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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 wing…
William Blake
And well contrived words, firm fixing, never forgotten,
William Blake • Jerusalem. The Emanation of the Giant Albion/Plate 12 - Wikisource, the free online library
That Enthusiasm and Life may not cease: arise Spectre arise!
William Blake • Jerusalem. The Emanation of the Giant Albion/Plate 9 - Wikisource, the free online library
William Blake's Dark Vision Of London
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Can’t ever get this image out of my head…
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12 “Though wickedness is sweet in their mouth, though they hide it under their tongues, 13 though they are loath to let it go, and hold it in their mouths, 14 yet their food is turned in their stomachs; it is the venom of asps within them. 15 They swallow down riches and vomit them up again; God casts them out of their bellies. 16 They will suck th
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