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William Blake

The Caverns Of The Grave I’Ve Seen

The Caverns of the Grave I’ve seen, And these I show’d to England’s Queen. But now the Caves of Hell I view, Who shall I dare to show them to? What mighty soul i 362 n Beauty’s form Shall dauntless view the infernal storm? Egremont’s Countess can control The flames of Hell that round me roll; If she refuse, I ...

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To Thomas Butts

TO my friend Butts I write My first vision of light, On the yellow sands sitting. The sun was emitting His glorious beams From Heaven’s high streams. Over sea, over land, My eyes did expand Into regions of air, Away from all care; Into regions of fire, Remote from desire; The light of the morning Heaven’s mountains adorning: In particles ...

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When Klopstock England Defied

When Klopstock England defied, Uprose William Blake in his pride; For old Nobodaddy aloft . . . and belch’d and cough’d; Then swore a great oath that made Heaven quake, And call’d aloud to English Blake. Blake was giving his body ease, At Lambeth beneath the poplar trees. From his seat then started he And turn’d him round three times ...

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The Sky Is An Immortal Tent Built By The Sons Of Los

The sky is an immortal tent built by the Sons of Los: And every space that a man views around his dwelling-place Standing on his own roof or in his garden on a mount Of twenty-five cubits in height, such space is his universe: And on its verge the sun rises and sets, the clouds bow To meet the flat ...

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When My Mother Died I Was Very Young

When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry ‘Weep! weep! weep! weep!’ So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep. There’s little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head, That curled like a lamb’s back, was shaved; so I said, ‘Hush, Tom! never mind it, for, ...

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The Invocation

Daughters of Beulah! Muses who inspire the Poet’s Song, Record the journey of immortal Milton thro’ your realms Of terror and mild moony lustre, in soft Sexual delusions Of varièd beauty, to delight the wanderer, and repose His burning thirst and freezing hunger! Come into my hand, By your mild power descending down the nerves of my right arm From ...

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