Life of William Blake: With Selections from His Poems and Other Writings, Volume 2Macmillan and Company, 1880 |
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Page 13
... arms , extended wide , Sam slips between ; -O woe betide Thee , clumsy Will ! —but tittering Kate Is penned up in the corner strait ! And now POETICAL SKETCHES . 13 BLIND-MAN'S BUFF When silver snow decks Susan's clothes.
... arms , extended wide , Sam slips between ; -O woe betide Thee , clumsy Will ! —but tittering Kate Is penned up in the corner strait ! And now POETICAL SKETCHES . 13 BLIND-MAN'S BUFF When silver snow decks Susan's clothes.
Page 19
... arm'd in the ribs of death , And shook his mortal dart against my head , Thou'dst laugh his fury into nerveless shame ! Go now , for thou art suited to the work , Throughout the camp ; inflame the timorous , Blow up the sluggish into ...
... arm'd in the ribs of death , And shook his mortal dart against my head , Thou'dst laugh his fury into nerveless shame ! Go now , for thou art suited to the work , Throughout the camp ; inflame the timorous , Blow up the sluggish into ...
Page 20
... arm my gallant soldiers , And gird the sword upon each thigh , and fit Each shining helm , and string each stubborn bow , And dance unto the neighing of our steeds : Methinks the shout begins , the battle burns ; Methinks I see them ...
... arm my gallant soldiers , And gird the sword upon each thigh , and fit Each shining helm , and string each stubborn bow , And dance unto the neighing of our steeds : Methinks the shout begins , the battle burns ; Methinks I see them ...
Page 23
... arms ; But never , till this fatal day of Cressy , Has my soul fainted with these views of death . I seem to be in one great charnel - house , And seem to scent the rotten carcases ! I seem to hear the dismal yells of Death , While the ...
... arms ; But never , till this fatal day of Cressy , Has my soul fainted with these views of death . I seem to be in one great charnel - house , And seem to scent the rotten carcases ! I seem to hear the dismal yells of Death , While the ...
Page 57
... Arm in arm , seven days They tread the desert ways . Seven nights they sleep Among shadows deep , And dream they see their ... arms he bore Her , armed with sorrows sore ; Till before their way A couching lion lay . Turning back was vain ...
... Arm in arm , seven days They tread the desert ways . Seven nights they sleep Among shadows deep , And dream they see their ... arms he bore Her , armed with sorrows sore ; Till before their way A couching lion lay . Turning back was vain ...
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Abel Act directs March Adam Adam and Eve ancient angels Artist babe beauty beneath Blake N3 Fountain bright Butts called character Chaucer child Christ cloud colour Colour-printed Correggio dark Death delight divine dost doth drawing earth echoing green engraved eternal execution eyes father fear female figure flame Fountain Court Strand Giulio Romano golden grave hand head heaven Henry Baillie holy human Human Abstract imagination Indian ink infant invention labour Lamb Last Judgment light Linnell Lyca Michael Angelo morning mortal mother N3 Fountain Court naked never night NUMBER o'er painter painting picture Pity poem Rembrandt represent round Rubens Satan seen serpent shine sleep smile song Songs of Experience sorrow soul Spirit stands sweet tears Tempera thee Thel things thou Titian tree Virgin vision water-colour weep Wife of Bath William Blake woman youth