The Poetical Works of William Blake, Volumen1Chatto & Windus, 1906 |
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Página xiv
... spirit , and of any sympathetic mental patience . We should have understood his hasty adoption of new words that caught his fancy , and his vivacious incapacity to control his own genius , or to do justice to other kinds of genius that ...
... spirit , and of any sympathetic mental patience . We should have understood his hasty adoption of new words that caught his fancy , and his vivacious incapacity to control his own genius , or to do justice to other kinds of genius that ...
Página xv
... spirit that breathes and the spirit that hears needed a free passage for inspiration and life - for the air of this world and the messages of the other . At first this seems an exaggeration in the portrait , but the photographs taken ...
... spirit that breathes and the spirit that hears needed a free passage for inspiration and life - for the air of this world and the messages of the other . At first this seems an exaggeration in the portrait , but the photographs taken ...
Página xxii
... spirits ; keep their places coherent ; give them for symbols Height and Depth as ever contrary to Length and Breadth . But there is , since the world was made by a word ( logos ) , the ' Parent ' or verbal power . We know it too well in ...
... spirits ; keep their places coherent ; give them for symbols Height and Depth as ever contrary to Length and Breadth . But there is , since the world was made by a word ( logos ) , the ' Parent ' or verbal power . We know it too well in ...
Página xxiv
... Spirit ' which he cultivated as a religious duty . In Jerusalem , ' the very first page contains this , in the appeal to ' perverted Man ' not to turn away down the ' dark valleys ' of unimaginative life- " Thy nurses and thy mothers ...
... Spirit ' which he cultivated as a religious duty . In Jerusalem , ' the very first page contains this , in the appeal to ' perverted Man ' not to turn away down the ' dark valleys ' of unimaginative life- " Thy nurses and thy mothers ...
Página xxxiii
... spirits ( or gods ) of the thunder - cloud is the enrooting round Urizen of the Tree of Mystery . There are ( we shall learn ) two clouds , that of blood and that of human souls . The blood - cloud ( Rahab's red cord in the window ) is ...
... spirits ( or gods ) of the thunder - cloud is the enrooting round Urizen of the Tree of Mystery . There are ( we shall learn ) two clouds , that of blood and that of human souls . The blood - cloud ( Rahab's red cord in the window ) is ...
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Ahania Albion Angel arms beauty beheld beneath Beulah Blake blood BOOK OF LOS Book of Urizen bosom bright Bromion called chains clouds curse DAGWORTH dark daughters death deep delight Divine dost doth earth Enitharmon eternal eyes father fear Felpham female fire flames four Zoas Fuzon gates golden hand head heard heart Hell holy howling human imagination immortal jealousy Jehovah Jerusalem Jesus King labour Leutha limbs loins Lord loud Luvah Milton mind Mnetha morning mortal mountains Myratana never Night VIII nude o'er Ololon Oothoon Palamabron pity poem poetic Rahab Rintrah rock roll round Satan serpent shadow silent sleep smile song sons sorrow soul Spectre spirit stood sweet symbol tears terror Tharmas thee Thel Theotormon thine Thomas Dagworth thou thro thunders Tiriel tree trembling Ulro Urthona Vala vales verse virgin vision voice weeping wept wings words wrath youth
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Página 85 - 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?
Página 89 - I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I water'd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright; And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine, And into my garden stole When the night had...
Página 142 - 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.
Página 246 - Then I asked: does a firm perswasion that a thing is so, make it so?
Página 65 - My mother bore me in the southern wild, ,' And I am black, but O! my soul is white; White as an angel is the English child: ' But 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...
Página 84 - The SICK ROSE O Rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.
Página 74 - No, no, let us play, for it is yet day, And we cannot go to sleep ; Besides in the sky the little birds fly, And the hills are all cover'd with sheep. Well, well, go and play till the light fades away, And then go home to bed.
Página 79 - 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.
Página 70 - Sweet babe, in thy face Holy image I can trace ; Sweet babe, once like thee Thy Maker lay, and wept for me : Wept for me, for thee, for all, When He was an infant small. Thou His image ever see, Heavenly face that smiles on thee ! Smiles on thee, on me, on all, Who became an infant small ; Infant smiles are his own smiles ; Heaven and earth to peace beguiles.
Página 8 - Till I the prince of love beheld, Who in the sunny beams did glide! He showed me lilies for my hair, And blushing roses for my brow; He led me through his gardens fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow.