Maxioms by William Blake
This life's dim windows of the soul. Distorts the heavens from pole to pole. And leads you to believe a read more
This life's dim windows of the soul. Distorts the heavens from pole to pole. And leads you to believe a lie when you see with, not through, the eye.
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.
The grave is Heaven's golden gate,
And rich and poor around it wait;
O Shepherdess of England's read more
The grave is Heaven's golden gate,
And rich and poor around it wait;
O Shepherdess of England's fold,
Behold this gate of pearl and gold!
- William Blake,
Excess of sorrow laughs, excess of joy weeps.
Excess of sorrow laughs, excess of joy weeps.
No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.
