William Blake

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.

O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
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O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou mayest rest
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.

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.

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.

I have mental joys and mental health,
Mental friends and mental wealth,
I've a wife that I read more

I have mental joys and mental health,
Mental friends and mental wealth,
I've a wife that I love and that loves me;
I've all but riches bodily.