William Blake

O thou who passest through our valleys in
Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat
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O thou who passest through our valleys in
Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat
That flames from their large nostrils! Thou, O Summer,
Oft pitchest here thy golden tent, and oft
Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld
With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.

Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache; do be my enemy - for friendship's sake. -William Blake.

Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache; do be my enemy - for friendship's sake. -William Blake.

The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.

The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath die end.
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I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath die end.
I was angry with my foe;
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

Since all the riches of this world
May be gifts from the devil and earthly kings,
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Since all the riches of this world
May be gifts from the devil and earthly kings,
I should suspect that I worshipped the devil
If I thanked my God for worldly things.