MR. SIPSOP'S SONG A CROWNED king On a white horse sitting, With his trumpet sounding And banners flying; Through the clouds of smoke he makes his way. And the shout of his thousands fills the heart with rejoicing and victory, And the shout of his thousands fills the heart with rejoicing and victory. Victory! Victory! 'Twas William the Prince of Orange. [The manuscript breaks off suddenly in the middle of a page.] RESENTMENTS (The dates of these are all from about 1800 to 1808. The titles when in parentheses are conjectural. The rest are Blake's.) (AFTER TOO MUCH KLOPSTOCK') (Unfinished; ; no title. Not decent in lines three and four. The rest of the gaps are where the manuscript is totally illegible or obliterated by Blake.) WHEN Klopstock England defied, Up rose William Blake in his pride ... Then swore a great oath that would make And called aloud to English Blake. Blake was away. His body was free At Lambeth beneath the poplar tree. The moon at that blushed fiery red ; Astonished felt the intrippled turn, His bowells turned round three times three, Then again old Nobodaddy swore He never had seen such a thing before Since Noah was shut in the ark,— TO NOBODADDY WHY art thou silent and invisible, Why dost thou hide thyself in clouds Why darkness and obscurity In all thy words and laws, That none can eat the fruit But from the wily serpent's jaws? Or is it because Jealousy Gives Feminine applause? LACEDEMONIAN INSTRUCTION COME hither, boy: what see you there? AN ANSWER TO THE PARSON WHY of the sheep do you not learn peace? Because I don't want you to shear my fleece. TO GOD If you have formed a circle to go into, (A CRY) (From a letter, August 1803.) Он why was I born with a different face? Then my verse I dishonour, my pictures despise, I am either too low, or too highly prized. (AN ALTERNATIVE) GREAT things are done when men and mountains meet; These are not done by jostling in the street. MR. STOTHARD TO MR. CROMEK FOR Fortune's favours you your riches bring, But Fortune says she gave you no such thing. Why should you be unfaithful to your friends,Sneaking and backbiting, and odds and ends? MR. CROMEK TO MR. STOTHARD FORTUNE favours the brave-old proverbs sayBut not with money-that is not her way: Turn back, turn back, you travel all in vain ; Turn through the iron gate, down sneaking lane. ON F AND I— I FOUND them blind, I taught them how to see, And now they know neither themselves nor me. "Tis excellent to turn a thorn to a pin, A fool to a bolt, a knave to a glass of gin. You call me mad, 'tis folly to do so, To seek to turn a madman to a foe. If you think as you speak, you are an ass, (HAYLEY AGAIN) WHEN H―y finds out what you cannot do, ON HAYLEY To forgive enemies H- does pretend TO H. (HAYLEY) THY friendship oft has made my heart to ache: ON H, THE PICK THANK. (HAYLEY) I WRITE the rascal thanks till he and I |