William Blake

He who binds himself to a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it read more

He who binds himself to a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sunrise

Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell There God is dwelling too. For Mercy has a human heart, Pity a human read more

Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell There God is dwelling too. For Mercy has a human heart, Pity a human face, And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.

Sweet babe, in thy face
Soft desires I can trace,
Secret joys and secret smiles,
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Sweet babe, in thy face
Soft desires I can trace,
Secret joys and secret smiles,
Little pretty infant wiles.

The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.

The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.

You smile with pomp and rigor, you talk of benevolence and virtue; I act with benevolence and virtue and get read more

You smile with pomp and rigor, you talk of benevolence and virtue; I act with benevolence and virtue and get murdered time after time.