The Poetical Works of William Blake: A New and Verbatim Text from the Manuscript Engraved and Letterpress OriginalsClarendon Press, 1905 - 384 pages |
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Advt Albion Angel beneath Blake Book 1st rdg bright clouds coloured copy couplet Dagw death deleted dost doth draft edition editors Ellis and Yeats engraved Epig epigrams Eternity Everlasting Gospel EY omit eyes father Fayette fear Felpham Fool Four Zoas Gates of Paradise Gilchrist golden hand heart Heaven holy Holy Thursday Infant Sorrow Jerusalem Jesus King Lamb later laugh leaf lines Lord mirtle Moon morning never night o'er original Pickering Pity plates poem Poetical Sketches printed Prophetic Books Prose readings recto reprinted Reynolds Shep Shepherd sing sleep smile Songs of Experience Songs of Innocence Sorrow soul Spectre stanza sweet Swinb tears thee thine Thomas Dagworth thou thro title-page tree Tyger verso voice W. B. Yeats W. M. Rossetti weep William Blake written youth
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Page 76 - I'll tell thee: He is called by thy name, For he calls himself a Lamb. He is meek, and he is mild; He became a little child. I a child, and thou a lamb, We are called by his name. Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Page xl - Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed! Smile on our loves, and while thou drawest the Blue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dew On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes In timely sleep. Let thy west wind sleep on The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering; eyes, And wash the dusk with silver. Soon, full soon, Dost thou withdraw; then the wolf rages wide, And the lion glares thro' the dun forest:...
Page 292 - What to others a trifle appears Fills me full of smiles or tears; For double the vision my Eyes do see, And a double vision is always with me. With my inward Eye 'tis an old Man grey; With my outward, a Thistle across my way. "If thou goest back...
Page 76 - Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Gave thee life, and bid thee feed, By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Little Lamb, I'll tell thee, Little Lamb, I'll tell thee...
Page 106 - TIGER! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? 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 78 - I am black, as if bereav'd of light. My mother taught me underneath a tree, And sitting down before the heat of day, She took me on her lap and kissed me, And pointing to the east, began to say: "Look on the rising sun: there God does live, And gives his light, and gives his heat away; And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
Page 74 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb!' So I piped with merry cheer. 'Piper, pipe that song again;
Page 293 - He who would do good to another must do it in Minute Particulars. General Good is the plea of the Scoundrel, hypocrite, and flatterer...
Page 288 - 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. The Atoms of Democritus And Newton's Particles of Light Are sands upon the Red Sea shore, Where Israel's tents do shine so bright.
Page 279 - Hell thro' all its regions. A dog starv'd at his master's gate Predicts the ruin of the State. A horse misus'd upon the road Calls to Heaven for human blood. Each outcry of the hunted hare A fibre from the brain does tear. A skylark wounded in the wing, A cherubim does cease to sing. The game-cock dipt and arm'd for fight Does the rising sun affright.