Maxioms by William Blake
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
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When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.
One thought fills immensity.
One thought fills immensity.
A truth that's told with bad intent Beats all the lies you can invent.
A truth that's told with bad intent Beats all the lies you can invent.
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.
