Spirit News Blog - William Blake
2007-01-01 04:07
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Tejvan Pettinger
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Poetry,
William Blake
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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.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
By: William Blake
2006-12-19 05:06
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Tejvan Pettinger
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Poetry,
William Blake
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The modest Rose puts forth a thorn, The humble sheep a threat'ning horn: While the Lily white shall in love delight, Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.
By: Wiliam Blake
2006-10-19 17:08
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Tejvan Pettinger
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William Blake
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Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
By: William Blake
From Songs of Experience
Photo by Ranji Sri Chinmoy Centre Galleries
Full poem "The Tyger" by Blake
