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Comments about William Blake
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Fernand Pena
(12/18/2011 7:31:00 AM)
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I'm just a fernch musician (singer) & 'Blake lover'.
My last work 'Ode to William Blake' rock songs with words from the Mind.
have a hear: http: //www.lezarts.info/
In my concerts I want to make known to the French 'wonderful man' in the words of his wife Catherine.
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Angela Pettway
(12/5/2011 5:02:00 PM)
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Why is tiger spelled tyger in Blake's poem The Tyger?
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grame peele
(11/17/2011 4:12:00 AM)
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a real legend so mystic so physical yet the up most metaphysical thoughts in him.
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Shanu Shah
(4/28/2011 1:51:00 AM)
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In His Poem 'London' Blake says about the London city at his time. Chartered means Holy and also has meaning of Dirty. Thames is the river on which he was passing by. He says that this is the City where the Chartered (Holy) flow and in the same City the streets too are chartered (Dirty with diffrent sins) . He talks of different pain that he sees when he come across diffrent people. Like Harlot(Prostitute's) cry and that of soldier who had died beacuase of autocracy practiced in the palace. I really find the way metaphor is used to say all that is prevelant at that time in London. Now though London is a nice in fact a lively place to live.
Time changes and things change..
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p.a. noushad
(4/13/2010 12:54:00 AM)
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very beautiful nerration, good imagination.
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Gary Bisaga
(9/17/2009 8:09:00 AM)
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I agree with Barbara Bizarro completely except the line:
The simplicity of his writing underlines the little society at the time knew about the consequences of their actions.
I think society knew very well the consequences of their actions; or more precisely, most in society did. It's easy, looking back now, to not see the daily struggle for existence that most people went through. They may not have scientifically understood everything that happened as a consequence of their actions, but they certainly knew that behavior A resulted in situation B. Blake helped usher in the romantic ideas of simplicity and idealism (the the ideal society is simplest and most natural) so in that sense did damage. But I agree that he is an excellent writer, and I am really beginning to appreciate his glorious poetry myself.
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Andrew Hoellering
(8/14/2009 5:02:00 PM)
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Both of you live in hope but are as nutty as fruit cakes. Blake was born in 1757 and died in 1827. He would have been pleased with your comment, Barbara Bizarro.
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Rebecca Smith
(7/29/2009 7:47:00 PM)
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Hello William Blake. My name is Rebecca Smith i started writing poetry last summer and my first poem was called Summer, i've written over abt 22 poems in the last past months and i have a friend who's working on the book and i plan on getting them published. When did you start writing? ? My favorite poem by you is A Dream. it's lovely! ! ! ! how was writing poetry for you? ? was it hard, or easy? ? for me it's both! ! ! ! your an Awesome writer! ! ! keep up the good work. I hope you reply to my comment i would love to talk to you. Love Rebecca! ! !
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Babyjoram Benson
(5/18/2009 6:13:00 AM)
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Hello
(favorfrank35@yahoo.co.uk)
My name is Miss favor am 24yr old. I saw your profile today at www.poemhunter.com
and it really acttract me alot i believe that you are the man i
have been looking for to share my love; How is your health? i hope all is well
with you. I believe that we can move from here; but remember that distance; age
and colour dose not matter what matters is the true love and understanding; in
my next
e-mail i shall include my pictuer; i been waithing for your reply mail
me with this mail address for further introduction.
Bye hopeing to hear from you soonest
(favorfrank35@yahoo.co.uk)
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p.a. noushad
(6/14/2008 1:37:00 AM)
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romantic touch in the poems gives me bliss, good poems.
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Never Seek to Tell thy Love
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Never seek to tell thy love
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.
I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears--
Ah, she doth depart.
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