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The French Revolution (excerpt)

The French Revolution (excerpt)
Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red
as wines
From his mountains; an odor of war, like a ripe vineyard, rose from his garments,
And the chamber became as a clouded sky; o'er the council he stretch'd his red limbs,
Cloth'd in flames of crimson; as a ripe vineyard stretches over sheaves of corn,
The fierce Duke hung over the council; around him crowd, weeping in his burning robe,
A bright cloud of infant souls; his words fall like purple autumn on the sheaves:
'Shall this marble built heaven become a clay cottage, this earth an oak stool and
these mowers
From the Atlantic mountains mow down all this great starry harvest of six thousand
years?
And shall Necker, the hind of Geneva, stretch out his crook'd sickle o'er fertile
France
Till our purple and crimson is faded to russet, and the kingdoms of earth bound in
sheaves,
And the ancient forests of chivalry hewn, and the joys of the combat burnt for
fuel;
Till the power and dominion is rent from the pole, sword and sceptre from sun and
moon,
The law and gospel from fire and air, and eternal reason and science
From the deep and the solid, and man lay his faded head down on the rock
Of eternity, where the eternal lion and eagle remain to devour?
This to prevent--urg'd by cries in day, and prophetic dreams hovering in night,
To enrich the lean earth that craves, furrow'd with plows, whose seed is
departing from her--
Thy nobles have gather'd thy starry hosts round this rebellious city,
To rouze up the ancient forests of Europe, with clarions of cloud breathing war,
To hear the horse neigh to the drum and trumpet, and the trumpet and war
shout reply.
Stretch the hand that beckons the eagles of heaven; they cry over Paris, and
wait
Till Fayette point his finger to Versailles; the eagles of heaven must have their
prey!'
He ceas'd, and burn'd silent; red clouds roll round Necker; a weeping is heard
o'er the palace.
Like a dark cloud Necker paus'd, and like thunder on the just man's burial day he
paus'd;
Silent sit the winds, silent the meadows, while the husbandman and woman of
weakness
And bright children look after him into the grave, and water his clay with love,
Then turn towards pensive fields; so Necker paus'd, and his visage was covered
with clouds.
The King lean'd on his mountains, then lifted his head and look'd on his armies,
that shone
Through heaven, tinging morning with beams of blood; then turning to Burgundy,
troubled:
'Burgundy, thou wast born a lion! My soul is o'ergrown with distress.
For the nobles of France, and dark mists roll round me and blot the writing of
God
Written in my bosom. Necker rise! leave the kingdom, thy life is surrounded with
snares.


We have call'd an Assembly, but not to destroy; we have given gifts, not to the
weak;
I hear rushing of muskets, and bright'ning of swords, and visages redd'ning with
war,
Frowning and looking up from brooding villages and every dark'ning city.
Ancient wonders frown over the kingdom, and cries of women and babes are
heard,
And tempests of doubt roll around me, and fierce sorrows, because of the nobles
of France.
Depart! answer not! for the tempest must fall, as in years that are passed away.'
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The Echoing Green

The Echoing Green
The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the spring;
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The Fly

The Fly
Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink, and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength and breath
And the want
Of thought is death;
Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
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The Crystal Cabinet

The Crystal Cabinet
The Maiden caught me in the wild,
Where I was dancing merrily;
She put me into her Cabinet,
And lock'd me up with a golden key.
This cabinet is form'd of gold
And pearl and crystal shining bright,
And within it opens into a world
And a little lovely moony night.
Another England there I saw
Another London with its Tower,
Another Thames and other hills,
And another pleasant Surrey bower.
Another Maiden like herself,
Translucent, lovely, shining clear,
Threefold each in the other clos'd
O, what a pleasant trembling fear!
O, what a smile! a threefold smile
Fill'd me, that like a flame I burn'd;
I bent to kiss the lovely Maid,
And found a threefold kiss return'd.
I strove to seize the inmost form
With ardor fierce and hands of flame,
But burst the Crystal Cabinet,
And like a weeping Babe became--
A weeping Babe upon the wild,
And weeping Woman pale reclin'd,
And in the outward air again,
I fill'd with woes the passing wind.
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The Clod & The Pebble

The Clod & The Pebble
Love seeketh not Itself to please.
Nor for itself hath any care;
But for another gives its ease.
And builds a Heaven in Hells despair.
So sung a little Clod of Clay,
Trodden with the cattle's feet;
But a Pebble of the brook.
Warbled out these metres meet.
Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to Its delight;
Joys in anothers loss of ease.
And builds a Hell in Heavens despite.
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The Chimney -sweeper

The Chimney -sweeper
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The Chimney-Sweeper

The Chimney-Sweeper
When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry 'Weep! weep! weep! weep!'
So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head,
That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved; so I said,
'Hush, Tom! never mind it, for, when your head's bare,
You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair.'
And so he was quiet, and that very night,
As Tom was a-sleeping, he had such a sight! --
That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black.
And by came an angel, who had a bright key,
And he opened the coffins, and let them all free;
Then down a green plain, leaping, laughing, they run,
And wash in a river, and shine in the sun.
Then naked and white, all their bags left behind,
They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind;
And the Angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy,
He'd have God for his father, and never want joy.
And so Tom awoke, and we rose in the dark,
And got with our bags and our brushes to work.
Though the morning was cold, Tom was happy and warm:
So, if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.
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The Caverns of the Grave I've Seen

The Caverns of the Grave I've Seen
The Caverns of the Grave I've seen,
And these I show'd to England's Queen.
But now the Caves of Hell I view,
Who shall I dare to show them to?
What mighty soul i n Beauty's form
Shall dauntless view the infernal storm?
Egremont's Countess can control
The flames of Hell that round me roll;
If she refuse, I still go on
Till the Heavens and Earth are gone,
Still admir'd by noble minds,
Follow'd by Envy on the winds,
Re-engrav'd time after time,
Ever in their youthful prime,
My designs unchang'd remain.
Time may rage, but rage in vain.
For above Time's troubled fountains,
On the great Atlantic Mountains,
In my Golden House on high,
There they shine eternally.
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The Book of Urizen: Chapter VIII

The Book of Urizen: Chapter VIII
. Urizen explor'd his dens
Mountain, moor, & wilderness,
With a globe of fire lighting his journey
A fearful journey, annoy'd
By cruel enormities: forms
Of life on his forsaken mountains
. And his world teemd vast enormities
Frightning; faithless; fawning
Portions of life; similitudes
Of a foot, or a hand, or a head
Or a heart, or an eye, they swam mischevous
Dread terrors! delighting in blood
. Most Urizen sicken'd to see
His eternal creations appear
Sons & daughters of sorrow on mountains
Weeping! wailing! first Thiriel appear'd
Astonish'd at his own existence
Like a man from a cloud born, & Utha
From the waters emerging, laments!
Grodna rent the deep earth howling
Amaz'd! his heavens immense cracks
Like the ground parch'd with heat; then Fuzon
Flam'd out! first begotten, last born.
All his eternal sons in like manner
His daughters from green herbs & cattle
From monsters, & worms of the pit.
. He in darkness clos'd, view'd all his race,
And his soul sicken'd! he curs'd
Both sons & daughters; for he saw
That no flesh nor spirit could keep
His iron laws one moment.
. For he saw that life liv'd upon death
The Ox in the slaughter house moans
The Dog at the wintry door
And he wept, & he called it Pity
And his tears flowed down on the winds
. Cold he wander'd on high, over their cities
In weeping & pain & woe!
And where-ever he wanderd in sorrows
Upon the aged heavens
A cold shadow follow'd behind him
Like a spiders web, moist, cold, & dim
Drawing out from his sorrowing soul
The dungeon-like heaven dividing.
Where ever the footsteps of Urizen
Walk'd over the cities in sorrow.


. Till a Web dark & cold, throughout all
The tormented element stretch'd
From the sorrows of Urizens soul
And the Web is a Female in embrio
None could break the Web, no wings of fire.
. So twisted the cords, & so knotted
The meshes: twisted like to the human brain
. And all calld it, The Net of Religion
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The Book of Urizen: Chapter VI

The Book of Urizen: Chapter VI
. But Los saw the Female & pitied
He embrac'd her, she wept, she refus'd
In perverse and cruel delight
She fled from his arms, yet he followd
. Eternity shudder'd when they saw,
Man begetting his likeness,
On his own divided image.
. A time passed over, the Eternals
Began to erect the tent;
When Enitharmon sick,
Felt a Worm within her womb.
. Yet helpless it lay like a Worm
In the trembling womb
To be moulded into existence
. All day the worm lay on her bosom
All night within her womb
The worm lay till it grew to a serpent
With dolorous hissings & poisons
Round Enitharmons loins folding,
. Coild within Enitharmons womb
The serpent grew casting its scales,
With sharp pangs the hissings began
To change to a grating cry,
Many sorrows and dismal throes,
Many forms of fish, bird & beast,
Brought forth an Infant form
Where was a worm before.
. The Eternals their tent finished
Alarm'd with these gloomy visions
When Enitharmon groaning
Produc'd a man Child to the light.
. A shriek ran thro' Eternity:
And a paralytic stroke;
At the birth of the Human shadow.
. Delving earth in his resistless way;
Howling, the Child with fierce flames
Issu'd from Enitharmon.
. The Eternals, closed the tent
They beat down the stakes the cords
Stretch'd for a work of eternity;
No more Los beheld Eternity.
. In his hands he seiz'd the infant


He bathed him in springs of sorrow
He gave him to Enitharmon.
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Identification and basic context

William Blake was an English poet, painter, and printmaker. He is widely regarded as a visionary artist and a key figure in the Romantic movement, though his work often defied conventional categorization and is characterized by its unique spiritual and philosophical depth. Blake's primary language of expression was English. His imaginative and often mystical worldview set him apart from many of his contemporaries. He is best known for his illuminated books, which combine his poetry with his own intricate illustrations.

Childhood and education

Born in London, Blake came from a modest background. His father was a hosier. He received little formal schooling, attending only a dame school. However, he was a voracious reader and possessed a remarkable natural talent for drawing and poetry from a young age. His parents recognized his artistic abilities and apprenticed him to an engraver at the age of ten. This apprenticeship provided him with crucial technical skills and exposed him to various artistic styles and historical prints, which would later inform his own work. His early education was thus largely practical and self-directed, fueled by an innate creative drive.

Literary trajectory

Blake began his literary career by writing poetry, including early works that would later be revised and published in collections like "Poetical Sketches" (1783). His true innovation came with the development of his "illuminated printing" technique, where he combined his poetry and illustrations into single plates, printed and colored by hand. This led to the creation of his prophetic books, beginning with "Songs of Innocence" (1789) and "Songs of Experience" (1794), which explore complex theological and philosophical ideas through allegorical poetry and vivid imagery. His literary trajectory was marked by a consistent development of his personal mythology and a relentless pursuit of spiritual and artistic expression, often in defiance of contemporary literary and artistic conventions.

Works, style, and literary characteristics

Blake's most famous works include "Songs of Innocence and of Experience," "The Marriage of Heaven and Hell," "Jerusalem," and "Milton." His dominant themes often revolve around the dualities of human existence: innocence and experience, good and evil, heaven and hell, reason and imagination, freedom and oppression. He developed a complex personal mythology populated by symbolic figures like Urizen (reason), Los (imagination), and Enitharmon (spirituality). His style is characterized by its visionary intensity, rich symbolism, and often paradoxical pronouncements. Blake employed a variety of forms, from lyrical songs to epic prophecies, often utilizing rhythmic structures and vivid, dreamlike imagery. His language can be both deceptively simple and profoundly complex, challenging conventional interpretations of morality and spirituality.

Cultural and historical context

Blake lived during a period of significant social and political upheaval in Britain, including the American and French Revolutions, which deeply influenced his thinking on liberty, tyranny, and social justice. He was part of a generation of artists and writers associated with Romanticism, which emphasized emotion, individualism, and the sublime in nature, though Blake's vision was often more overtly spiritual and prophetic. He was deeply critical of the established church, state, and industrialization, viewing them as forces that stifled human imagination and spiritual freedom. His radical religious and political views often led to his isolation from mainstream artistic and literary circles.

Personal life

Blake's personal life was marked by his deep devotion to his wife, Catherine Boucher, whom he taught to read and write and who became his artistic collaborator. They lived a relatively simple life, often facing financial hardship. Blake's intense inner world and visionary experiences sometimes led others to perceive him as eccentric or even insane, though he maintained a consistent creative output. His spiritual beliefs were central to his life and work, forming the basis of his unique cosmology.

Recognition and reception

During his lifetime, Blake was largely unrecognized for his poetic genius and was primarily known as a talented engraver. His visionary works were often misunderstood or dismissed by critics and the public. It was only in the 20th century, with the rise of modernist and postmodernist thought, that his work began to be re-evaluated and appreciated for its originality, depth, and prophetic power. Today, he is considered one of Britain's greatest poets and artists, with his work studied extensively in literature and art history.

Influences and legacy

Blake was influenced by the Bible, Milton, Shakespeare, and various mystical traditions. His radical ideas and unique artistic vision, in turn, influenced numerous artists, writers, and thinkers, including the Pre-Raphaelites, the Symbolists, and later figures in literature and art who embraced his emphasis on imagination and spiritual truth. His critique of industrial society and his celebration of individual vision continue to resonate. His inclusion in the literary and artistic canon is now firmly established, and his works are widely translated and studied internationally.

Interpretation and critical analysis

Blake's work is rich with layers of symbolic meaning, inviting diverse interpretations. Critics often analyze his complex mythology, his critique of established religious and political institutions, and his exploration of the human psyche. Debates frequently arise concerning the precise nature of his spiritual beliefs and the extent to which his visions should be understood literally or metaphorically. His exploration of the "contraries" of life remains a central theme for critical inquiry.

Curiosities and lesser-known aspects

Blake claimed to have seen visions from childhood, including seeing angels in a tree. He developed a unique method of printing his books, which he called "illuminated printing," involving etching both text and image onto copper plates. He was a vocal critic of the rationalism and materialism of his age. His personal notebooks contain numerous aphorisms and observations that reveal his independent and often provocative thinking.

Death and memory

William Blake died in relative obscurity in 1827. His memory was kept alive by a small circle of admirers, but his widespread recognition as a major artistic and literary figure only emerged much later. Posthumous publications and exhibitions have cemented his legacy as a unique and profoundly influential visionary artist and poet.