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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... golden pleasures grow . " With sweet May - dews my wings are wet , And Phoebus fired my vocal rage ; He caught me in his silken net , And shut me in his golden cage . " He loves to sit and hear me sing , ΤΟ INTRODUCTORY SKETCH .
... golden pleasures grow . " With sweet May - dews my wings are wet , And Phoebus fired my vocal rage ; He caught me in his silken net , And shut me in his golden cage . " He loves to sit and hear me sing , ΤΟ INTRODUCTORY SKETCH .
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... sing , Then , laughing , sports and plays with me ; Then stretches out my golden wing , And mocks my loss of liberty . " Talk of inspiration ! -if the boy who produced that was not inspired , then who in any age ever was ? For airiness ...
... sing , Then , laughing , sports and plays with me ; Then stretches out my golden wing , And mocks my loss of liberty . " Talk of inspiration ! -if the boy who produced that was not inspired , then who in any age ever was ? For airiness ...
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... sing— " Since all the riches of this world May be gifts from the devil and earthly kings ; I should suspect that I ... sing thus ? And what did he sing that did not spring from the depths of his soul ? In 1787 died Robert- -a brother of ...
... sing— " Since all the riches of this world May be gifts from the devil and earthly kings ; I should suspect that I ... sing thus ? And what did he sing that did not spring from the depths of his soul ? In 1787 died Robert- -a brother of ...
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... sing more than he knows ; that , in short , the poet's work may awaken and arouse the mind of the reader to the perception of a star - like galaxy of ideas , before whose dazzling splendour the light of his own par- ticular drift may ...
... sing more than he knows ; that , in short , the poet's work may awaken and arouse the mind of the reader to the perception of a star - like galaxy of ideas , before whose dazzling splendour the light of his own par- ticular drift may ...
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... Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers . “ The narrow bud opens her beauties to The sun , and love runs in her thrilling veins ; Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning , and Flourish TO AUTUMN . 41 To Autumn.
... Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers . “ The narrow bud opens her beauties to The sun , and love runs in her thrilling veins ; Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning , and Flourish TO AUTUMN . 41 To Autumn.
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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