America, A Prophecy (William Blake Poems)
The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc,When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode:His food she ...
The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc,When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode:His food she ...
Prepare, prepare the iron helm of war,Bring forth the lots, cast in the spacious orb;Th' Angel of Fate turns them ...
But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not nor dance:They howl and writhe in shoals of torment, in fierce ...
1. Earth was not: nor globes of attraction The will of the Immortal expanded Or contracted his all flexible senses. ...
The nameless shadowy female rose from out the breast of Orc, Her snaky hair brandishing in the winds of Enitharmon; ...
1. The voice ended, they saw his pale visage Emerge from the darkness; his hand On the rock of eternity ...
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc, When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode: His ...
But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not nor dance: They howl and writhe in shoals of torment, in ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
The bell struck one, and shook the silent tower; The graves give up their dead: fair Elenor Walk'd by the ...
England! awake! awake! awake! Jerusalem thy Sister calls! Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death And close her from ...
England! awake! awake! awake! Jerusalem thy Sister calls! Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death And close her from ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
Whate'er is Born of Mortal Birth, Must be consumed with the Earth To rise from Generation free: Then what have ...
Little Fly Thy summers play, My thoughtless hand Has brush'd away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art ...
A little black thing among the snow: Crying weep, weep, in notes of woe! Where are thy father & mother? ...
To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the ...
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