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| 1071. | I Rose Up at the Dawn of Day by William Blake | | I rose up at the dawn of day--
`Get thee away! get thee away!
Pray'st thou for riches? Away! away!
This is the Throne of Mammon grey.'
Said I: T... |
| 1072. | The French Revolution (excerpt) by William Blake | | Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines
From his mountains; an odor of war, like a ripe vineyard... |
| 1073. | When Klopstock England Defied by William Blake | | When Klopstock England defied,
Uprose William Blake in his pride;
For old Nobodaddy aloft
. . . and belch'd and cough'd;
Then swore a great oath t... |
| 1074. | To Spring by William Blake | | O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
Thro' the clear windows of the morning, turn
Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
Which in full choir h... |
| 1075. | Piping Down the Valleys Wild by William Blake | | 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!'
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| 1076. | Intorduction to the Songs of Experience by William Blake | | Hear the voice of the Bard,
Who present, past, and future, sees;
Whose ears have heard
The Holy Word
That walked among the ancient tree;
Callin... |
| 1077. | My Spectre Around Me by William Blake | | My spectre around me night and day
Like a wild beast guards my way.
My emanation far within
Weeps incessantly for my sin.
A fathomless and bound... |
| 1078. | If It Is True What the Prophets Write by William Blake | | If it is true, what the Prophets write,
That the heathen gods are all stocks and stones,
Shall we, for the sake of being polite,
Feed them with the... |
| 1079. | Preludium to America by William Blake | | The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc,
When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode:
His food she brought in iron ba... |
| 1080. | An Imitation of Spenser by William Blake | | Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening,
Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light,
Thy bright torch of love; Thy radiant crown
Put on, and smi... |
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