Category: Blake
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‘Jerusalem’ by William Blake (1757-1827)
I will not cease from Mental Fight Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand: Till we have built Jerusalem, In England’s green & pleasant Land
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‘The Sick Rose’ by William Blake (1757-1827)
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. Considering the Poem A rose, a worm, a night, a storm, a bed – a life destroyed: with these ideas, William…
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‘The Clod and the Pebble’ by William Blake (1757-1827)
“Love seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself has any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds a Heaven in Hell’s despair.” 4 So sung a little Clod of Clay Trodden with the cattle’s feet, But a Pebble of the brook Warbled out these metres meet: 8 “Love seeketh only self to…
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‘The Divine Image’ by William Blake (1757-1827)
To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love All pray in their distress; And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love Is God, our father dear, And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love Is Man, his child and care. For Mercy has a human heart, Pity a human face, And Love,…
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