Maxioms by William Blake
O thou who passest through our valleys in
Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat
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O thou who passest through our valleys in
Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat
That flames from their large nostrils! Thou, O Summer,
Oft pitchest here thy golden tent, and oft
Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld
With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.
If a thing loves, it is infinite.
If a thing loves, it is infinite.
He who binds to himself a joy doth the winged life destroy. But he who kisses the joy as it read more
He who binds to himself a joy doth the winged life destroy. But he who kisses the joy as it flies lives in Eternity's sunrise.
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
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When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.
