The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.
William BlakeChildren of the future age
Reading this indignant page
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime
I have no name
I am but two days old.-
What shall I call thee?
I happy am
Joy is my name,-
Sweet joy befell thee!
Pretty joy!
Sweet joy but two days old.
Sweet joy I call thee:
Thou dost smile.
I sing the while
Sweet joy befell thee.
- "Infant Joy
The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.
William BlakeLa Eternidad está enamorada de las obras del tiempo.
William BlakeThe busy bee has no time for sorrow.
William BlakeThe road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom...You never know what is enough until you know what is more than enough.
William BlakeThe stars are threshed, and the souls are threshed from their husks.
William BlakeThou art a man
God is no more
Thy own humanity
Learn to adore
Stichwörter: inspirational spiritual
Every harlot was a virgin once
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