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Post by glenn on Sept 22, 2006 16:04:12 GMT -6
LAUGHING SONG When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it; When the meadows laugh with lively green, And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene; When Mary and Susan and Emily With their sweet round mouths sing 'Ha ha he!' When the painted birds laugh in the shade, Where our table with cherries and nuts is spread: Come live, and be merry, and join with me, To sing the sweet chorus of 'Ha ha he!'
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Post by anirbas on Sept 23, 2006 23:01:03 GMT -6
hahahe i love blake's poetry!
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Post by DavidMc on Sept 24, 2006 11:59:52 GMT -6
William Blake is one of the greatest poets in the English Language, as well as being a brilliant engraver. Largely dismissed during his lifetime it was left for future generations to appreciate his genius. www.online-literature.com/blake/Image: Sepulcher. William Blake.
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Post by DavidMc on Sept 24, 2006 15:24:53 GMT -6
Love's Secret.
Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly.
I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart, Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears. Ah! she did depart!
Soon after she was gone from me, A traveller came by, Silently, invisibly: He took her with a sigh.
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Post by glenn on Sept 25, 2006 12:50:08 GMT -6
Thanks for the link, David.
Great poem, too!
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Post by glenn on Jun 15, 2011 15:57:11 GMT -6
A truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent.
~William Blake, "Auguries of Innocence"
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Post by glenn on Jul 6, 2011 15:40:57 GMT -6
He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sunrise. William Blake
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