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| | * [[:w:en:Ah! Sun-Flower|Ah! Sun-Flower]] | | * [[:w:en:Ah! Sun-Flower|Ah! Sun-Flower]] |
| | * [[:Commons:Category:Songs of Experience - My Pretty Rose Tree|Songs of Experience - "My Pretty Rose Tree" & "Ah! Sun-Flower" on "Commons"]] | | * [[:Commons:Category:Songs of Experience - My Pretty Rose Tree|Songs of Experience - "My Pretty Rose Tree" & "Ah! Sun-Flower" on "Commons"]] |
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| − | ''[[Songs of Experience]]by [[William Blake]], 1794''
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| − | ''' The LILLY t '''
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| − | I went to the Garden of Love,
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| − | And saw what I never had seen: t
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| − | A Chapel was built in the midst, t
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| − | Where I used to play on the green.
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| − | And the gates of this Chapel were shut, t 5
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| − | And Thou shalt not. writ over the door;
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| − | So I turn'd to the Garden of Love, t
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| − | That so many sweet flowers bore.
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| − | And I saw it was filled with graves,
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| − | And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,
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| − | And binding with briars, my joys & desires.
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| − | ;[[Introduction]] / [[Вступление]]
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| − | ; [[Songs of Innocence]] by [[William Blake]], 1789/ [[Песни невинности]] [[Уильям Блейк|Уильяма Блейка]], 1789
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| − | * [[Вступление. Песни невинности (Блейк/Маршак)]]
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| − | * [[Вступление. Песни невинности (Блейк/Смирнов)]]
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| − | * [[Комментарий к Блейку/Песни невинности/Вступление]]
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| − | * [[:Commons:Category:Songs of Innocence - Introduction|Songs of Innocence - Introduction on "Commons"]]
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| − | ; [[Songs of Experience]]by [[William Blake]], 1794 / [[Песни опыта]] [[Уильям Блейк|Уильяма Блейка]], 1794
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| − | * [[Вступление (Песни опыта — Блейк/Смирнов)]]
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| − | * [[Комментарий к Блейку/Песни опыта/Вступление]]
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| − | * [[:w:en:Introduction (Blake, 1794)|Introduction (Blake, 1794)]]
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| − | * [[:Commons:Category:Songs of Experience - Introduction|Songs of Experience - Introduction on "Commons"]]
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| − | [ SONGS 45 ]
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| − | [Begin Page 28]
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| − | [ SONGS 48 ]
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| − | INFANT SORROW t
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| − | My mother groand! my father wept.
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| − | Into the dangerous world I leapt:
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| − | Helpless, naked, piping loud;
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| − | Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
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| − | Struggling in my fathers bands: 5
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| − | Striving against my swadling bands:
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| − | Bound and weary I thought best
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| − | To sulk upon my mothers breast.
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| − | [ SONGS 49 ]
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| − | A POISON TREE. t
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| − | I was angry with my friend;
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| − | I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
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| − | I was angry with my foe:
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| − | I told it not, my wrath did grow.
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| − | And I waterd it in fears, 5
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| − | Night & morning with my tears:
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| − | And I sunned it with smiles,
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| − | And with soft deceitful wiles.
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| − | And it grew both day and night.
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| − | Till it bore an apple bright. 10
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| − | And my foe beheld it shine,
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| − | And he knew that it was mine.
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| − | And into my garden stole,
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| − | When the night had veild the pole;
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| − | My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.
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| − | To Tirzah t
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| − | Whate'er is Born of Mortal Birth,
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| − | Must be consumed with the Earth
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| − | To rise from Generation free;
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| − | Then what have I to do with thee?
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| − | The Sexes sprung from Shame & Pride 5
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| − | Blow'd in the morn: in evening died
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| − | But Mercy changd Death into Sleep;
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| − | The Sexes rose to work & weep.
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| − | Thou Mother of my Mortal part.
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| − | With cruelty didst mould my Heart. 10
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| − | And with false self-decieving tears,
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| − | Didst bind my Nostrils Eyes & Ears.
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| − | Didst close my Tongue in senseless clay
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| − | And me to Mortal Life betray:
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| − | The Death of Jesus set me free, 15
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| − | Then what have I to do with thee?
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| − | illustration from Songs, plate 52
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| − | It is Raised / a Spiritual Body
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| − | [ SONGS 53 ]
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| − | The School Boy
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| − | I love to rise in a summer morn,
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| − | When the birds sing on every tree;
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| − | The distant huntsman winds his horn,
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| − | But to go to school in a summer morn,
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| − | O! it drives all joy away;
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| − | Under a cruel eye outworn,
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| − | In sighing and dismay. 10
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| − | Ah! then at times I drooping sit,
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| − | Nor in my book can I take delight,
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| − | Nor sit in learnings bower,
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| − | How can the bird that is born for joy,
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| − | How can a child when fears annoy,
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| − | O! father & mother, if buds are nip'd,
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| − | And blossoms blown away,
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| − | And if the tender plants are strip'd
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| − | Of their joy in the springing day,
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| − | How shall the summer arise in joy.
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| − | Or the summer fruits appear,
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| − | Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy
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| − | Or bless the mellowing year,
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| − | {{nr|30}} When the blasts of winter appear.
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| − | The Voice of the Ancient Bard.
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| − | Youth of delight come hither:
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| − | And see the opening morn,
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| − | Image of truth new born.
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| − | Doubt is fled & clouds of reason.
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| − | {{nr|5}} Dark disputes & artful teazing.
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| − | Folly is an endless maze,
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| − | Tangled roots perplex her ways,
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| − | How many have fallen there!
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| − | They stumble all night over bones of the dead,
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