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| − | [To] Mr [John] Flaxman, Buckingham Street, | + | |
| − | Fitzroy Square, London
| + | [To] Mr[John] Flaxman, Buckingham Street, |
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| | + | Fitzroy Square |
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| | + | [Postmark: 2 o'clock 12 Sp. 1800] |
| | + | My Dearest Friend, |
| | + | It is to you I owe All my present Happiness It is to you I owe perhaps the Principal Happiness of my life. I have presumd on your friendship in staying so long away & not calling to know of your welfare but hope, now every thing is nearly completed for our removal [from]<to> Felpham, that I shall see you on Sunday as we have appointed Sunday afternoon to [ca]ll on M* Flaxman at Hempstead. I send you a few lines which I hope you will Excuse. And As the time is now arrivd when Men shall again converse in Heaven & walk with Angels I know you will be pleased with the Intention & hope you will forgive the Poetry. |
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| − | Felpham
| + | {{poemx1|To My Dearest Friend John Flaxman| |
| − | Septr. 21. . 1800 Sunday Morning
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| | + | I bless thee O Father of Heaven & Earth that ever I saw Flaxmans |
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| | + | Angels stand round my Spirit in Heaven. the blessed of Heaven are |
| | + | my friends upon Earth |
| | + | When Flaxman was taken to Italy. Fuseli was giv'n to me for a |
| | + | season |
| | + | And now Flaxman hath given me Hayley his friend to be mine such |
| | + | my lot upon Earth |
| | + | Now my lot in the Heavens is this; Milton lovd me in childhood & |
| | + | shewd me his face |
| | + | Ezra came with Isaiah the Prophet, but Shakespeare in riper years |
| | + | gave me his hand |
| | + | Paracelsus & Behmen appeard to me. terrors appeard in the Heavens |
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| | + | And in Hell beneath & a mighty & awful change threatend the |
| | + | Earth |
| | + | The American War began All its dark horrors passed before my |
| | + | face |
| | + | Across the Atlantic to France. Then the French Revolution |
| | + | commencd in thick clouds |
| | + | And My Angels have told me. that seeing such visions I could not |
| | + | subsist on the Earth |
| | + | But by my conjunction with Flaxman who knows to forgive Nervous |
| | + | Fear |
| | + | I remain for Ever Yours |
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| − | Dear Sculptor of Eternity
| + | |WILLIAM BLAKE}} |
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| − | We are safe arrived at our Cottage which is more beautiful than I thought it. & more convenient. It is a perfect Model for Cottages & I think for Palaces of Magnificence only Enlarging not altering its proportions & adding ornaments & not principals. Nothing can be more Grand than its Simplicity & Usefulness. Simple without Intricacy it seems to be the Spontaneous Effusion of Humanity congenial to the wants of Man. No other formed House can ever please me so well nor shall I ever be perswaded I believe that it can be improved either in Beauty or Use
| + | Be so kind as to Read & then Seal the Inclosed & send it on its much beloved Mission |
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| − | Mr Hayley recievd us with his usual brotherly affection. I have begun to work. Felpham is a sweet place for Study. because it is more Spiritual than London Heaven opens here on all sides her golden Gates her windows are not obstructed by vapours. . voices of Celestial inhabitants are more distinctly heard & their forms more distinctly seen & my Cottage is also a Shadow of their houses. My Wife & Sister are both well. courting Neptune for an Embrace
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| − | Our journey was very pleasant & tho we had a great deal of Luggage. No Grumbling all was Chearfulness & Good Humour on the Road & yet we could not arrive at our Cottage before half past Eleven at night. owing to the necessary shifting of our Luggage from one Chaise to another for we had Seven Different Chaises & as many different drivers We s[e]t out between Six & Seven in the Morning of Thursday. with Sixteen heavy boxes & portfolios full of prints. And Now Begins a New life. because another covering of Earth is shaken off. I am more famed in Heaven for my works than I could well concieve In my Brain are studies & Chambers filld with books & pictures of old which I wrote & painted in ages of Eternity. before my mortal life & whose works are the delight & Study of Archangels. Why then should I be anxious about the riches or fame of mortality. The Lord our father will do for us & with us according to his Divine will for our Good
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| − | You O Dear Flaxman are a Sublime Archangel My Friend & Companion from Eternity in the Divine bosom is our Dwelling place I look back into the regions of Reminiscence & behold our ancient days before this Earth appeard in its vegetated mortality to my mortal vegetated Eyes. I see our houses of Eternity which can never be separated tho our Mortal vehicles should stand at the remotest corners of heaven from Each other
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| − | Farewell My Best Friend Remember Me & My Wife in Love & Friendship to our Dear Mr Flaxman whom we ardently desire to Entertain beneath our thatched roof of rusted gold & believe me for ever to remain
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| − | Your Grateful & Affectionate
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| − | WILLIAM BLAKE
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http://www.blakearchive.org/exist/blake/archive/erdman.xq?id=b15.11
11 t
[To] Mr[John] Flaxman, Buckingham Street,
Fitzroy Square
[Postmark: 2 o'clock 12 Sp. 1800]
My Dearest Friend,
It is to you I owe All my present Happiness It is to you I owe perhaps the Principal Happiness of my life. I have presumd on your friendship in staying so long away & not calling to know of your welfare but hope, now every thing is nearly completed for our removal [from]<to> Felpham, that I shall see you on Sunday as we have appointed Sunday afternoon to [ca]ll on M* Flaxman at Hempstead. I send you a few lines which I hope you will Excuse. And As the time is now arrivd when Men shall again converse in Heaven & walk with Angels I know you will be pleased with the Intention & hope you will forgive the Poetry.
To My Dearest Friend John Flaxman
these lines
I bless thee O Father of Heaven & Earth that ever I saw Flaxmans
face
Angels stand round my Spirit in Heaven. the blessed of Heaven are
my friends upon Earth
When Flaxman was taken to Italy. Fuseli was giv'n to me for a
season
And now Flaxman hath given me Hayley his friend to be mine such
my lot upon Earth
Now my lot in the Heavens is this; Milton lovd me in childhood &
shewd me his face
Ezra came with Isaiah the Prophet, but Shakespeare in riper years
gave me his hand
Paracelsus & Behmen appeard to me. terrors appeard in the Heavens
above
[Begin Page 708]
And in Hell beneath & a mighty & awful change threatend the
Earth
The American War began All its dark horrors passed before my
face
Across the Atlantic to France. Then the French Revolution
commencd in thick clouds
And My Angels have told me. that seeing such visions I could not
subsist on the Earth
But by my conjunction with Flaxman who knows to forgive Nervous
Fear
I remain for Ever Yours
|
WILLIAM BLAKE
Be so kind as to Read & then Seal the Inclosed & send it on its much beloved Mission
