The Real Blake: A Portrait BiographyChatto & Windus, 1907 - 443 Seiten Philosopher. Luminary. Artist. William Blake was one of the best creative minds England ever produced. Discover his life with this fascinating biography. |
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... divine truth from vision , a little boy may start up in his own family and claim to do the same thing . Mr. Blake seems to have considered that too close an acquaintance with Swedenborg's doctrines would not be par- ticularly good for ...
... divine truth from vision , a little boy may start up in his own family and claim to do the same thing . Mr. Blake seems to have considered that too close an acquaintance with Swedenborg's doctrines would not be par- ticularly good for ...
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... Divine Love and Wisdom , seem all to have been owned by Blake's father , though they were not studied by Blake himself till later . The Symbolic Dictionary is the work of which it may be said that Swedenborg stands or falls by it . A ...
... Divine Love and Wisdom , seem all to have been owned by Blake's father , though they were not studied by Blake himself till later . The Symbolic Dictionary is the work of which it may be said that Swedenborg stands or falls by it . A ...
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... divine voice , and there is no reason why we should not attend to what the dead have to say if they are allowed to speak to us . 22 We all know that memory is bodily as well as mental . The scrapings upon hills in Scotland , made in ...
... divine voice , and there is no reason why we should not attend to what the dead have to say if they are allowed to speak to us . 22 We all know that memory is bodily as well as mental . The scrapings upon hills in Scotland , made in ...
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... divine origin , and equal to genius . This is the preface , or , as Mr. Mathews called it , the " Advertisement , " written for the Poetical Sketches : The following Sketches were the production of untutored youth , commenced in his ...
... divine origin , and equal to genius . This is the preface , or , as Mr. Mathews called it , the " Advertisement , " written for the Poetical Sketches : The following Sketches were the production of untutored youth , commenced in his ...
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... divine bel canto when under the nervous concentration of Svengali's influence . When this went off she , it will be remembered , could not sing a musical note , and Blake , who did not always correctly record the song he sang , when in ...
... divine bel canto when under the nervous concentration of Svengali's influence . When this went off she , it will be remembered , could not sing a musical note , and Blake , who did not always correctly record the song he sang , when in ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Albion angels appear artist Basire beauty Book of Urizen Butts called character Chaucer Christ colours copy Correggio Crabb Robinson Cromek death designs Divine drawing enemy engraving eternal Felpham Flaxman fool genius Gilchrist give Hayley Hayley's Hell human idea imagination inspiration Jerusalem John Linnell Joseph of Arimathea kind knew labour Last Judgment later letter Linnell live look Luvah Mathews means mental Michael Angelo Milton mind nature never Night notes painter painting Palamabron passage picture plates poem Poetical Sketches poetry printed probably Quaritch edition Rahab remember Reynolds Rubens Samuel Palmer Satan says seems seen Songs of Innocence South Molton spiritual Stothard style Swedenborg Swedenborgian symbol tell Tharmas Thel things thought tion Tiriel Titian told truth underlined by Blake understand Urizen Vala Venetian verse vision wife William Blake words writing written wrote
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 415 - I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
Seite 375 - Here Reynolds is laid, and to tell you my mind, He has not left a wiser or better behind : His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand: His manners were gentle, complying, and bland; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart...
Seite 284 - On a rock, whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood; (Loose his beard and hoary hair Streamed like a meteor to the troubled air;) And with a master's hand and prophet's fire Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre: 'Hark, how each giant oak and desert cave Sighs to the torrent's awful voice beneath!
Seite 80 - 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.
Seite 203 - I saw no God, nor heard any, in a finite organical perception; but my senses discover'd the infinite in every thing; and as I was then perswaded, & remain confirm'd, that the voice of honest indignation is the voice of God, I cared not for consequences, but wrote.
Seite 418 - Heaven-born, the Soul a heaven-ward course must hold ; Beyond the visible world she soars to seek (For what delights the sense is false and weak) Ideal Form, the universal mould. The wise man, I affirm, can find no rest In that which perishes ; nor will he lend His heart to aught which doth on time depend. 'Tis sense, unbridled will, and not true love, That kills the soul: love betters what is best, Even here below, but more in heaven above.
Seite 381 - Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom He pleases.
Seite 422 - I GIVE you the end of a golden string, Only wind it into a ball ; It will lead you in at Heaven's gate Built in Jerusalem's wall.
Seite 284 - Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries. No more I weep: they do not sleep; On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit; they linger yet, Avengers of their native land; With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
Seite 223 - I may praise it, since I dare not pretend to be any other than the Secretary; the Authors are in Eternity.