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.But if at the church they would give us some ale,And a pleasant fire our souls to regale,We'd sing and we'd pray all the live-long day,Nor ever once wish from the church to stray.Then the parson might preach, and drink, and sing,And we'd be as happy as birds in the spring;And modest Dame Lurch, who is always at church,Would not have bandy children, nor fasting, nor birch.And God, like a father rejoicing to seeHis children as pleasant and happy as he,Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel,But kiss him, and give him both drink and apparel.William Blakewww.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 84 LondonI wandered through each chartered street,Near where the chartered Thames does flow,A mark in every face I meet,Marks of weakness, marks of woe.In every cry of every man,In every infant's cry of fear,In every voice, in every ban,The mind-forged manacles I hear:How the chimney-sweeper's cryEvery blackening church appals,And the hapless soldier's sighRuns in blood down palace-walls.But most, through midnight streets I hearHow the youthful harlot's curseBlasts the new-born infant's tear,And blights with plagues the marriage-hearse.William Blakewww.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 85 Love and HarmonyLove and harmony combine,And round our souls entwineWhile thy branches mix with mine,And our roots together join.Joys upon our branches sit,Chirping loud and singing sweet;Like gentle streams beneath our feetInnocence and virtue meet.Thou the golden fruit dost bear,I am clad in flowers fair;Thy sweet boughs perfume the air,And the turtle buildeth there.There she sits and feeds her young,Sweet I hear her mournful song;And thy lovely leaves among,There is love, I hear his tongue.There his charming nest doth lay,There he sleeps the night away;There he sports along the day,And doth among our branches play.William Blakewww.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 86 Love's SecretNever seek to tell thy love,Love that never told can be;For the gentle wind does moveSilently, 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 as she was gone from me,A traveler came by,Silently, invisiblyHe took her with a sigh.William Blakewww.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 87 Mad SongThe wild winds weepAnd the night is a-cold;Come hither, Sleep,And my griefs infold:But lo! the morning peepsOver the eastern steeps,And the rustling birds of dawnThe earth do scorn.Lo! to the vaultOf paved heaven,With sorrow fraughtMy notes are driven:They strike the ear of night,Make weep the eyes of day;They make mad the roaring winds,And with tempests play.Like a fiend in a cloud,With howling woe,After night I do crowd,And with night will go;I turn my back to the east,From whence comforts have increas'd;For light doth seize my brainWith frantic pain.William Blakewww.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 88 Marriage of Heaven and Hell, TheThe Argument.Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air;Hungry clouds swag on the deepOnce meek, and in a perilous path,The just man kept his course alongThe vale of death.Roses are planted where thorns grow.And on the barren heathSing the honey bees.Then the perilous path was planted:And a river, and a springOn every cliff and tomb;And on the bleached bonesRed clay brought forth.Till the villain left the paths of ease,To walk in perilous paths, and driveThe just man into barren climes.Now the sneaking serpent walksIn mild humility.And the just man rages in the wildsWhere lions roam.Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air;Hungry clouds swag on the deep.____________________________________________PLATE 3As a new heaven is begun, and it is now thirty-three yearssince its advent: the Eternal Hell revives.And lo! Swedenborg isthe Angel sitting at the tomb; his writings are the linen clothesfolded up [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.But if at the church they would give us some ale,And a pleasant fire our souls to regale,We'd sing and we'd pray all the live-long day,Nor ever once wish from the church to stray.Then the parson might preach, and drink, and sing,And we'd be as happy as birds in the spring;And modest Dame Lurch, who is always at church,Would not have bandy children, nor fasting, nor birch.And God, like a father rejoicing to seeHis children as pleasant and happy as he,Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel,But kiss him, and give him both drink and apparel.William Blakewww.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 84 LondonI wandered through each chartered street,Near where the chartered Thames does flow,A mark in every face I meet,Marks of weakness, marks of woe.In every cry of every man,In every infant's cry of fear,In every voice, in every ban,The mind-forged manacles I hear:How the chimney-sweeper's cryEvery blackening church appals,And the hapless soldier's sighRuns in blood down palace-walls.But most, through midnight streets I hearHow the youthful harlot's curseBlasts the new-born infant's tear,And blights with plagues the marriage-hearse.William Blakewww.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 85 Love and HarmonyLove and harmony combine,And round our souls entwineWhile thy branches mix with mine,And our roots together join.Joys upon our branches sit,Chirping loud and singing sweet;Like gentle streams beneath our feetInnocence and virtue meet.Thou the golden fruit dost bear,I am clad in flowers fair;Thy sweet boughs perfume the air,And the turtle buildeth there.There she sits and feeds her young,Sweet I hear her mournful song;And thy lovely leaves among,There is love, I hear his tongue.There his charming nest doth lay,There he sleeps the night away;There he sports along the day,And doth among our branches play.William Blakewww.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 86 Love's SecretNever seek to tell thy love,Love that never told can be;For the gentle wind does moveSilently, 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 as she was gone from me,A traveler came by,Silently, invisiblyHe took her with a sigh.William Blakewww.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 87 Mad SongThe wild winds weepAnd the night is a-cold;Come hither, Sleep,And my griefs infold:But lo! the morning peepsOver the eastern steeps,And the rustling birds of dawnThe earth do scorn.Lo! to the vaultOf paved heaven,With sorrow fraughtMy notes are driven:They strike the ear of night,Make weep the eyes of day;They make mad the roaring winds,And with tempests play.Like a fiend in a cloud,With howling woe,After night I do crowd,And with night will go;I turn my back to the east,From whence comforts have increas'd;For light doth seize my brainWith frantic pain.William Blakewww.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 88 Marriage of Heaven and Hell, TheThe Argument.Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air;Hungry clouds swag on the deepOnce meek, and in a perilous path,The just man kept his course alongThe vale of death.Roses are planted where thorns grow.And on the barren heathSing the honey bees.Then the perilous path was planted:And a river, and a springOn every cliff and tomb;And on the bleached bonesRed clay brought forth.Till the villain left the paths of ease,To walk in perilous paths, and driveThe just man into barren climes.Now the sneaking serpent walksIn mild humility.And the just man rages in the wildsWhere lions roam.Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air;Hungry clouds swag on the deep.____________________________________________PLATE 3As a new heaven is begun, and it is now thirty-three yearssince its advent: the Eternal Hell revives.And lo! Swedenborg isthe Angel sitting at the tomb; his writings are the linen clothesfolded up [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]