Life of William Blake, "Pictor Ignotus": With Selections from His Poems and Other WritingsMacmillan and Company, 1863 - 389 páginas |
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... this heavy chain , That does freeze my bones around ! Selfish , vain , Eternal bane , That free love with bondage bound . ' VOL . II . THE CLOD AND THE PEBBLE . 48 SELECTIONS FROM BLAKE'S WRITINGS . EARTH'S ANSWER Earth raised up her head.
... this heavy chain , That does freeze my bones around ! Selfish , vain , Eternal bane , That free love with bondage bound . ' VOL . II . THE CLOD AND THE PEBBLE . 48 SELECTIONS FROM BLAKE'S WRITINGS . EARTH'S ANSWER Earth raised up her head.
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... eternal winter there . For where'er the sun does shine , And where'er the rain does fall , Babes should never hunger there , Nor poverty the mind appal . THE LITTLE GIRL LOST . IN futurity , I prophetic 50 SELECTIONS FROM BLAKE'S ...
... eternal winter there . For where'er the sun does shine , And where'er the rain does fall , Babes should never hunger there , Nor poverty the mind appal . THE LITTLE GIRL LOST . IN futurity , I prophetic 50 SELECTIONS FROM BLAKE'S ...
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... eternal vales . ' Then why should Thel complain ? Why should the mistress of the vales of Har utter a sigh ? " She ceased and smiled in tears , then sat down in her silver shrine . Thel answer'd : " O thou little virgin of the peaceful ...
... eternal vales . ' Then why should Thel complain ? Why should the mistress of the vales of Har utter a sigh ? " She ceased and smiled in tears , then sat down in her silver shrine . Thel answer'd : " O thou little virgin of the peaceful ...
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... eternal gates ' terrrific porter lifted the northern bar ; Thel enter'd in and saw the secrets of the land unknown . She saw the couches of the dead , and where the fibrous root Of every heart on earth infixes deep its restless twists ...
... eternal gates ' terrrific porter lifted the northern bar ; Thel enter'd in and saw the secrets of the land unknown . She saw the couches of the dead , and where the fibrous root Of every heart on earth infixes deep its restless twists ...
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... eternal joy , They make the roofs and walls to ring ; Till from the fire upon the hearth A little female babe doth spring . 12 . And she is all of solid fire And gems and gold , that none his hand Dares stretch to touch her baby form Or ...
... eternal joy , They make the roofs and walls to ring ; Till from the fire upon the hearth A little female babe doth spring . 12 . And she is all of solid fire And gems and gold , that none his hand Dares stretch to touch her baby form Or ...
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Adam and Eve Alex ancient angels appears Artist babe beautiful beneath Butts Caiaphas called Capaneus Capt character Chaucer Christ cloud colour Colour-printed Correggio Court Strand Dante dark Death delight devils divine doth drawing earth engraved envy eternal execution expression eyes face father fear Felpham female figures finished fire flames Gilchrist Giulio Romano grand Grave ground hand Harvey head heaven Hell Henry Baillie Holy human Indian ink infant invention kneeling labour Last Judgment light Linnell look Mary Michael Angelo morning naked never night Painter painting Palser picture Plates poem printed Prophetic Books Raphael Rembrandt represented Rubens Satan seen serpent sketch sleep smile song soul spirit Strange sweet tears Tempera thee things Thomas Dagworth thou Titian tree Virgin vision water-colour weep wife Wife of Bath WILLIAM BLAKE woman Woolett young youth
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Página 65 - I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I water'd it in fears, Night & 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, And into my garden stole When the night had...
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Página 59 - 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?
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