Blake for Babes: A Popular Illustrated Introduction to the Works of William Blake

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T. Wright, 1923 - 37 страница

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Страница 22 - I GIVE you the end of a golden string, Only wind it into a ball ; It will lead you in at Heaven's gate Built in Jerusalem's wall.
Страница 19 - Reynolds Thinks that Man Learns all that he Knows I say on the Contrary That Man Brings All that he has or Can have Into the World with him. Man is Born Like a Garden ready Planted & Sown This World is too poor to produce one Seed...
Страница 34 - The path of sorrow, and that path alone, Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown ; No traveller ever reach'd that blest abode, Who found not thorns and briers in his road.
Страница 13 - This life's dim window of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole. And leads you to believe a lie When you see with — not through — the eye...
Страница 29 - Why a tongue impressed with honey from every wind? Why an ear, a whirlpool fierce to draw creations in? Why a nostril wide inhaling terror, trembling, and affright? Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy? Why a little curtain of flesh on the bed of our desire...
Страница 12 - Meadow/sweet, downy & soft waving among the reeds, Light springing on the air, lead the sweet Dance: they wake The Honeysuckle sleeping on the Oak; the flaunting beauty Revels along upon the wind; the Whitethorn, lovely May, Opens her many lovely eyes listening, the Rose still sleeps, None dare to wake her; soon she bursts her crimson curtain'd bed And comes forth in the majesty of beauty...
Страница 16 - When thou seest an Eagle, thou seest a portion of Genius: lift up thy head!
Страница 26 - THE Daughters of [the] Seraphim led round their sunny flocks — All but the youngest : she in paleness sought the secret air, To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day. Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard, And thus her gentle lamentation falls like morning dew.
Страница 14 - O how can I with my gross tongue that cleaveth to the dust Tell of the Four-fold Man in starry numbers fitly order'd, Or how can I with my cold hand of clay! But thou, O Lord, Do with me as thou wilt ! for I am nothing, and vanity. If thou chuse to elect a worm, it shall remove the mountains.
Страница 33 - The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind.

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