William Blake, Mystic: A StudyLiverpool Booksellers Company, Limited, 1911 - 42 páginas |
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... fire ? They live ! they greatly live a life on earth Unkindled , unconceived ! and from an eye Of tenderness , let heavenly pity fall On me , more justly number'd with the dead . This is the desart , this the solitude : How populous ...
... fire ? They live ! they greatly live a life on earth Unkindled , unconceived ! and from an eye Of tenderness , let heavenly pity fall On me , more justly number'd with the dead . This is the desart , this the solitude : How populous ...
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... fires , Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness , Thrown into tumult , raptured , or alarm'd At aught this scene can threaten , or indulge , Resembles ocean into tempest wrought , To waft a feather , or to drown a fly . Where falls ...
... fires , Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness , Thrown into tumult , raptured , or alarm'd At aught this scene can threaten , or indulge , Resembles ocean into tempest wrought , To waft a feather , or to drown a fly . Where falls ...
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... fire , Intestine broils , oppression , with her heart Wrapp'd up in triple brass , besiege mankind . GOD's image , disinherited of day , e ; Here , plunged in mines , forgets a sun was made There , beings , deathless as their haughty ...
... fire , Intestine broils , oppression , with her heart Wrapp'd up in triple brass , besiege mankind . GOD's image , disinherited of day , e ; Here , plunged in mines , forgets a sun was made There , beings , deathless as their haughty ...
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... fire : Dark , though not blind , like thee Mæonides ! Or , Milton ! thee ; ah , could I reach your strain ! Or his , who made Mæonides our own : Man too he sung - immortal man I sing : Oft bursts my song beyond the bounds of life ; What ...
... fire : Dark , though not blind , like thee Mæonides ! Or , Milton ! thee ; ah , could I reach your strain ! Or his , who made Mæonides our own : Man too he sung - immortal man I sing : Oft bursts my song beyond the bounds of life ; What ...
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... fire : Dark , though not blind , like thee Mæonides ! Or , Milton ! thee ; ah , could I reach your strain ! Or his , who made Mæonides our own : Man too he sung - immortal man I sing : Oft bursts my song beyond the bounds of life ; What ...
... fire : Dark , though not blind , like thee Mæonides ! Or , Milton ! thee ; ah , could I reach your strain ! Or his , who made Mæonides our own : Man too he sung - immortal man I sing : Oft bursts my song beyond the bounds of life ; What ...
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alarm'd ambrosial amusement angels Art thou artist beam beneath Beware Blair's Grave blessings blest bliss Bond Street born charm colour condemned darkness death death-bed delight delineation depict divine dread dust earth embryos endless engraving eternity eternity's ethereal fate figure fire flame flies flight foes folly fond fool friendship frowns genius Giotto gloom glory gold grief happiness heart heaven human illustrations life's LIVERPOOL LORENZO lyre man's mankind midnight mystic spirit mystical mind nature nature's nectar NIGHT THE SECOND numbers o'er objective mental visions pain paint past hours peace perhaps PHILANDER PHILANDER's pinions poems poet poor possess Pris'ner rapture rise scene seize sigh skies sleep smiles song soul immortal sting sure sweet syren thee theme thine things think'st thou time's to-day trifle UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN virtue William Blake wing wing'd wisdom wise world inside wound wretched Young's Night Thoughts
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Página 3 - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
Página 27 - The man who consecrates his hours By vigorous effort, and an honest aim, At once he draws the sting of life and death : He walks with nature ; and her paths are peace.
Página 5 - How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man! How passing wonder He who made him such, Who centred in our make such strange extremes!
Página 42 - The chamber, where the good man meets his fate, Is privileged beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.
Página 40 - Can gold gain friendship? impudence of hope! As well mere man an angel might beget. Love, and love only, is the loan for love. Lorenzo ! pride repress, nor hope to find A friend, but what has found a friend in thee : All like the purchase, few the price will pay ; And this makes friends such miracles below.
Página 4 - Night, sable goddess! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumb'ring world. Silence, how dead! and darkness, how profound!
Página 9 - O ye blest scenes of permanent delight ! Full above measure ! lasting, beyond bound ! A perpetuity of bliss is bliss. Could you, so rich in rapture, fear an end, That ghastly thought would drink up all your joy, And quite unparadise the realms of light.
Página 26 - Time, in advance, behind him hides his wings, And seems to creep decrepit with his age : Behold him, when past by ; what then is seen, But his broad pinions swifter than the winds ' And all mankind, in contradiction strong, Rueful — aghast— cry out on his career.
Página 29 - To drag your patient through the tedious length Of a short winter's day — say, sages ! say, Wit's oracles! say, dreamers of gay dreams!
Página 30 - Conscience! while she seems to sleep On rose and myrtle, lull'd with syren song; While she seems, nodding o'er her charge, to drop On headlong Appetite the slacken'd rein, And give us up to license, unrecall'd, Unmark'd; — see, from behind her secret stand, The sly informer minutes every fault, And her dread diary with horror fills.