Life of William Blake, "Pictor Ignotus": With Selections from His Poems and Other WritingsMacmillan and Company, 1863 - 389 หน้า |
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... born of mortal birth THE BOOK OF THEL . POEMS HITHERTO UNPUBLISHED . INTRODUCTORY NOTE . THE BIRDS . Where thou dwellest , in what grove BROKEN LOVE . My spectre around me night and day THE TWO SONGS . I heard an angel singing THE ...
... born of mortal birth THE BOOK OF THEL . POEMS HITHERTO UNPUBLISHED . INTRODUCTORY NOTE . THE BIRDS . Where thou dwellest , in what grove BROKEN LOVE . My spectre around me night and day THE TWO SONGS . I heard an angel singing THE ...
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... born . Doubt is fled , and clouds of reason , Dark disputes and artful teazing . Folly is an endless maze ; Tangled roots perplex her ways ; How many have fallen there ! They stumble all night over bones of the dead ; And feel - they ...
... born . Doubt is fled , and clouds of reason , Dark disputes and artful teazing . Folly is an endless maze ; Tangled roots perplex her ways ; How many have fallen there ! They stumble all night over bones of the dead ; And feel - they ...
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... hear How the youthful harlot's curse Blasts the new - born infant's tear , And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse . THE HUMAN ABSTRACT . PITY would be no more If SONGS OF EXPERIENCE . 63 wander through each charter'd street.
... hear How the youthful harlot's curse Blasts the new - born infant's tear , And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse . THE HUMAN ABSTRACT . PITY would be no more If SONGS OF EXPERIENCE . 63 wander through each charter'd street.
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... born for joy Sit in a cage and sing ? How can a child , when fears annoy , But droop his tender wing , And forget his youthful spring ? O father and mother , if buds are nipp'd , And blossoms blown away ; And if the tender plants are ...
... born for joy Sit in a cage and sing ? How can a child , when fears annoy , But droop his tender wing , And forget his youthful spring ? O father and mother , if buds are nipp'd , And blossoms blown away ; And if the tender plants are ...
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... born of Mortal Birth Must be consumèd with the earth , To rise from generation free : Then what have I to do with thee ? The sexes sprang from shame and pride , Blown in the morn , in evening died ; But mercy changed death into sleep ...
... born of Mortal Birth Must be consumèd with the earth , To rise from generation free : Then what have I to do with thee ? The sexes sprang from shame and pride , Blown in the morn , in evening died ; But mercy changed death into sleep ...
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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...