go through thy part ! " Now Kitty , pert , repeats the rhymes , And BLIND - MAN'S BUFF . 71.
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... bound thee with them , To try thy truth , I cried , ' The Philistines Be upon thee , Samson ! ' Then did suspicion wake thee ; How didst thou rend the feeble ties ! Thou fearest nought , what shouldst thou fear ? Thy power is more than ...
... bound thee with them , To try thy truth , I cried , ' The Philistines Be upon thee , Samson ! ' Then did suspicion wake thee ; How didst thou rend the feeble ties ! Thou fearest nought , what shouldst thou fear ? Thy power is more than ...
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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