William Blake, Mystic: A StudyLiverpool Booksellers Company, Limited, 1911 - 42 páginas |
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... short , as usual , and disturb'd repose , I wake : how happy they , who wake no more ! Yet that were vain , if dreams infest the grave . I wake , emerging from a sea of dreams Tumultuous ; where my wreck'd , desponding thought From wave ...
... short , as usual , and disturb'd repose , I wake : how happy they , who wake no more ! Yet that were vain , if dreams infest the grave . I wake , emerging from a sea of dreams Tumultuous ; where my wreck'd , desponding thought From wave ...
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... short ; That span too short , we tax as tedious too ; Torture invention , all expedients tire , To lash the ling'ring moments into speed , And whirl us , happy riddance ! from ourselves . Art , brainless art ! our furious charioteer ...
... short ; That span too short , we tax as tedious too ; Torture invention , all expedients tire , To lash the ling'ring moments into speed , And whirl us , happy riddance ! from ourselves . Art , brainless art ! our furious charioteer ...
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... short Heaven's bounty , boundless our expence ; No niggard nature ; men are prodigals : We waste , not use our time ; we breathe , not live : Time wasted is existence , used is life : And bare existence , man , to live ordain'd , Wrings ...
... short Heaven's bounty , boundless our expence ; No niggard nature ; men are prodigals : We waste , not use our time ; we breathe , not live : Time wasted is existence , used is life : And bare existence , man , to live ordain'd , Wrings ...
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... short ; death seek , and shun ; Body and soul , like peevish man and wife , United jar , and yet are loth to part . Oh the dark days of vanity ! while here , How tasteless ! and how terrible when gone ! Gone ! they ne'er go ; when past ...
... short ; death seek , and shun ; Body and soul , like peevish man and wife , United jar , and yet are loth to part . Oh the dark days of vanity ! while here , How tasteless ! and how terrible when gone ! Gone ! they ne'er go ; when past ...
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... short , short day's too rapid flight ? Know'st thou , or what thou dost , or what is done ? Man flies from time , and time from man , too soon In sad divorce this double flight must end : And then , where are we ? where , LORENZO. 26.
... short , short day's too rapid flight ? Know'st thou , or what thou dost , or what is done ? Man flies from time , and time from man , too soon In sad divorce this double flight must end : And then , where are we ? where , LORENZO. 26.
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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.