 | W. Blake - 2000 - 384 halaman
...when the mortal eyes are clos'd, And cold and pale the limbs repos'd, The soul awakes; and, wond'ring, sees In her mild hand the golden Keys: 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! To dedicate to England's Queen... | |
 | Norman Ault - 2003 - 308 halaman
...JOHN BANNISTER TABB. < But are not able to kill the sour r I 'HE door of death is made of gold, Thai mortal eyes cannot behold; But, when the mortal eyes...wondering, sees In her mild hand the golden keys. WILLIAM BLAKE. * Ye are of more value than many sparrows' It 1 E who directs the sparrow's tender flight,... | |
 | William Blake, Louis Schiavonetti - 2003 - 108 halaman
...SHEE, ESQ. HENRY THOMSON, ESQ. HENRY TRESHAM, ESQ. London, July 1808. RH CROMEK. TO THE QUEEN. THE Door of Death is made of Gold, That Mortal Eyes cannot behold; But, when the Mortal Eyes are clos'd, And cold and pale the Limbs repos'd, The Soul awakes; and, wond'ring, sees In her mild Hand... | |
 | Kenneth Cragg - 2003 - 141 halaman
...other words, 'made flesh' again in mind and music. We can say, with William Blake (1757-1827), of this: The soul awakes, and wondering sees In her mild hand the golden keys. Or, with Robert Browning (1812-89) on 'the cup of cold water' (Matthew 10:42) given in Christ's name... | |
 | William Blake - 2004
...woe Is an Arrow from the Almighties Bow! Contents! Index! Previous poem Back ^ 17 To the Queen The Door of Death is made of Gold, That Mortal Eyes cannot behold; But, when the Mortal Eyes are clos'd, And cold and pale the Limbs repos'd, The Soul awakes; and, wond'ring, sees In her mild Hand... | |
 | William Blake - 2006 - 432 halaman
...Charlotte.' The vignette which was to have accompanied it Cromek, as we saw, returned on his hands : — The door of death is made of gold, That mortal eyes cannot behold But when the mortal eyes are clos'd, And cold and pale the limbs repos'd, The soul awakes, and, wond'riug, sees In her mild hand... | |
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The door of death is made of gold, That mortal eyes cannot behold ; But when the mortal eyes are closed, And cold and pale the limbs reposed, The soul awakes, and wondering sees In her mild hand the golden keys. 
