The Poems of William BlakeBasil Montagu Pickering, 1874 - 165 páginas |
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William Blake. O TO SUMMER . THOU who passest thro ' our valleys in Thy strength , curb thy fierce steeds , allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils ! thou , O Summer , Oft pitched'st here thy golden tent , and oft Beneath ...
William Blake. O TO SUMMER . THOU who passest thro ' our valleys in Thy strength , curb thy fierce steeds , allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils ! thou , O Summer , Oft pitched'st here thy golden tent , and oft Beneath ...
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... Thro ' the clear windows of the morn- ing , turn Thine angel eyes upon our western isle , Which in full choir hails thy approach , O Spring ! The hills tell each other , and the listening Valleys hear ; all our longing eyes are turn'd ...
... Thro ' the clear windows of the morn- ing , turn Thine angel eyes upon our western isle , Which in full choir hails thy approach , O Spring ! The hills tell each other , and the listening Valleys hear ; all our longing eyes are turn'd ...
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William Blake. O TO SUMMER . THOU who passest thro ' our valleys in Thy strength , curb thy fierce steeds , allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils ! thou , O Summer , Oft pitched'st here thy golden tent , and oft Beneath ...
William Blake. O TO SUMMER . THOU who passest thro ' our valleys in Thy strength , curb thy fierce steeds , allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils ! thou , O Summer , Oft pitched'st here thy golden tent , and oft Beneath ...
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... thro ' the dun forest : The fleeces of our flocks are cover'd with Thy sacred dew : protect them with thine influence . O TO MORNING . HOLY virgin ! clad in purest white , Unlock heaven's golden gates and issue forth ; Awake the dawn ...
... thro ' the dun forest : The fleeces of our flocks are cover'd with Thy sacred dew : protect them with thine influence . O TO MORNING . HOLY virgin ! clad in purest white , Unlock heaven's golden gates and issue forth ; Awake the dawn ...
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... thro ' the dreary vaults . She shriek'd aloud , and sunk upon the steps , On the cold stone her pale cheek . Of death issue as from a sepulchre , Sickly smells And all is silent but the sighing vaults . Chill death withdraws his hand ...
... thro ' the dreary vaults . She shriek'd aloud , and sunk upon the steps , On the cold stone her pale cheek . Of death issue as from a sepulchre , Sickly smells And all is silent but the sighing vaults . Chill death withdraws his hand ...
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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 lion LITTLE BOY LOST Lord Percy Lyca maiden Mary merry morning mother never night o'er pale pipe pity pleasant poems Prince QUEEN PHILIPPA 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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Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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 :
Página 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...
Página 116 - Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.