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 ...
But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not nor dance: They howl and writhe in shoals of torment, in ...
1.1 "What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song? 1.2 Or wisdom for a dance ...
O thou who passest thro' our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from ...
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'd With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady ...
To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the ...
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