Category Archives: William Blake

28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827
London

Poem – Several Questions Answered

What is it men in women do require? The lineaments of Gratified Desire. What is it women do in men require? The lineaments of Gratified Desire. The look of love alarms Because ’tis fill’d with fire; But the look of … Continue reading

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Poem – Samson

Samson, the strongest of the children of men, I sing; how he was foiled by woman’s arts, by a false wife brought to the gates of death! O Truth! that shinest with propitious beams, turning our earthly night to heavenly … Continue reading

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Poem – Love’s Secret

Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind does move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart; Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears, Ah! … Continue reading

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Poem – The Garden of Love

I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen; A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut And ‘Thou shalt … Continue reading

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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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To Winter – William Blake

O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:  The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark  Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs,  Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.’  He hears me not, but o’er the yawning deep  Rides … Continue reading

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