Daily Archives: November 15, 2015

The Grey Monk – William Blake

1 ‘I die, I die!’ the Mother said,  2 ‘My children die for lack of bread.  3 What more has the merciless Tyrant said?’  4 The Monk sat down on the stony bed.  5 The blood red ran from the … Continue reading

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To The Muses – William Blake

Whether on Ida’s shady brow,  Or in the chambers of the East,  The chambers of the sun, that now  From ancient melody have ceas’d;  Whether in Heav’n ye wander fair,  Or the green corners of the earth,  Or the blue … Continue reading

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