But in the Wine-presses the Human Grapes Sing not nor Dance (William Blake Poems)
But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not nor dance:They howl and writhe in shoals of torment, in fierce ...
But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not nor dance:They howl and writhe in shoals of torment, in fierce ...
Nymph, nymph, what are your beads?Green glass, goblin. Why do you stare at them?Give them me. No.Give them me. Give them ...
Daughter of Liberty! whose knife So busy chops the threads of life,And frees from cumbrous clay the spirit; Ah! why alone shall ...
ARMING down along the stream, Along the sparkling water,And past the pool where lilies gleam, There comes the squatter's daughter.Her eyes are ...
The scream of the tern in the roar of the watersWill sound when the tumult of nature is o'er;When the ...
My mother looks at me with bloodiedeyes, out of a cloud;Daughter, bind up my wounds.Her gray head is bowed.Amid the ...
May each new Year some new Perfection give,Till all the Mother in the Daughter live!May'st Thou her Virtues to the ...
I.We sate down and wept by the waters Of Babel, and thought of the dayWhen our foe, in the hue of ...
'Where am I from?' From the green hills of Erin. 'Have I no song then?' My songs are all sung. ...
In the days that are gone, by this sweet-flowing water, Two lovers reclined in the shade of a tree;She was the ...
In token of the love which thou hast ...
Ragam : bangALaThalam : dEshAdiPallavi :GirirAjasutA tanaya sadayaAnupallavi :SuranATha mukhArcita pAdayuga! paripAlayamAm ibharAjamukha!Charanam :GananATha ! parAtpara ! sankarAgama vArinidhi rajanIkara ...
In the town where I was born lived a woman and her daughter, whowalked in their sleep.One night, while silence ...
Shh! on a twine hung from disastered treesHenry is swinging his daughter. They seem drunk.Over across them look out,tranquil, the ...
You are the daughter of the sea, oregano's first cousin.Swimmer, your body is pure as the water;cook, your blood is ...
It's buried at a distance, on my insistence, buried.Weather's severe there, which it will not mind.I miss it.O happies before ...
Henry of Donnybrook bred like a pig,bred when he was brittle, bred when big,how he's sweating to support them.Which birthday ...
(Written in her fifteenth year.)On the brow of Gilboa is war's bloody stain,The pride and the beauty of Israel is ...
Having so rich a treasurey, so fine a hordOf beauty water-bright before my eyes,I plucked the daisy only, simple and ...
Wanting for their young limbs praise,Their thighs, hips, and saintly breasts,They grow from awkwardness to delight,Their mouths made perfect with ...
The sun shines fair on Tweedside, the river flowing bright,Your heart is full of pleasure, your eyes are full of ...
OF THE BARONESSD' H------, TO HER TWO DAUGHTERS.BRIGHT nymphs, of NEWA'S banks the pride, Receive, before we part,For you, and your ...
HAPPY art thou, darling insect,Who, upon the trees' tall branches,By a modest draught inspired,Singing, like a monarch livest!Thou possessest as ...
The sun rises in south east corner of thingsTo look on the tall house of the ShinFor they have a ...
A grace that was lent for a very few hours,By the bountiful Spirit above us;She sleeps like a flower in ...
SWEPT by the hot wind, stark, untrackable,The stony desert stretches to the sky.Deep-printed shadows at the tent-door lie,And camels slumber ...
Come touch me baby in his waking dreamdisordered Henry murmured. I'll read you Hegeland that will hurt your mindI can't ...
Daughter to that good Earl, once PresidentOf Englands Counsel, and her Treasury,Who liv'd in both, unstain'd with gold or fee,And ...
Tender caresses of kind little sistersAre ready for you.With the birds' songs, O the charmed prince,We're waiting for you.Branch drunk ...
Blacksmith Green had three strong sons, With bread and beef did fill 'em,Now John and Ned are perished and dead, But plenty ...
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