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C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

William Blake

  • Ah, sunflower, weary of time,
  • Who countest the steps of the sun,
  • Seeking after that sweet golden clime
  • Where the traveller’s journey is done.
  • I have mental joys and mental health,
  • Mental friends and mental wealth,
  • I’ve a wife that I love and that loves me;
  • I’ve all but riches bodily.
  • I was angry with my friend:
  • I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
  • I was angry with my foe;
  • I told it not, my wrath did grow.
  • O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained
  • With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
  • Beneath my shady roof; there thou mayst rest
  • And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
  • And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
  • Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
  • 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.
  • O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
  • The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark,
  • Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs,
  • Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.
  • Since all the riches of this world
  • May be gifts from the devil and earthly kings,
  • I should suspect that I worshipped the devil
  • If I thanked my God for worldly things.
  • Sweet babe, in thy face
  • Soft desires I can trace,
  • Secret joys and secret smiles,
  • Little pretty infant wiles.
  • Sweet sleep, with soft down
  • Weave thy brows an infant crown!
  • Sweet sleep, angel mild,
  • Hover o’er my happy child.
  • The grave is heaven’s golden gate,
  • And rich and poor around it wait;
  • O Shepherdess of England’s fold,
  • Behold this gate of pearl and gold!