"Love seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair." So sung a little Clod of Clay Trodden with the cattle's feet, But a Pebble of t...

Thou hast ...Thou hast a lap full of seed,And this is a fine country.Why dost thou not cast thy seed,And live in it merrily?Shall I cast it on the sandAnd turn it into fruitful land?For on no other groundCan I sow m...

As I wandered the forest,The green leaves among,I heard a Wild FlowerSinging a song.'I slept in the earthIn the silent night,I murmured my fearsAnd I felt delight.'In the morning I wentAs rosy as morn,To see...

Whether on Ida's shady brow, Or in the chambers of the East, The chambers of the sun, that now From ancient melody have ceas'd;Whether in Heav'n ye wander fair, Or the green corners of the earth, Or the blue regions of the air,...

My love is like a red, red roseThat’s newly sprung in June :My love is like the melodyThat’s sweetly played in tune.As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,So deep in love am I :And I will love thee still, my dear,Till a’ the seas...

All pictures that's panted with sense and with thoughtAre panted by madmen, as sure as a groat;For the greater the fool is the pencil more blest,As when they are drunk they always pant best.They never can Raphael it, Fuseli it, nor Blake i...

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, Some in their wealth, some in their bodies' force, Some in their garments, though new-fangled ill, Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse; And every humour hath his adjunct pleas...

Пять основ у одинокой птицы есьм:Первая - поёт она самую тихую песнь;Вторая - к звёздам далёким она улетает;Третья - по птицам, подобным ей, не скучает;Четвёртая - клюв её направлен к небесному свету;И пятая - никакого цвета у её птичь...

She was a middle class girl She was in over her headShe thought she wouldstand up in the deep endHe had a bullet proof smileHe had money to burnShe thought she had the moonin her pocketBut now she's deadShe's so...

Why of the sheep do you not learn peace?Beacause i don't want you to shear my fleece.Ответ священнику.Уильям БлэйкПочему же у мирных овец ты не хочешь учиться смиренно?Потому что тогда постригать вы начнете меня откровенно....