William Blake (28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)
Mock On, Mock On, Voltaire, Rousseau
Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau;
Mock on, mock on; 'tis all in vain!
You throw the sand against the wind,
And the wind blows it back again.
And every sand becomes a gem
Reflected in the beams divine;
Blown back they blind the mocking eye,
But still in Israel's paths they shine.
The Atoms of Democritus
And Newton's Particles of Light
Are sands upon the Red Sea shore,
Where Israel's tents do shine so bright.
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- A Divine Image
- A Dream
- A Little Boy Lost
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- A Song
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- Ah Sunflower
- America, A Prophecy
- An Imitation of Spenser
- And Did Those Feet In Ancient Time
- Auguries of Innocence
- Broken Love
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