Maxioms by William Blake
He who binds to himself a joy doth the winged life destroy. But he who kisses the joy as it read more
He who binds to himself a joy doth the winged life destroy. But he who kisses the joy as it flies lives in Eternity's sunrise.
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.
He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.
He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.
