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William Blake

Want Matches?

1st Vo.     WANT Matches?  
2nd Vo.     Yes! Yes! Yes!  
1st Vo.    Want Matches?  
2nd Vo.     No!  
 
1st Vo.    Want Matches?      
2nd Vo.     Yes! Yes! Yes!  
1st Vo.    Want Matches?  
2nd Vo.     No!

Songs from ‘An Island in The Moon’

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Preferido o celebrado por...
Bruno G. Gustavo O. Palma
Otras obras de William Blake...
The Angel

I dreamt a dream! What can it me… 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,
A Little Boy Lost

‘Nought loves another as itself, Nor venerates another so, Nor is it possible to thought A greater than itself to know. ’And, father, how can I love you
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Mary

Sweet Mary, the first time she ev… Came into the ball—room among the… The young men and maidens around h… And these are the words upon every… `An Angel is here from the heaven…
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The Mental Traveller

I travell’d thro’ a land of men, A land of men and women too; And heard and saw such dreadful th… As cold earth—wanderers never knew… For there the Babe is born in joy
The voice of the Devil (from the Marriage of Heaven and Hell)

All Bibles or sacred codes have b… 1. That Man has two real existing… 2. That Energy, call’d Evil, is a… 3. That God will torment Man in… But the following Contraries to t…
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Eternity

He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy He who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity’s sunrise
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The Voice of the Ancient Bard

Youth of delight! come hither And see the opening morn, Image of Truth new-born. Doubt is fled, and clouds of reaso… Dark disputes and artful teazing.
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Hail Matrimony, made of Love!

HAIL 1 Matrimony, made of Love! To thy wide gates how great a drov… On purpose to be yok’d do come; Widows and Maids and Youths also, That lightly trip on beauty’s toe,
O, I say, you Joe

O, I say, you Joe, Throw us the ball! I’ve a good mind to go And leave you all. I never saw such a bowler
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Holy Thursday (from Songs of Experience)

Is this a holy thing to see In a rich and fruitful land, Babes reduced to misery, Fed with cold and usurous hand? Is that trembling cry a song?
To Winter

‘O WINTER! bar thine adamantine… The north is thine; there hast tho… Deep-founded habitation. Shake no… Nor bend thy pillars with thine ir… He hears me not, but o’er the yawn…
The Blossom

Merry, merry sparrow! Under leaves so green A happy blossom Sees you, swift as arrow, Seek your cradle narrow,
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Gwin, King of Norway

COME, kings, and listen to my so… When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His cruel sceptre bore; The nobles of the land did feed
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A Divine Image

Cruelty has a human heart And jealousy a human face, Terror the human form divine, And secrecy the human dress. The human dress is forged iron,
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To Autumn

O AUTUMN, laden with fruit, and… With the blood of the grape, pass… Beneath my shady roof; there thou… And tune thy jolly voice to my fre… And all the daughters of the year…
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