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06:30 

Lika_k
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William Blake
Songs of Innocence & of experience
Songs of Experience
The Human Abstract

Pity would be no more,
If we did not make somebody Poor:
And Mercy no more could be,
If all were as happy as we;

And mutual fear brings peace;
Till the selfish loves increase.
Then Cruelty knits a snare,
And spreads his baits with care.

He sits down with holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears:
Then Humility takes its root
Underneath his foot.

Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head;
And the Catterpillar and Fly,
Feed on the Mystery.

And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat;
And the Raven his nest has made
In its thickest shade.

The Gods of the earth and sea
Sought thro' Nature to find this Tree
But their search was all in vain:
There grows one in the Human Brain.

@темы: english-british, blake, William, b, 18

08:16 

Lika_k
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Songs of Innocence & of experience
Songs of Experience
The Tyger

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 hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!

When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Britten

@темы: 18, 20, b, blake, William, english-british, music, youtube

07:51 

Lika_k
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William Blake
Songs of Innocence & of experience
Songs of Experience
The Angel

I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne’er beguiled!

And I wept both night and day,
And he wiped my tears away;
And I wept both day and night,
And hid from him my heart’s delight.

So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.

@темы: 18, b, blake, William, english-british

06:29 

Lika_k
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William Blake
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Songs of Experience
The Fly

Little Fly
Thy summer's play,
My thoughtless hand
Has brush'd away.

Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?

For I dance
And drink & sing;
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.

If thought is life
And strength & breath;
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.

@темы: 18, b, blake, William, english-british

07:56 

Lika_k
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Nurse's Song

When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And whisperings are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.

Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,
And the dews of night arise;
Your spring and your day are wasted in play,
And your winter and night in disguise.

@темы: english-british, blake, William, b, 18

07:44 

Lika_k
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William Blake
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Songs of Experience
The Chimney Sweeper

A little black thing among the snow,
Crying "'weep! 'weep!" in notes of woe!
"Where are thy father and mother? Say!"--
"They are both gone up to the church to pray.

Because I was happy upon the heath,
And smiled among the winter's snow,
They clothed me in the clothes of death,
And taught me to sing the notes of woe.

And because I am happy and dance and sing,
They think they have done me no injury,
And are gone to praise God and his priest and king,
Who make up a heaven of our misery.

@темы: 18, b, blake, William, english-british

06:10 

Lika_k
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William Blake
Songs of Innocence & of experience
Songs of Experience
The Little Girl Lost

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.

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The Little Girl Found
All the night in woe
Lyca’s parents go
Over valleys deep,
While the deserts weep.

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Rising from unrest,
The trembling woman pressed
With feet of weary woe;
She could no further go.

In his arms he bore
Her, armed with sorrow sore;
Till before their way
A couching lion lay.

Turning back was vain:
Soon his heavy mane
Bore them to the ground,
Then he stalked around,

Smelling to his prey;
But their fears allay
When he licks their hands,
And silent by them stands.

They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And wondering behold
A spirit armed in gold.

On his head a crown,
On his shoulders down
Flowed his golden hair.
Gone was all their care.

‘Follow me,’ he said;
‘Weep not for the maid;
In my palace deep,
Lyca lies asleep.’

Then they followed
Where the vision led,
And saw their sleeping child
Among tigers wild.

To this day they dwell
In a lonely dell,
Nor fear the wolvish howl
Nor the lion’s growl.

@темы: english-british, blake, William, b, 18

06:32 

Lika_k
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William Blake
Songs of Innocence & of experience
Songs of Innocence
A Dream

Once a dream did weave a shade
O’er my Angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass methought I lay.

Troubled, ’wilder’d, and forlorn,
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
Over many a tangled spray,
All heart-broke I heard her say:

‘O, my children! do they cry?
Do they hear their father sigh?
Now they look abroad to see:
Now return and weep for me.’

Pitying, I dropp’d a tear;
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied: ‘What wailing wight
Calls the watchman of the night?

‘I am set to light the ground,
While the beetle goes his round:
Follow now the beetle’s hum;
Little wanderer, hie thee home.’

@темы: 18, b, blake, William, english-british

08:42 

Lika_k
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Songs of Innocence & of experience
Songs of Innocence
The Chimney Sweeper

When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry " 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!"
So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.

There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head
That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved, so I said,
"Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head's bare,
You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair."

And so he was quiet, & that very night,
As Tom was a-sleeping he had such a sight!
That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, & Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black;

And by came an Angel who had a bright key,
And he opened the coffins & set them all free;
Then down a green plain, leaping, laughing they run,
And wash in a river and shine in the Sun.

Then naked & white, all their bags left behind,
They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind.
And the Angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy,
He'd have God for his father & never want joy.

And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark
And got with our bags & our brushes to work.
Though the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm;
So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.

@темы: 18, b, blake, William, english-british

09:12 

Lika_k
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Witter Bynner
Horses

Words are hoops
Through which to leap upon meanings,
Which are horses’ backs,
Bare, moving.

@темы: 20, b, english-american

08:34 

Lika_k
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Elizabeth Bishop
The Armadillo

For Robert Lowell
This is the time of year
when almost every night
the frail, illegal fire balloons appear.
Climbing the mountain height,

rising toward a saint
still honored in these parts,
the paper chambers flush and fill with light
that comes and goes, like hearts.

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@темы: 20, b, english-american

08:31 

Lika_k
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Frank Kuenstler
from Empire

Once upon a time there was a frog
Once upon a time there was a pond
Splash.

(from "One Hundred Frogs" by Hiroaki Sato, 1995)

@темы: 17, 20, b, eastern, english-american, japanese, k

08:27 

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Limerick
There once was a curious frog
Who sat by a pond on a log
And, to see what resulted,
In the pond catapulted
With a water-noise round the bog.

(from "One Hundred Frogs" by Hiroaki Sato, 1995)

@темы: 17, 20, b, eastern, english, japanese

08:00 

Lika_k
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Scott Alexander
By an ancient pond
a bullfrog on a rock
waiting for Basho?

(from "One Hundred Frogs" by Hiroaki Sato, 1995)

@темы: 17, 20, a, b, eastern, english-british, ga'idhlig, japanese

08:30 

Lika_k
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Peter Beilenson
OLD DARK SLEEPY POOL...
QUICK UNEXPECTED
FROG
GOES PLOP! WATERSPLASH!

(from "One Hundred Frogs" by Hiroaki Sato, 1995)

@темы: japanese, english-american, eastern, b, 20, 17

06:37 

Lika_k
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Kenneth Roxroth
An old pond —
The sound
Of a diving frog.

(from "One Hundred Frogs" by Hiroaki Sato, 1995)

@темы: r, b, japanese, english-american, eastern, 20

06:37 

Lika_k
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Basho & Fumiko Saisho
Fu-ru (old) i-ke (pond) ya, ka-wa-zu (frog) to-bi--ko-mu (jumping into)
mi-zu (water) no o-to (sound)

(from "One Hundred Frogs" by Hiroaki Sato, 1995)

@темы: s, japanese, eastern, b, 20, 17

09:21 

Lika_k
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John Thomas Bryan
There is the old pond!
Lo, into it jumps a frog:
hark, water's music!

(from "One Hundred Frogs" by Hiroaki Sato, 1995)

@темы: japanese, english-american, eastern, b, 20, 17

06:14 

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Inazo Nitobe
Into a old pond
A frog took a sudden plunge,
Then is heard a splash.

(from "One Hundred Frogs" by Hiroaki Sato, 1995)

@темы: b, 20, 19, 17, n, japanese, english-other, eastern

08:45 

Lika_k
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Emily Brontë
Fall Leaves Fall

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me,
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.

@темы: 19, b, english-british

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