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Слушать(AI)The Angel that presided oer my birth
The Angel that presided o'er my
Said, "Little creature, form'd of Joy and Mirth,"Go love without the help of any Thing on Earth."
William Blake
William Blake (28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827) was an English poet, painter, and printmaker. Largely unrecognised during his lifetime, Blake
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Infant Sorrow
My mother groaned, my father wept, Into the dangerous world I leapt; Helpless, naked, piping loud, Like a fiend hid in a cloud
The Clod and 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 hell's despair So sung a little clod of clay, Trodden with the cattle's feet;
The Lamb
Little Lamb who made thee Dost thou know who made thee Gave thee life & bid thee feed, By the stream & o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing wooly bright;
Infant Joy
I have no name; I am but two days old What shall I call thee I happy am,
