CMP 2850
Keats La Belle Dame Sans Merci
Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake And no birds sing!
Blake "Introduction to the Songs of Innocence"
And I made a rural pen, and I stained the water clear
Blake "Introduction to the Songs of Innocence"
And I wrote my happy songs. Every child may joy to hear.
Blake- The chimney sweeper (songs of experience)
And are gone to praise God & his Priest & King, Who make up a heaven of our misery
Blake- The chimney sweeper (songs of experience)
And because I am happy, ,& dance & sing, They think they have done me no injury
Blake - The Chimney Sweeper
And by came an Angel who had a bright key, and he opened the coffins & set them all free
Wordsworth- Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey
And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body,
Blake - The Chimney Sweeper
And got with our bags & our brushes to work. Tho' the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm; So if all do their duty, they need not to fear harm
Blake - London
And mark in every face I meet, Marks of weakness, marks of woe
Wordsworth- Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey
And passing even into my purere mind, With tranquil restoration:-feelings too Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence
Blake - London
And the hapless Soldier's sigh, Runs in blood down Palace walls
Blake, The Little Black Boy
And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair, and be like him, and he will then love me
Keats
And there she lulled me asleep, And there I dreamed, ah woe betide! The latest dream I ever dreamt On the cold hill's side
Keats
And this is why I sojourn here, Alone and palely loitering; Tough the sedge withered from the lake And no birds sing
Blake, The Little Black Boy
And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love,
Blake, "The Tyger", from Songs of Experience, 1794
And what shoulder, & what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
Blake, "The Tyger", from Songs of Experience, 1794
And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? & what dread feet?
Wordsworth- Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey
Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves 'Mid groves and copses. once again i see These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines
Wordsworth- Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey
As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them
Blake- The chimney sweeper (songs of experience)
Because I was happy upon the heath, and smiled among the winter's snow
Blake London
Blasts the new-born Infant's tear, And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse
Blake Earth's Answer
Break this heavy chain, that does freeze my bones around;
Blake London
But most thro' midnight streets I hear, How the youthful Harlot's curse
Blake: the Lamb (From "Songs of Innocence")
By the stream & o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight; Softest clothing wooly bright;
Blake Earth's Answer
Can delight, Chained in light, The virgins of youth and morning bear?
Blake Earth's Answer
Cold and hoar, Weeping o'er, I hear the Father of the ancient men.
Blake, "The Tyger", from Songs of Experience, 1794
Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Wordsworth- Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey
Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs, That on a wild secluded scene impress
Blake Earth's Answer
Does spring hid its joy, When buds and blossoms grow?
Blake Earth's Answer
Does the sower, Sow by night, Or by the plowman in darkness plow?
Blake: the Lamb (From "Songs of Innocence")
Dost thou know who made thee? Gave thee life & bid thee feed
Blake earth's answer
Earth raised up her head, From the darkness dread & drear.
Bunina
Everything has withered; Poison flows In my veins
Bunina
Everything suddenly fell silent, Everything in its place, In the room it is quiet,
Blake, The Little Black Boy
For when our souls have learned the heat to bear, the clouds will vanish, we shall hear his voice,
Blake: the Lamb (From "Songs of Innocence")
Gave thee such a tender voice, making all the vales rejoice
Bunina
Gave voice; Sounds in harmony Sing with Lina
Blake, the sick rose
Has found out thy bed of crimson joy, and his dark secret love does thy life destroy
Blake: the Lamb (From "Songs of Innocence")
He is called by thy name, For he calls himself a lamb.
Blake: the Lamb (From "Songs of Innocence")
He is meek & he is mild, He became a little child
Heine
He's dreaming of a palm tree Far away in the Eastern land Lonely and silently mourning On a sunburn rocky strand
Blake earth's answer
Her light fled: Stony dread! And her locks covered with grey despair.
Keats
I made a garland for her head, And bracelets too, and fragant zone; She looked at me as she did love And made sweet moan
Keats
I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful, a faery's child, Her hair was long, her foot was light And her eyes were wild
Keats
I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warrios, death-pale were they all; They cried, La belle dame sans merci Thee hath in thrall
Keats
I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke, and found me here On the cold hill's side
Keats
I see lily on thy brow With anguish moist and fever dew, And on thy cheeks fading rose Fast withered too.
Keats
I set her on my pacing steed And nothing else saw all day long, For sidelong would she bend and sing A faery's song
Blake, The Little Black Boy
I'll shade him from the heat till he can bear, To lean in joy upon our father's knee
Blake "Introduction to the Songs of Innocence"
In a book that all may read. So he vanished from my sight. And I plucked a hollow reed,
Bunina
In a rose flame The hearth gives light; The bright fire
Blake - London
In every cry of every Man, In every Infant's cry of fear
Blake - London
In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forged manacles I hear:
Wordsworth- Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey
In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood , and felt along the heart;
Heine
In the North on a bare plateau.. He sleeps; a bright white blanket Enshrouds him in ice and snow
Blake The Tyger
In what distant deeps or skies, Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
Bunina
Leaps along the coals; The smoke dark-silver Curls in a column
Bunina
Lina touched The strings of the harp; The gold harp
Blake, The Little Black Boy
Look on the rising sun; there God does live, and gives his light, and gives his heat away
Blake, The Little Black Boy
My mother taught me underneath a tree And sitting down before the heat of day,
Wordsworth- Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey
Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened:-that serene and blessed mood, Until the breath of this corporeal frame
Wordsworth- Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey
Of aspect more sublime; that blessed the moo, in which the burthen of the mystery In which the heavy and the weary weight
Wordsworth- Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey
Of sportive wood run wild: these pastoral farms, Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees!
Blake "Introduction to the Songs of Innocence"
On a cloud I saw a child. And he laughing said to me
Wordsworth- Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey
On that best portion of a good man's llife, His little, nameless, unremembered, acts Of Kindness and of love. Nor less, I trust, To them I may have owed another gift,
Blake The Tyger
On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire?
Blake earth's answer
Prisoned on watery shore, Starry jealousy does keep keep my den,
Blake, The Little Black Boy
Saying: Come out from the grove, my love & care, and round my golden tent like lambs rejoice
Bunina
Sea, start to churn! Be a grave for me! Golden harp,
Blake Earth's Answer
Selfish father of men, cruel jealous, selfish fear!
Blake Earth's Answer
Selfish! vain! Eternal bane! That free Love with bondage bound.
Keats
She found me roots of relish sweet, And honey wild, and manna's dew, And sure in language strange she said I love thee true
Blake, The Little Black Boy
She took me on her lap and kissed me, And pointing to the east began to say.
Keats
She took me to her elfin grot And there she wept and sighed full sore And there I shut her wild wild eyes With kisses four
Blake "Introduction to the Songs of Innocence"
Sing thy songs of happy chear. So I sung the same again. While he wept with joy to hear.
Keats La Belle Dame Sans Merci
So haggard, and so woebegone? The squirrel's granary is full And the harvest's done
Bunina
Strike like thunder! Fire, flow, Warm this poor woman!
Bunina
Tears ran dry In troubled eyes, Sights stopped
Bunina From the Seashore
The Bright Sea Flowed from the sky, In quiet the waves Brief ripples Faint Temble
Bunina
The chest from heaving, Speech dies down On cold lips
Wordsworth- Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey
The day is come when I again repose Here , under this dark sycamore, and view
Bunina
The fierce flame scorches the sould; The heart languishes,
Blake, the sick rose
The invisible worm, that flies in the night, In the howling storm,
Bunina From the Seashore
The sun's gone down, There is no moon, In the scarlet glow
Bunina From the Seashore
The west is shining Birds in their nests, FLocks in the tree-crests
Blake - The Chimney Sweeper
Then naked & white, all their bags left behind, They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind
Bunina
There is no rustle; The children are nestled Modestly in the corners
Blake - The Chimney Sweeper
There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head, That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved, so I said,
Wordsworth- Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey
These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me
Wordsworth- Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey
These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard tufts Which at this season, with their unripe fruits,
Wordsworth- Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey
These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs, With a soft inland murmur--Once again
Blake- The chimney sweeper (songs of experience)
They clothed me in the clothes of death, And taught me to sing the notes of woe
Wordsworth- Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey
Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect The Landscape with the quiet of the sky.
Blake, The Tyger
What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
Blake, The Tyger
What the anvil? What dread grasp dare its deadly terrors clasp?
Blake, The Tyger
What the hammer? What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain?
Blake, "The Tyger", from Songs of Experience, 1794
When the stars threw down their spears, and watered heaven with their tears,
Wordsworth- Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey
With some uncertain notice, as might seem Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods, Or some Hermit's cave, where by his fire The hermit sits alone
Blake, The Little Black Boy
and flowers and trees and beasts and men receive Comfort in morning, joy in the noon of day
Blake - The Chimney Sweeper
then down a green plain, leaping, laughing they run, And wash in a river and shine in the sun
