The poems of William Blake [ed. by R.H. Shepherd].Boni & Liveright., 1874 |
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... brow ; He led me through his gardens fair Where all his golden pleasures grow . With sweet May - dews my wings were wet , And Phoebus fired my vocal rage ; He caught me in his silken net , And shut me in his golden cage . He loves to ...
... brow ; He led me through his gardens fair Where all his golden pleasures grow . With sweet May - dews my wings were wet , And Phoebus fired my vocal rage ; He caught me in his silken net , And shut me in his golden cage . He loves to ...
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... brow Or in the chambers of the East , The chambers of the Sun , that now From ancient melody have ceased ; Whether in heaven ye wander fair Or the green corners of the earth , Or the blue regions of the air , Where the melodious winds ...
... brow Or in the chambers of the East , The chambers of the Sun , that now From ancient melody have ceased ; Whether in heaven ye wander fair Or the green corners of the earth , Or the blue regions of the air , Where the melodious winds ...
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... brows in steel , And leaves the trading shore ; The shepherd leaves his mellow pipe , And sounds the trumpet shrill , The workman throws his ... brow Troubles our northern skies . The armies stand , like balances 66 Held in the SKETCHES . 23.
... brows in steel , And leaves the trading shore ; The shepherd leaves his mellow pipe , And sounds the trumpet shrill , The workman throws his ... brow Troubles our northern skies . The armies stand , like balances 66 Held in the SKETCHES . 23.
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... brow unto the breast Gordred his head divides ! Gwin fell the Sons of Norway fled , All that remain'd alive ; The rest did fill the vale of death , For them the eagles strive . The river Dorman roll'd their blood Into the northern sea ...
... brow unto the breast Gordred his head divides ! Gwin fell the Sons of Norway fled , All that remain'd alive ; The rest did fill the vale of death , For them the eagles strive . The river Dorman roll'd their blood Into the northern sea ...
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... brow , A crown of glory - but from thy very dust Shall beam a radiance , to fire the breasts Of youth unborn ! Our names are written equal In fame's wide - trophied hall ; ' tis ours to gild The letters , and to make them shine with ...
... brow , A crown of glory - but from thy very dust Shall beam a radiance , to fire the breasts Of youth unborn ! Our names are written equal In fame's wide - trophied hall ; ' tis ours to gild The letters , and to make them shine with ...
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Albion's angel arm'd arms AUDLEY babe battle beams beneath Blake Blake's blood blossoms bosom breast bright brow Chandos child clouds cover'd cries dance dark death delight dost doth earth echoing green England eyes face fair father fear feet field fight fill'd fire fled flower frowning fruit gold golden grave green groan Gwin hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hills holy Holy Thursday howling infant Jerusalem lamb Lamb of God land laugh LAUGHING SONG light LITTLE BOY LOST Lord Percy Lyca maiden Mary merry morning mother never night o'er pale pipe pity pleasant poems Prince QUEEN PHILIPPA roll'd round shine shore sigh silent sing sleep smile SONGS OF EXPERIENCE Songs of Innocence sorrow soul summer sweet sword tears thee thine thro tree trembling voice walk weep wept wild William William Blake William Bond wind wings youth
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Seite 161 - Bring me my bow of burning gold! Bring me my arrows of desire! Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire! I will not cease from mental fight, nor shall my sword sleep in my hand, till we have built Jerusalem in England's green and pleasant land.
Seite 146 - Shudders hell thro' all its regions. A dog starv'd at his master's gate Predicts the ruin of the state. A horse misused upon the road Calls to heaven for human blood. Each outcry of the hunted hare A fibre from the brain does tear. A skylark wounded in the wing, A cherubim does cease to sing. The game-cock dipt and arm'd for fight Does the rising sun affright.
Seite 91 - And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love ; And these black bodies and this sunburnt face Are but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
Seite 87 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me : — ' Pipe a song about a lamb :
Seite 115 - 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...
Seite 116 - Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Seite 105 - No, no! never can it be! Never, never can it be! And can He who smiles on all Hear the wren with sorrows small, Hear the small bird's grief and care, Hear the woes that infants...
Seite 89 - 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 is called...
Seite 145 - 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 112 - The Sick Rose O rose, thou art sick; The invisible worm That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.