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angel arms artist babe Blake Book of Thel bright Caiaphas called Chandos clouds colour Cromek curse D. G. Rossetti DAGWORTH dark death delight designs divine dost doth earth engraved eternal eyes father fear feet Felpham fire Flaxman forgive gates Gilchrist's book golden grave groan hand hast Hayley head hear heard heart heaven Heuxos Heva holy human Ijim infant Jerusalem Jesus King lamb land laugh Linnell live Lord Marcion mind Mnetha morning mother Myratana never night o'er painting pity poem Poetical Sketches Prophetic Books round shine silent sing sleep smile Songs of Experience Songs of Innocence sorrow soul spirit Stothard sweet Swinburne sword tears thee Thel thine things Thomas Dagworth thou art Tiriel Titian trembling Urizen vales verse vision visionary voice walk wander water-colour weep wife wild William William Blake wings words writings youth Zazel
Page 106 - In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes ? On what wings dare he aspire ? What the hand dare seize the fire ? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart...
Page 92 - Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down, And the dews of night arise ; Come, come, leave off play, and let us away, Till the morning appears in the skies.
Page 83 - When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry
Page 98 - Love seeketh not Itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair." So sung a little Clod of Clay Trodden with the cattle's feet, But a Pebble of the brook Warbled out these metres meet: "Love seeketh only Self to please, To bind another to Its delight, Joys in another's loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.
Page 164 - Mock on' Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau; Mock on, mock on: 'tis all in vain! You throw the sand against the wind, And the wind blows it back again. And every sand becomes a gem, Reflected in the beams divine. Blown back they blind the mocking eye, But still in Israel's paths they shine.
Page 94 - Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief? Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrow's share? Can a father see his child Weep, nor be with sorrow fill'd?
Page 50 - Whether in heaven ye wander fair, Or the green corners of the earth, Or the blue regions of the air Where the melodious winds have birth...
Page 87 - Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, Is God our Father dear ; And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, Is man, his child and care. For Mercy has a human heart ; Pity, a human face ; And Love, the human form divine; And Peace, the human dress.