To Summer (William Blake Poems)
O thou who passest thro' our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from ...
O thou who passest thro' our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from ...
In futurity I prophesy see. That the earth from sleep. (Grave the sentence deep) Shall arise and seek For her ...
My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white. White as ...
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