Maxioms by William Blake
The weak in courage is strong in cunning.
The weak in courage is strong in cunning.
I rose up at the dawn of day,--
"Get thee away! get thee away!
Pray'st thou for read more
I rose up at the dawn of day,--
"Get thee away! get thee away!
Pray'st thou for riches? Away, away!
This is the throne of Mammon grey."
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.
If a thing loves, it is infinite.
If a thing loves, it is infinite.
