Life of William Blake, "Pictor Ignotus": With Selections from His Poems and Other Writings |
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... arms , extended wide , Sam slips between ; -O woe betide Thee , clumsy Will ! -but tittering Kate Is penned up in the corner strait ! And now Will's eyes beheld the play , He thought his face was t'other way . Now , Kitty , now ! what ...
... arms , extended wide , Sam slips between ; -O woe betide Thee , clumsy Will ! -but tittering Kate Is penned up in the corner strait ! And now Will's eyes beheld the play , He thought his face was t'other way . Now , Kitty , now ! what ...
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... arm'd in the ribs of death , And shook his mortal dart against my head , Thou'dst laugh his fury into nerveless shame ! Go now , for thou art suited to the work , Throughout the camp ; inflame the timorous , Blow up the sluggish into ...
... arm'd in the ribs of death , And shook his mortal dart against my head , Thou'dst laugh his fury into nerveless shame ! Go now , for thou art suited to the work , Throughout the camp ; inflame the timorous , Blow up the sluggish into ...
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... arms ; But never , till this fatal day of Cressy , Has my soul fainted with these views of death . I seem to be in one great charnel - house , And seem to scent the rotten carcases ! . I seem to hear the dismal yells of Death , While ...
... arms ; But never , till this fatal day of Cressy , Has my soul fainted with these views of death . I seem to be in one great charnel - house , And seem to scent the rotten carcases ! . I seem to hear the dismal yells of Death , While ...
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... arms he bore Her , arm'd with sorrows sore ; Till before their way A couching lion lay . Turning back was vain , Soon his heavy mane Bore them to the ground ; Then he stalk'd around , Smelling to his prey , But their fears allay When ...
... arms he bore Her , arm'd with sorrows sore ; Till before their way A couching lion lay . Turning back was vain , Soon his heavy mane Bore them to the ground ; Then he stalk'd around , Smelling to his prey , But their fears allay When ...
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... arm'd in gold . " < On his head a crown , On his shoulders down Flow'd his golden hair . Gone was all their care . Follow me , ' he said , Weep not for the maid ; In my palace deep , " Lyca lies asleep . ' Then they followed Where the ...
... arm'd in gold . " < On his head a crown , On his shoulders down Flow'd his golden hair . Gone was all their care . Follow me , ' he said , Weep not for the maid ; In my palace deep , " Lyca lies asleep . ' Then they followed Where the ...
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Page 63 - I wander thro' each charter'd street Near where the charter'd 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.
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Page 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?
Page 60 - AH! SUN-FLOWER Ah, sun-flower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done: Where the youth pined away with desire, And the pale virgin shrouded in snow Arise from their graves, and aspire Where my sun-flower wishes to go.
Page 96 - Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are Born. Every Morn and every Night Some are Born to sweet delight. Some are Born to sweet delight, Some are Born to Endless Night. We are led to Believe a Lie When we see not Thro...