Life of William Blake: With Selections from His Poems and Other Writings, Volume 1

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Macmillan and Company, 1880

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Page 239 - And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen? And did the Countenance Divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here Among these dark Satanic Mills? Bring me my Bow of burning gold : Bring me my Arrows of desire : Bring me my Spear : O clouds unfold ! Bring me my Chariot of fire. I will not cease from Mental Fight, Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand Till we have built Jerusalem...
Page 380 - I hear! —But there's a Tree, of many one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
Page 113 - With thee conversing, I forget all time ; All seasons, and their change — all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn — her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower...
Page 75 - Without Contraries is no progression. Attraction and Repulsion, Reason and Energy, Love and Hate, are necessary to Human existence.
Page 172 - I hear a voice, you cannot hear, Which says, I must not stay; I see a hand, you cannot see, Which beckons me away.
Page 330 - Then came there unto him all his brethren, and all his sisters, and all they that had been of his acquaintance before, and did eat bread with him in his house ; and they bemoaned him, and comforted him over all the evil that the Lord had brought upon him: every man also gave him a piece of money, and every one an earring of gold.
Page 242 - Thou hearest the nightingale begin the song of spring: The lark, sitting upon his earthy bed, just as the morn Appears, listens silent; then, springing from the waving cornfield, loud He leads the choir of day— trill! trill! trill! trill! Mounting upon the wings of light into the great expanse. Re-echoing against the lovely blue and shining heavenly shell: His little throat labours with inspiration; every feather On throat and breast and wings vibrates with the effluence divine...
Page 233 - 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 79 - If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up till he sees all things thro
Page 113 - Unargued I obey : so God ordains. God is thy law ; thou, mine : to know no more, Is woman's happiest knowledge, and her praise 1 With thee conversing, I forget all time, All seasons and their change, all please alike.

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