But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not nor dance: They howl and writhe in shoals of torment, in fierce flames consuming, In chains of iron and in dungeons circled with ceaseless fires,...
The Sun arises in the East, Cloth'd in robes of blood and gold; Swords and spears and wrath increast All around his bosom roll'd Crown'd with warlike fires and raging desires.
I see the Four-fold Man, The Humanity in deadly sleep And its fallen Emanation, the Spectre and its cruel Shadow. I see the Past, Present and Future existing all at once...
When Klopstock England defied, Uprose William Blake in his pride; For old Nobodaddy aloft . . . and belch'd and cough'd; Then swore a great oath that made Heaven quake,...
You don't believe -- I won't attempt to make ye: You are asleep -- I won't attempt to wake ye. Sleep on! sleep on! while in your pleasant dreams Of Reason you may drink of Life's clear streams....