The Poems: With Specimens of the Prose Writings, of William BlakeW. Scott, limited, 1885 - 282 ˹éÒ This book collects Blake's famous and unique writings along with a biographical and critical introduction. |
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... child - angel " pictures or " the child - angel " melodies contained therein . This was in 1788-1789 , and six years after appeared the Songs of Experience , in which again we have a treasury of the richest jewels , and such as few ever ...
... child - angel " pictures or " the child - angel " melodies contained therein . This was in 1788-1789 , and six years after appeared the Songs of Experience , in which again we have a treasury of the richest jewels , and such as few ever ...
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... child - like forgetfulness or forgiveness , or in a spirit which caused his irritability to be forgotten or for- given , and which left the man the same object of affection to his friends at the last that he was to them at the first ...
... child - like forgetfulness or forgiveness , or in a spirit which caused his irritability to be forgotten or for- given , and which left the man the same object of affection to his friends at the last that he was to them at the first ...
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... children cry for bread ; Arise and pull the tyrant down ! Let Gwin be humblèd ! " Gordred the giant roused himself From sleeping in his cave ; He shook the hills , and in the clouds The troubled banners wave . Beneath them rolled , like ...
... children cry for bread ; Arise and pull the tyrant down ! Let Gwin be humblèd ! " Gordred the giant roused himself From sleeping in his cave ; He shook the hills , and in the clouds The troubled banners wave . Beneath them rolled , like ...
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... 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 , " and let ten thousand lives ! Pay for the ...
... 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 , " and let ten thousand lives ! Pay for the ...
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... war , The dust ascends the skies ! Earth smokes with blood , and groans and shakes To drink her children's gore , A sea of blood ; nor can the eye See to the trembling shore . And on the verge of this wild sea Famine and 64 BLAKE'S POEMS .
... war , The dust ascends the skies ! Earth smokes with blood , and groans and shakes To drink her children's gore , A sea of blood ; nor can the eye See to the trembling shore . And on the verge of this wild sea Famine and 64 BLAKE'S POEMS .
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˹éÒ 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?...
˹éÒ 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.
˹éÒ 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.
˹éÒ 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.
˹éÒ 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...
˹éÒ 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.
˹éÒ 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...
˹éÒ 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.
˹éÒ 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?
˹éÒ 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