Life of William Blake, "Pictor Ignotus": With Selections from His Poems and Other WritingsMacmillan and Company, 1863 - 389 หน้า |
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... grave : Such end true lovers have . His face is fair as heaven When springing buds unfold ; Oh , why to him was ' t given , Whose heart is wintry cold ? His breast is Love's all - worshipped tomb Where all love's pilgrims come . Bring ...
... grave : Such end true lovers have . His face is fair as heaven When springing buds unfold ; Oh , why to him was ' t given , Whose heart is wintry cold ? His breast is Love's all - worshipped tomb Where all love's pilgrims come . Bring ...
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... grave , The sepulchre of ancient Troy , from whence Shall rise cities , and thrones , and awful powers . ' Our fathers swarm from the ships . Giant voices Are heard from out the hills ; the enormous sons Of Ocean run from rocks and ...
... grave , The sepulchre of ancient Troy , from whence Shall rise cities , and thrones , and awful powers . ' Our fathers swarm from the ships . Giant voices Are heard from out the hills ; the enormous sons Of Ocean run from rocks and ...
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... ( Grave the sentence deep ) Shall arise , and seek For her Maker meek ; And the desert wild Become a garden mild . In the southern clime , Where the summer's prime Never fades away , Lovely Lyca lay . Seven summers old Lovely Lyca told ...
... ( Grave the sentence deep ) Shall arise , and seek For her Maker meek ; And the desert wild Become a garden mild . In the southern clime , Where the summer's prime Never fades away , Lovely Lyca lay . Seven summers old Lovely Lyca told ...
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... graves and aspire Where my sunflower wishes to go . THE LILY . THE modest Rose puts forth a thorn 60 SELECTIONS FROM BLAKE'S WRITINGS . MY PRETTY ROSE TREE A flower was offer'd to AH SUNFLOWER! Ah Sunflower! weary of time.
... graves and aspire Where my sunflower wishes to go . THE LILY . THE modest Rose puts forth a thorn 60 SELECTIONS FROM BLAKE'S WRITINGS . MY PRETTY ROSE TREE A flower was offer'd to AH SUNFLOWER! Ah Sunflower! weary of time.
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... graves , And tombstones where flowers should be , And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds , And binding with briars my joys and desires . THE LITTLE VAGABOND . DEAR mother , dear mother , SONGS OF EXPERIENCE . 61 THE LILY ...
... graves , And tombstones where flowers should be , And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds , And binding with briars my joys and desires . THE LITTLE VAGABOND . DEAR mother , dear mother , SONGS OF EXPERIENCE . 61 THE LILY ...
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Adam and Eve Alex ancient angels appears Artist babe beautiful beneath Butts Caiaphas called Capaneus Capt character Chaucer Christ cloud colour Colour-printed Correggio Court Strand Dante dark Death delight devils divine doth drawing earth engraved envy eternal execution expression eyes face father fear Felpham female figures finished fire flames Gilchrist Giulio Romano grand Grave ground hand Harvey head heaven Hell Henry Baillie Holy human Indian ink infant invention kneeling labour Last Judgment light Linnell look Mary Michael Angelo morning naked never night Painter painting Palser picture Plates poem printed Prophetic Books Raphael Rembrandt represented Rubens Satan seen serpent sketch sleep smile song soul spirit Strange sweet tears Tempera thee things Thomas Dagworth thou Titian tree Virgin vision water-colour weep wife Wife of Bath WILLIAM BLAKE woman Woolett young youth
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หน้า 206 - When Jesus therefore saw his mother, and the disciple standing by whom he loved, he saith unto his mother, "Woman, behold thy son!" Then saith he to the disciple, "Behold thy mother!" And from that hour that disciple took her unto his own home.
หน้า 65 - I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I water'd it in fears, Night & 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, And into my garden stole When the night had...
หน้า 63 - I wander thro' each charter'd street Near where the charter'd 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 227 - And when they had sung an hymn, they went out into the mount of Olives. And Jesus saith unto them, All ye shall be offended because of me this night : for it is written, I will smite the shepherd, and the sheep shall be scattered. But after that I am risen, I will go before you into Galilee.
หน้า 61 - I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And 'Thou shalt not...
หน้า 94 - 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
หน้า 105 - Mock on' Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau; Mock on, mock on: 'tis all in vain! You throw the sand against the wind, And the wind blows it back again. And every sand becomes a gem, Reflected in the beams divine. Blown back they blind the mocking eye, But still in Israel's paths they shine.
หน้า 59 - 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 60 - AH! SUN-FLOWER Ah, sun-flower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done: Where the youth pined away with desire, And the pale virgin shrouded in snow Arise from their graves, and aspire Where my sun-flower wishes to go.
หน้า 96 - Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are Born. Every Morn and every Night Some are Born to sweet delight. Some are Born to sweet delight, Some are Born to Endless Night. We are led to Believe a Lie When we see not Thro...