Life of William Blake: With Selections from His Poems and Other Writings, Band 2Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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... holds ; Now , laughing , stops , with ' Silence ! hush ! ' And Peggy Pout gives Sam a push . The Blind - man's arms , extended wide , Sam slips between ; -O woe betide Thee , clumsy Will ! -but tittering Kate Is penned up in the corner ...
... holds ; Now , laughing , stops , with ' Silence ! hush ! ' And Peggy Pout gives Sam a push . The Blind - man's arms , extended wide , Sam slips between ; -O woe betide Thee , clumsy Will ! -but tittering Kate Is penned up in the corner ...
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... hold ; and , dodging round , Sukey is tumbled on the ground ! See what it is to play unfair ! Where cheating is , there's mischief ... holds up his head . Such are the fortunes of the game ; And those 14 SELECTIONS FROM BLAKE'S WRITINGS .
... hold ; and , dodging round , Sukey is tumbled on the ground ! See what it is to play unfair ! Where cheating is , there's mischief ... holds up his head . Such are the fortunes of the game ; And those 14 SELECTIONS FROM BLAKE'S WRITINGS .
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... holds , in both arts , a rank which cannot be taken from him . Of the Epigrams on Art , which conclude this section , a few are really pointed , others amusingly irascible , -all more or less a sort of nonsense verses , and not even ...
... holds , in both arts , a rank which cannot be taken from him . Of the Epigrams on Art , which conclude this section , a few are really pointed , others amusingly irascible , -all more or less a sort of nonsense verses , and not even ...
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... 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 filled with doves and pigeons Shudders hell through all its regions ; A dog starved at his master's ...
... 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 filled with doves and pigeons Shudders hell through all its regions ; A dog starved at his master's ...
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... holds the centre of the cavalcade , is a first - rate character , and his jokes are no trifles ; they are always , though uttered with audacity , equally free with the Lord and the Peasant ; they are always substantially and weightily ...
... holds the centre of the cavalcade , is a first - rate character , and his jokes are no trifles ; they are always , though uttered with audacity , equally free with the Lord and the Peasant ; they are always substantially and weightily ...
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Abel Act directs March Adam and Eve ancient Angel appears Artist babe beauty begun in colour beneath Blake N3 Fountain bright Butts Caiaphas called character Chaucer Christ cloud Colour-printed Correggio Dante dark Death delight divine dost doth drawing earth engraving eternal execution eyes father fear female figure fire flame Fountain Court Strand Giulio Romano golden grave hand head heaven Hell Henry Baillie holy human Human Abstract imagination Indian ink infant invention labour Lamb Last Judgment light Linnell Lord Lyca Mary Michael Angelo morning mother N3 Fountain Court naked never night NUMBER o'er painter painting picture Pity poem Rembrandt represented round Rubens Satan seen serpent shine sleep smile song Songs of Experience sorrow soul spirit stands sweet tears Tempera thee Thel thou Titian tree Virgil Virgin vision water-colour weep Wife of Bath William Blake woman youth
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Seite 69 - 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...
Seite 107 - 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.
Seite 121 - 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.
Seite 40 - 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. Then every man, of every clime, That prays in his distress, Prays to the human form divine: Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace. And all must love the human form, In heathen, Turk, or Jew. Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell, There God is dwelling too.
Seite 336 - 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...
Seite 111 - When we see not thro' the eye, Which was born in a night, to perish in a night, When the Soul slept in beams of light. God appears, and God is Light, To those poor souls who dwell in Night; But does a Human Form display To those who dwell in realms of Day.
Seite 64 - 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.
Seite 31 - Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Gave thee life, and bid thee feed, By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Little Lamb, I'll tell thee, Little Lamb, I'll tell thee: He...
Seite 41 - Thames' waters flow. O what a multitude they seem'd, these flowers of London town! Seated in companies they sit with radiance all their own. The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs, Thousands of little boys & girls raising their innocent hands.
Seite 110 - 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...