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A Little Boy Lost

Rating: 3.2

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
Or any of my brothers more?
I love you like the little bird
That picks up crumbs around the door.'

The Priest sat by and heard the child;
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Constance K Yost 15 January 2011

I don't care for this poem...see enough of terrible stuff on daily news, don't really need it my poetry readings. Constance

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Kevin Straw 15 January 2010

The first two lines are a rebuttal of Jesus’ “love your neighbour as yourself.” The second two lines a rebuttal of metaphysical religion. The third two lines echo Cordelia's reply to King Lear when he asks what can she say to outdo her sisters’ exaggerated declarations of love for him: Cordelia: Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave My heart into my mouth: I love your Majesty According to my bond, no more nor less The reasonableness of Cordelia condemns her in the eyes of Lear. And the child is condemned for its reasonableness (in Blake’s eyes) by the Church which will condemn the child to eternity in the fires of Hell for it. The spirit of the Enlightenment is in this poem.

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Herman Chiu 15 January 2010

What strong and perfect references - I love Blake's style. Too bad freedom isnt' always free. On the other hand, not everyone is bound to reason.

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Kenny Arnold 02 July 2010

religion/homophobia/mother was catholic, married C of E her sister married a Jew. In England through the ages religion has been involved, thank god(no pun intended) its starting to abate

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John Richter 15 January 2015

A ghastly tale told so very elegantly.... The boys reasoning quite astute, I think, but to be met with such barbarity for falling outside the norm... I often forget the treacherous and inhumane way people treated one another back then. Drawing and quartering - a ghastly execution style by which four horses are tied to the limbs and driven in four different directions - was still very popular method during Blake's lifetime. Trial by fire, or trial by water consisted of subjecting a person to either burning or drowning for a set period of time - if he survived then it was deemed that God found him innocent. Blake was 36 years old when Marie Antoinette had her head so grisly cut off. It's amazing to me how much beauty and depth of feeling we can find in the words of those who lived then.... having lived in such an inhospitable time.... that marks the greatest civility I can imagine.

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Vanidia Ogega 29 December 2020

Nought loves another as itself, Nor venerates another so,

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Vanidia Ogega 29 December 2020

Nought loves another as itself

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Luis Estable 29 December 2020

Blake is one of my favorite poet. He is a poet who writes in a way that there is always more than meets the eye. This poem is no exception.

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Amarachi Okoro 28 December 2020

Wow..... I love this piece, emotional. 'The weeping parents wept in vain'

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Aida Vroman 28 December 2020

like it.

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