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Is this a holy thing to see In a rich and fruitful land. Babes reduc’d to misery, Fed with cold and usurous hand ? Is that trembling cry a song ? Can it be a song of joy? And so…
Dear Mother, dear Mother, the Church is cold, But the Ale-house is healthy & pleasant & warm; Besides I can tell where I am use’d well, Such usage in heaven will never do well. But if at the Church they…
“Love seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds a Heaven in Hell’s despair.” So sung a little Clod of Clay Trodden with the cattle’s feet, But a Pebble…
All the night in woe Lyca’s parents go Over valleys deep, While the deserts weep. Tired and woe-begone, Hoarse with making moan, Arm in arm, seven days They traced the desert ways. Seven nights they sleep Among shadows deep, And…
In futurity I prophetic see That the earth from sleep (Grave the sentence deep) Shall arise and seek For her Maker meek; And the desert wild Become a garden mild. In the southern clime, Where the summer’s prime Never fades…
Tyger Tyger, 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…
Little fly, Thy summer’s play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me? For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my…
Earth rais’d up her head, From the darkness dread & drear. Her light fled: Stony dread! And her locks cover’d with grey despair. Prison’d on watry shore Starry Jealousy does keep my den Cold and hoar Weeping o’er I hear…
Hear the voice of the Bard! Who Present, Past, & Future sees Whose ears have heard, The Holy Word, That walk’d among the ancient trees. Calling the lapsed Soul And weeping in the evening dew: That might controll, The starry…
The little boy lost in the lonely fen, Led by the wand’ring light, Began to cry, but God ever nigh, Appeard like his father in white. He kissed the child & by the hand led And to his mother brought,…