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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... sweet I roamed from field to field 50 . 51 . 52 grey Song - Fresh from the dewy hill Song - When early morn walks forth in sober To the Muses Gwin , King of Norway 058 205 53 55 56 57 59 60 • 61 POETICAL SKETCHES - Continued . An ...
... sweet I roamed from field to field 50 . 51 . 52 grey Song - Fresh from the dewy hill Song - When early morn walks forth in sober To the Muses Gwin , King of Norway 058 205 53 55 56 57 59 60 • 61 POETICAL SKETCHES - Continued . An ...
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... sweet I roamed from field to field And tasted all the summer's pride , Till I the Prince of Love beheld , Who in the sunny beams did glide ! " He showed me lilies for my hair , And blushing roses for my brow ; He led me through his ...
... sweet I roamed from field to field And tasted all the summer's pride , Till I the Prince of Love beheld , Who in the sunny beams did glide ! " He showed me lilies for my hair , And blushing roses for my brow ; He led me through his ...
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... least did , at his master's shop , see the sweet - souled author of the Vicar of Wakefield , " whose finely marked head " he gazed at , and " thought to himself how much he should like to have such a head 12 INTRODUCTORY SKETCH .
... least did , at his master's shop , see the sweet - souled author of the Vicar of Wakefield , " whose finely marked head " he gazed at , and " thought to himself how much he should like to have such a head 12 INTRODUCTORY SKETCH .
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... sweet- ness , and delicacy throughout . Indeed , this is a real and genuine poem , and I say this without presuming to be able to decipher in clear terms the author's drift , for I do not regard that particular ability altogether ...
... sweet- ness , and delicacy throughout . Indeed , this is a real and genuine poem , and I say this without presuming to be able to decipher in clear terms the author's drift , for I do not regard that particular ability altogether ...
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... sweet in disposition and general temper , he yet when crossed was subject to fits and outbursts of anger and spleen , which , however , were only for the moment , and the effects of which were felt by none so keenly as by himself ...
... sweet in disposition and general temper , he yet when crossed was subject to fits and outbursts of anger and spleen , which , however , were only for the moment , and the effects of which were felt by none so keenly as by himself ...
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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