William Blake, Mystic: A StudyLiverpool Booksellers Company, Limited, 1911 - 42 páginas |
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... sure , Self - given , solar ray of sound delight . In every varied posture , place , and hour , How widow'd every thought of every joy ! Thought , busy thought ! too busy for my peace , Through the dark postern of time long elapsed ...
... sure , Self - given , solar ray of sound delight . In every varied posture , place , and hour , How widow'd every thought of every joy ! Thought , busy thought ! too busy for my peace , Through the dark postern of time long elapsed ...
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... sure heirs of pain . War , famine , pest , volcano , storm , and 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 ...
... sure heirs of pain . War , famine , pest , volcano , storm , and 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 ...
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... sure- And in its favours formidable too : * Its favours here are trials , not rewards ; A call to duty , not discharge from care ; And should alarm us , full as much as woes ; Awake us to their cause and consequence ; And make us ...
... sure- And in its favours formidable too : * Its favours here are trials , not rewards ; A call to duty , not discharge from care ; And should alarm us , full as much as woes ; Awake us to their cause and consequence ; And make us ...
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... Where is to - morrow ? -in another world ! For numbers this is certain ; the reverse Is sure to none ; and yet on this perhaps , This peradventure - infamous for lies , As on a rock of adamant we build Our mountain 13.
... Where is to - morrow ? -in another world ! For numbers this is certain ; the reverse Is sure to none ; and yet on this perhaps , This peradventure - infamous for lies , As on a rock of adamant we build Our mountain 13.
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... Sure vice must butcher : O what heaps of slain Cry out for vengeance on us ! time destroy'd Is suicide , where more than blood is spilt : Time flies , death urges , knells call , heaven invites , Hell threatens all exerts ; in effort ...
... Sure vice must butcher : O what heaps of slain Cry out for vengeance on us ! time destroy'd Is suicide , where more than blood is spilt : Time flies , death urges , knells call , heaven invites , Hell threatens all exerts ; in effort ...
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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.