William Blake · 56 pages
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“Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.”
“I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
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 my 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 veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree.
- A Poison Tree”
“I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
-A Poison Tree”
“Can I see anothers woe,
And not be in sorrow too.
Can I see anothers grief,
And not seek for kind relief.
- On Anothers Sorrow”
“For Mercy has a human heart
Pity, a human face:
And Love, the human form divine,
And Peace, the human dress.”
“Little Fly
Thy summers play,
My thoughtless hand
Has brush'd away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink & sing:
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength & breath:
And the want
Of thought is death;
Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die”
“Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.”
“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.
- The Sick Rose”
“How can the bird that is born for joy
Sit in a cage and sing?
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his youthful spring?”
“I wander through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow;
A 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-forged manacles I hear:
How the chimney-sweeper’s cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier’s sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
But most, through midnight streets I hear
How the youthful harlot’s curse
Blasts the new-born infant’s tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage-hearse.
- London”
“Can I see anothers woe,
And not be in sorrow too.
Can I see anothers grief,
And not seek for kind relief.
Can I see a falling tear.
And not feel my sorrows share,
Can a father see his child,
Weep, nor be with sorrow fill'd.
Can a mother sit and hear,
An infant groan, an infant fear-
No no never can it be,
Never, never can it be.
- On Anothers Sorrow”
“And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my brothers more?
I love you like the little bird
That picks up crumbs around the door.”
“A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said "I've a pretty rose tree,"
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.
Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.”
“The modest Rose puts forth a Thorn.
The humble Sheep a threat'ning Horn.
While the Lily white shall in love delight.
Nor a Thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.”
“Hear the voice of the Bard!
Who Present, Past, & Future sees
Whose ears have heard,
The Holy Word,
That walk'd among the ancient trees.
Calling the lapsed Soul
And weeping in the evening dew:
That might controll,
The starry pole;
And fallen fallen light renew!
O Earth O Earth return!
Arise from out the dewy grass;
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the slumberous mass.
Turn away no more:
Why wilt thou turn away
The starry floor
The watry shore
Is giv'n thee till the break of day.
- "Introduction to the Songs of Experience”
“A happy fly
If I live
Or if I die”
“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 chear,
Piper pipe that song again—
So I piped, he wept to hear.
Drop thy pipe thy happy pipe
Sing thy songs of happy chear,
So I sung the same again
While he wept with joy to hear
Piper sit thee down and write
In a book that all may read—
So he vanish'd from my sight.
And I pluck'd a hollow reed.
And I made a rural pen,
And I stain'd the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
- "Introduction to the Songs of Innocence”
“My mother groand! my father wept.
Into the dangerous world I leapt:
Helpless, naked, piping loud;
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
Struggling in my fathers hands:
Striving against my swaddling bands:
Bound and weary I thought best
To sulk upon my mothers breast.”
“Y todos deben amar a la forma humana,
Sean paganos, turcos o judíos;
Donde moran la Misericordia, el Amor
y la Piedad,
allí Dios también tiene su morada.”
“Aşk sırf Kendini memnun etmeye uğraşır,
Başkasını Kendi keyfine kurban eder:
Başkasının rahatının kaçmasından zevk alır,
Ve Cennete rağmen bir Cehennem kurar.”
“Yıldızlar mızraklarını aşağıya atınca,
Göğü sulayınca gözyaşlarıyla,
Güldü mü o, görünce eserini?
Kuzuyu yaratan mı yarattı seni?”
“Mümkün değil Düşüncenin kendisinden
Daha büyük bir şeyi tanıması”
“ПО ОБРАЗУ И ПОДОБИЮ
Сердце людское — в груди Бессердечья;
Зависть имеет лицо человечье;
Ужас родится с людскою статью;
Тайна рядится в людское платье.
Платье людское подобно железу,
Стать человечья — пламени горна,
Лик человечий — запечатанной печи,
А сердце людское — что голодное горло!”
“I’m not afraid of storms, for I’m learning how to sail my ship”
“Very sadly, Terry gave his thanks and walked to sit on a brown log. There”
“It was about acceptance, he thought. About realizing no one is perfect and no one can expect to change someone else. Which”
“Não sei se sou eu que vencerei as ilhas, ou elas que me vencerão a mim.”
“But I can now understand why people read, why they like to get lost in somebody else's life. Sometimes I'll read a sentence and it will make me sit up, jolt me, because it is something that I have recently felt but never said out loud. I want to reach into the page and tell the characters that I understand them, that they're not alone, that I'm not alone, that it's ok to feel like this. And then the lunch bell rings, the book closes, and I'm plunged back into reality.”
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