Poetical Sketches by William Blake: Now First Reprinted from the Original Edition of 1783Basil Montagu Pickering, 1868 - 96 pages |
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ambition angel arms BASIL MONTAGU battle beam Beneath BISHOP Black Prince Blake Blind-man's blood bosom brave breast breath brow CLARENCE clouds cries dance death dost doth DUKE OF CLARENCE Earl of Warwick earth Eleanor England Exeunt eyes fair fathers Fcap fear fields of Cressy fight fire flower fruit glorious glory Gordred gore groan Gwin hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hills holy feet Israel's KING EDWARD KING OF NORWAY land laugh light lion Lord Audley Lord Percy mighty morning Nazarite night noble o'er Philistines poems POETICAL SKETCHES Prepare Prince QUEEN PHILIPPA roaring round shining shore silent silver sing Sir John Chandos Sir Thomas Dagworth SIR WALTER sleep smile soldiers song sorrow soul spear stars stretch sweet sword tear tell Tennyson thee thine thou art thro voice walk WALTER MANNY weep WILLIAM WILLIAM BLAKE winds wings youth
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Page xi - TO THE EVENING STAR Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed! Smile on our loves, and, while thou drawest the Blue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dew On every flower that shuts its sweet 'eyes In timely sleep. Let thy west wind sleep on The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes, And wash the dusk with silver. Soon, full soon, Dost thou withdraw; then the...
Page 26 - ... shepherd stops his grateful song To hear the music of an angel's tongue. So when she speaks, the voice of Heaven I hear: So when we walk, nothing impure comes near; Each field seems Eden, and each calm retreat; Each village seems the haunt of holy feet. But that sweet village, where my black-ey'd maid Closes her eyes in sleep beneath night's shade, Whene'er I enter, more than mortal fire Burns in my soul, and does my song inspire.
Page 28 - I'll lie, as cold as clay : True love doth pass away ! CXXXIIL TO THE MUSES. WHETHER on Ida's shady brow, Or in the chambers of the East, The chambers of the sun, that now From ancient melody have ceased ; Whether in heaven ye wander fair, Or the green corners of the earth, Or the blue regions of the air Where the melodious winds have birth ; Whether on crystal rocks ye rove, Beneath the bosom of the sea, Wandering in many a coral grove ; Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry ; How have you left the ancient...
Page 16 - He led me through his gardens fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fired my vocal rage; He caught me in his silken net, And shut me in his golden cage. He loves to sit and hear me sing; Then, laughing, sports and plays with me; Then stretches out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty.
Page 5 - Spring": 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 hails thy approach, O Spring! The hills tell each other, and the list'ning...
Page 22 - Song Memory, hither come, And tune your merry notes : And, while upon the wind Your music floats, I'll pore upon the stream £ Where sighing lovers dream, And fish for fancies as they pass Within the watery glass.
Page 16 - How sweet I roamed from field to field And tasted all the summer's pride, Till I the prince of love beheld, Who in the sunny beams did glide!
Page 17 - By love are driven away; And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave: Such end true lovers have. His face is fair as heaven When springing buds unfold; Oh, why to him was't given, Whose heart is wintry cold?
Page 8 - O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe; And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Page 10 - Angel of the Evening, •* Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love — thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed ! Smile on our loves ; and, while thou drawest the Blue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dew On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes In timely sleep. Let thy west wind sleep on The lake ; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes, And wash the dusk with silver. Soon, full soon, Dost thou withdraw ; then the wolf rages wide, And the...