William Blake

If a thing loves, it is infinite.

If a thing loves, it is infinite.

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.

The fool who persists in his folly will become wise.

The fool who persists in his folly will become wise.

O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
The north is thine; there hast thou build thy dark,
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O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
The north is thine; there hast thou build thy dark,
Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs,
Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.