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Allan Cunningham angel of Providence another's arm'd babe is born BASIL MONTAGU PICKERING beauty beguiles birds black black cloud blossoms bore bright Charles Lamb child Cloth deep desert wild devil Dost dread echoing green edition Engraved Title eyes face fairy skipp'd Fcap fear fearful symmetry fill'd fled flower Frontispiece and Engraved frowning garden of Love gold golden grave grief hand happy heaven holy HOLY THURSDAY human dress infant small Innocence and Experience kiss Land of Dreams laugh LITTLE BOY LOST Little lamb Long John Brown Lyca Lyrical Ballads maiden mercy Merrily merry mild morning never o'er pale peace pipe pity pleasant poor Portrait and Engraved pretty rose-tree round shine sigh sing SONGS OF EXPERIENCE Songs of Innocence sorrow soul Sweet joy sweet love Sweet smiles tears tender Tennyson thine thou tigers tree trembling uncut wandering wept William Blake William Bond Wordsworth youth
Halaman 8 - I'll tell thee: He is called by thy name, For He calls Himself a Lamb. He is meek, and He is mild; He became a little child. I a child, and thou a lamb, We are called by His name. Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Halaman 65 - I wander thro' each charter'd street Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man, In every Infant's cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear: How the Chimney-sweeper's cry Every black'ning Church appalls, And the hapless Soldier's sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls; But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlot's curse Blasts the new born Infant's tear.
Halaman 3 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me : — ' Pipe a song about a lamb :
Halaman 50 - I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this chapel were shut, And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door; So I turned to the Garden of Love, That so many sweet flowers bore.
Halaman 7 - Softest clothing, woolly, bright ; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little lamb, who made thee ? Dost thou know who made thee ? Little...
Halaman 53 - TIGER, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry ? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes ? On what wings dare he aspire ? What the hand dare seize the fire ? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Halaman 54 - Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Halaman 20 - Thames waters flow. O what a multitude they seemed, these flowers of London town! Seated in companies they sit, with radiance all their own. The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs, Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands. Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song, Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among: Beneath them sit the aged men, wise guardians of the poor. Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.