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Слушать(AI)Eternity
He who binds to himself a
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it
Lives in eternity's sun rise.
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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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
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Father, father, where are you going Oh do not walk so fast Speak, father, speak to you little boy, Or else I shall be lost The night was dark, no father was there, The child was wet with dew;
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When the voices of children are heard on the And whisprings are in the dale: The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
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I wander thro' each charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow. And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe.