William Blake, Poet and MysticChapman & Hall, Limited, 1914 - 420 páginas |
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... illustrator of the Homeric poems , who revived the fine and simple outlines of ancient Greek art ; Stothard , then a very fashionable painter , and Fuseli the engraver . These three were all to play a prominent part in Blake's life ...
... illustrator of the Homeric poems , who revived the fine and simple outlines of ancient Greek art ; Stothard , then a very fashionable painter , and Fuseli the engraver . These three were all to play a prominent part in Blake's life ...
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... illustrations for David Simple and for Bürger's Lenore ; Nebuchad- nezzar , The Lazar House , The Creation of Adam ... illustrated one page of the book , covering the very large margin , and surrounded , in the original , by a red border ...
... illustrations for David Simple and for Bürger's Lenore ; Nebuchad- nezzar , The Lazar House , The Creation of Adam ... illustrated one page of the book , covering the very large margin , and surrounded , in the original , by a red border ...
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... illustrations to Blair's Grave and those to the Book of Job , issued in 1808 and 1825 respectively . The illustrations to the Grave comprise twelve designs , most of them mystical . Some are severe and solemn , like that of The King ...
... illustrations to Blair's Grave and those to the Book of Job , issued in 1808 and 1825 respectively . The illustrations to the Grave comprise twelve designs , most of them mystical . Some are severe and solemn , like that of The King ...
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... by the supernatural radiance of a vision at once more brilliant and more intellectual . More remarkable still are the illustrations to the Book of Job . These are twenty in number , and each represents an HIS LIFE 35.
... by the supernatural radiance of a vision at once more brilliant and more intellectual . More remarkable still are the illustrations to the Book of Job . These are twenty in number , and each represents an HIS LIFE 35.
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... illustrations calls for description ; and no description can give a clear idea of the intensity of vision , the solemn grandeur of feeling , which pervade the whole series and make it perhaps the only collection of illustrations really ...
... illustrations calls for description ; and no description can give a clear idea of the intensity of vision , the solemn grandeur of feeling , which pervade the whole series and make it perhaps the only collection of illustrations really ...
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¹ Jerusalem Ahania angels artist beauty become body Boehme Book of Job Book of Urizen called child Christ cloud created creation Daughters of Albion death desires Divine doctrine dreams earth Emanation engraved Enion Enitharmon eternal existence expression eyes feeling Felpham flowers French Revolution genius give happy Heaven and Hell human ideas illustrations imagination infinite inspiration invisible Jerusalem Lamb lamentations laws light live logical London Luvah man's Marriage of Heaven material Milton mind moral mysterious mysticism never Night VII obscure Oothoon Palamabron passion pity poems poet poet's Poetical Sketches poetry Prophetic Books reason Satan sense sleep smile Songs of Experience Songs of Innocence sorrow soul Spectre spirit Swedenborg sweet symbol symbolised Tharmas thee Thel things thou thought universe Urizen Urthona Vala visible vision W. B. Yeats weep whole William Blake woman words writings Zoas
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Página 288 - 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 : ' So I piped ; he wept to hear.
Página 372 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity; Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal Mind, — • Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Página 251 - Tyger! Tyger! 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?
Página 250 - 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?
Página 298 - SONG WHEN the voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast And everything else is still. 'Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down And the dews of night arise; Come, come, leave off play, and let us away Till the morning appears in the skies.
Página 312 - AH! SUN-FLOWER Ah Sun-flower! weary of time, Who countest the steps of the Sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done: Where the Youth pined away with desire, And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow, Arise from their graves and aspire Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.
Página 301 - Can a mother sit and hear An infant groan an infant fear? No, no never can it be, Never, never can it be. And can He who smiles on all Hear the wren with sorrows small, Hear the small bird's grief and care, Hear the woes that infants...
Página 245 - By love are driv'n away; And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave; Such end true lovers have. His face is fair as heav'n When springing buds unfold; O why to him was't giv'n Whose heart is wintry cold?
Página 155 - What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a Song? Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price Of all that a man hath, his house, his wife, his children. Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy, And in the wither'd field where the farmer plows for bread in vain.
Página 311 - I wander thro' each charter'd street Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man, In every Infant's cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear: How the Chimney-sweeper's cry Every black'ning Church appalls, And the hapless Soldier's sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls; But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlot's curse Blasts the new born Infant's tear.