One of the great English Romantic poets, William Blake (1757-1827) was an artist, poet, mystic and visionary. His work ranges from the deceptively ...
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Jun 11, 2008
Evil_Dead_Junkie
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Blake is my favorite poet, and thus picking this up for a dollar at the Friends Of The Library sale was seven kinds of sweet.
I'm not a huge Poetry person, mostly because I have much use for an art form that (in modern poetry at least) is designed to conceal it's meaning. That's why I like the Romantics, they're not afraid to say it. And what they lose in subtlety they more then make up for in sheer language.
Plus the subject matter is always much more interesting in Roma More...
I'm not a huge Poetry person, mostly because I have much use for an art form that (in modern poetry at least) is designed to conceal it's meaning. That's why I like the Romantics, they're not afraid to say it. And what they lose in subtlety they more then make up for in sheer language.
Plus the subject matter is always much more interesting in Roma More...
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Jul 06, 2010
Noah
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I doubt I will ever have read Blake enough (and this nice, thick book in particular) to ever be able to say that I have fully "read" him. Blake is like nothing I have ever read, nor could I describe the experience I have reading him to that of any other poet. It seems at times I'm reading a myth instead of a Romantic poet (which, perhaps, would make him happy to hear). Fun wouldn't be the word...maybe captivated? Overtaken? Fascinated to momentary fulfillment? Well, at least as m
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Dec 22, 2010
I heard an Angel singing
When the day was springing,
'Mercy, Pity, Peace
Is the world's release.'
Thus he sung all day
Over the new mown hay,
Till the sun went down
And haycocks looked brown.
I heard a Devil curse
Over the heath and the furze,
'Mercy could be no more,
If there was nobody poor,
And pity no more could be,
If all were as happy as we.'
At his curse the sun went down,
And the heavens gave a frown.
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When the day was springing,
'Mercy, Pity, Peace
Is the world's release.'
Thus he sung all day
Over the new mown hay,
Till the sun went down
And haycocks looked brown.
I heard a Devil curse
Over the heath and the furze,
'Mercy could be no more,
If there was nobody poor,
And pity no more could be,
If all were as happy as we.'
At his curse the sun went down,
And the heavens gave a frown.
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Aug 23, 2011
Steven
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I myself enjoy writing poetry, and although I have a passion for it, many poets do not appeal to me. William Blake is onec of those poets that certainly does. Many poetry authors tend to make their creative writing too complex, and often so subversive that it is difficult to grasp what they are trying to say. William Blake doesn't. His poems are extremely simple to read (so simple that they could almost be recognised as nursery rhymes), easy to understand, yet at the same time have a deep meanin
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Jun 12, 2009
Gideon
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Must have for anyone who is curious about what infinity in a grain of sand means.
Dec 17, 2009
Anshul
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If thought is life and strength and breath
And the want of thought is death
Then am I a happy fly
If I live
Or if I die
It is not every day that you find such gems.
And the want of thought is death
Then am I a happy fly
If I live
Or if I die
It is not every day that you find such gems.
Sep 19, 2007
Non
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my favorite poet. spend days delving into the subcontext of his works and you'll never see religious texts the same again.
Dec 05, 2007
Frank
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"The mind that alters, alters all." Nobody pegged today's young people better then old Billy Blake.
Jun 24, 2009
Hagar
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well, my edition is not a penguin one..it's an old rare one...but so lovely! :) Preface by Sampson
Nov 23, 2008
Noran
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my copy was from the 1800's--when I was a teen. wish i still had it-gave it away as a gift.
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