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.The crow wish'd every thing was black, the owl that every thing was white.Exuberance is Beauty.If the lion was advised by the fox, he would be cunning.Improvement makes strait roads; but the crooked roads without improvement areroads of genius.Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.Where man is not, nature is barren.Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believ'd.Enough! or too much.William Blakewww.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 125Question Answered, TheWhat is it men in women do require?The lineaments of gratified Desire.What is it women do in men require?The lineaments of gratified DesireWilliam Blakewww.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 126Reeds of InnocencePiping down the valleys wild,Piping songs of pleasant glee,On a cloud I saw a child,And he laughing said to me:'Pipe a song about a Lamb!'So I piped with merry cheer.'Piper, pipe that song again;'So I piped: he wept to hear.'Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;Sing thy songs of happy cheer!'So I sung the same again,While he wept with joy to hear.'Piper, sit thee down and writeIn a book that all may read.'So he vanish'd from my sight;And I pluck'd a hollow reed,And I made a rural pen,And I stain'd the water clear,And I wrote my happy songsEvery child may joy to hear.William Blakewww.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 127SamsonSamson, the strongest of the children of men, I sing; how he was foiled by woman'sarts, by a false wife brought to the gates of death! O Truth! that shinest with propitiousbeams, turning our earthly night to heavenly day, from presence of the AlmightyFather, thou visitest our darkling world with blessed feet, bringing good news of Sinand Death destroyed! O whiterobed Angel, guide my timorous hand to write as on alofty rock with iron pen the words of truth, that all who pass may read.-- Now Night,noontide of damned spirits, over the silent earth spreads her pavilion, while in darkcouncil sat Philista's lords; and, where strength failed, black thoughts in ambush lay.Their helmed youth and aged warriors in dust together lie, and Desolation spreads hiswings over the land of Palestine: from side to side the land groans, her prowess lost,and seeks to hide her bruised head under the mists of night, breeding dark plots.ForDalila's fair arts have long been tried in vain; in vain she wept in many a treacheroustear.`Go on, fair traitress; do thy guileful work; ere once again the changing moon hercircuit hath performed, thou shalt overcome, and conquer him by force unconquerable,and wrest his secret from him.Call thine alluring arts and honest-seeming brow, theholy kiss of love, and the transparent tear; put on fair linen that with the lily vies,purple and silver; neglect thy hair, to seem more lovely in thy loose attire; put on thycountry's pride, deceit, and eyes of love decked in mild sorrow; and sell thy lord forgold.' For now, upon her sumptuous couch reclined in gorgeous pride, she stillentreats, and still she grasps his vigorous knees with her fair arms.`Thou lov'st menot! thou'rt war, thou art not love! O foolish Dalila! O weak woman! it is death clothedin flesh thou lovest, and thou hast been encircled in his arms! Alas, my lord, what am Icalling thee? Thou art my God! To thee I pour my tears for sacrifice morning andevening.My days are covered with sorrow, shut up, darkened! By night I am deceived!Who says that thou wast born of mortal kind? Destruction was thy father, a lionesssuckled thee, thy young hands tore human limbs, and gorged human flesh.Comehither, Death; art thou not Samson's servant? 'Tis Dalila that calls, thy master's wife;no, stay, and let thy master do the deed: one blow of that strong arm would ease mypain; then should I lay at quiet and have rest.Pity forsook thee at thy birth! O Dagonfurious, and all ye gods of Palestine, withdraw your hand! I am but a weak woman
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