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" With sweet May-dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fired my vocal rage ; He caught me in his silken net, And shut me in his golden cage. " He loves to sit and hear me sing, Then laughing, sports and plays with me ; Then stretches out my golden wing,... "
Studies in English Literature - Page 344
by John Dennis - 1876 - 444 pages
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Nollekens and His Times: Comprehending a Life of that Celebrated Sculptor ...

John Thomas Smith - Artists, British - 1828 - 872 pages
...And blushing roses for my brow ; He led me through his gardens fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May-dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus...out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty." But it happened, unfortunately, soon after this period, that in consequence of his unbendingdeportment,...
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Life of William Blake, "pictor Ignotus", with Selections from His ..., Volume 1

Alexander Gilchrist, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, William Michael Rossetti - Literary Criticism - 1863
...fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May-dews my wings were wet, And Phojbus fir'd my vocal rage; He caught me in his silken net, And...out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty. This may surely be reckoned equal precocity to that so much lauded of Pope and Cowley. It is not promise,...
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Poetical sketches

William Blake - 1868
...hair, And blushing roses for my brow ; He led me thro' his gardens fair Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May-dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus...and plays with me; Then stretches out my golden wing SONG. MY silks and fine array, My smiles and languish'd air By love are driven away ; And mournful...
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The Religious Magazine and Monthly Review, Volume 42

Unitarianism - 1869
...And blushing roses for my brow, And led me through his gardens fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May-dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus...sing, Then laughing, sports and plays with me ; Then stretching out his golden wing And mocks my loss of liberty. This boy came home one evening from an...
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The poems of William Blake [ed. by R.H. Shepherd].

William Blake - 1874
...And blushing roses for my brow ; He led me through his gardens fair Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May-dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus...Then stretches out my golden wing And mocks my loss ofliberty. POETICAL SONG. MY silks and fine array, My smiles and languish'd air By love are driven...
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The Poems of William Blake: Comprising Songs of Innocence and of Experience ...

William Blake - 1874 - 165 pages
...hair, And blushing roses for my brow; He led me through his gardens fair Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May-dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus...and plays with me; Then stretches out my golden wing SONG. MY silks and fine array, My smiles and languish'd air By love are driven away; And mournful lean...
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The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 35

Current events - 1875
...And shut me in hie golden cage. " He lovee to sit and hear me sing, Then, laughing, sports and play« with me; Then stretches out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty." Perhaps no poet since Blake bas so well understood how to write songs and lyrics. In his best pieces...
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A Poetry Book of Elder Poets, Consisting of Songs & Sonnets, Odes & Lyrics ...

Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards - English poetry - 1878 - 298 pages
...hair, And blushing roses for my brow; He led me through his gardens fair Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May-dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus...out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty. W. Blake. TO NANCY. O NANCY wilt thou go with me, Nor sigh to leave the flaunting town? Can silent...
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A poetry-book of elder poets, selected and arranged by A. B. Edwards

Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards - 1879
...hair, And blushing roses for my brow; He led me through his gardens fair Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May-dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus...out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty. W. Blake. 235 TO NANCY. TO NANCY. O NANCY wilt thou go with me, Nor sigh to leave the flaunting town?...
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Pen Sketches by a Vanished Hand: From the Papers of the Late ..., Volume 2

Mrs. Mortimer Collins, Frances Cotton Collins ("Mrs. Mortimer Collins, ") - 1879
...whose exquisite simplicity is unsurpassable :— " With sweet May-dews my wings were wet, And Phcebus fired my vocal rage : He caught me in his silken net,..." He loves to sit and hear me sing, Then laughing, sits and plays with me; Then stretches out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty." At fourteen,...
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