The Poems: With Specimens of the Prose Writings, of William BlakeW. Scott, limited, 1885 - 282 páginas This book collects Blake's famous and unique writings along with a biographical and critical introduction. |
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... Flower's Song Opportunity Seed Sowing Night and Day In a Myrtle Shade PROSE EXTRACTS- Chaucer's Canterbury Pilgrims . The Bard , from Gray The Ancient Britons PAGE 208 214 · 219 222 223 225 227 230 231 232 235 236 237 237 238 239 240 ...
... Flower's Song Opportunity Seed Sowing Night and Day In a Myrtle Shade PROSE EXTRACTS- Chaucer's Canterbury Pilgrims . The Bard , from Gray The Ancient Britons PAGE 208 214 · 219 222 223 225 227 230 231 232 235 236 237 237 238 239 240 ...
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... dance ! Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers . “ The narrow bud opens her beauties to The sun , and love runs in her thrilling veins ; Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning , and Flourish TO AUTUMN . 41 To Autumn.
... dance ! Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers . “ The narrow bud opens her beauties to The sun , and love runs in her thrilling veins ; Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning , and Flourish TO AUTUMN . 41 To Autumn.
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... flowers round her head . " The Spirits of the Air live on the smells Of fruit ; and Joy , with pinions light , roves round The gardens , or sits singing in the trees . " Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat ; Then rose , girded himself ...
... flowers round her head . " The Spirits of the Air live on the smells Of fruit ; and Joy , with pinions light , roves round The gardens , or sits singing in the trees . " Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat ; Then rose , girded himself ...
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... flower that shuts its sweet eyes In timely sleep . Let thy west wind sleep on The lake ; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes , And wash the dusk with silver . Soon , full soon , Dost thou withdraw ; then the wolf rages wide , And the ...
... flower that shuts its sweet eyes In timely sleep . Let thy west wind sleep on The lake ; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes , And wash the dusk with silver . Soon , full soon , Dost thou withdraw ; then the wolf rages wide , And the ...
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... flower to deck thy horrid temples : " My lord was like a star in highest heaven Drawn down to earth by spells and wickedness ; My lord was like the opening eyes of Day , When western winds creep softly o'er the flowers " But he is ...
... flower to deck thy horrid temples : " My lord was like a star in highest heaven Drawn down to earth by spells and wickedness ; My lord was like the opening eyes of Day , When western winds creep softly o'er the flowers " But he is ...
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The Poems: With Specimens of the Prose Writings, of William Blake William Blake,Joseph Skipsey Vista de fragmentos - 1885 |
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Página 170 - 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? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And watered heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see?...
Página 12 - To HELEN Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Página 141 - To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. 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.
Página 175 - 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.
Página 178 - I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I watered it in fears Night and 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...
Página 148 - 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.
Página 58 - 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...
Página 133 - I am black, as if bereav'd of light. My mother taught me underneath a tree, And sitting down before the heat of day, She took me on her lap and kissed me, And, pointing to the east, began to say: "Look on the rising sun — there God does live, And gives his light, and gives his heat away; And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive Comfort in morning, joy in the noon day.
Página 224 - 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?
Página 206 - 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