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  • O thou who passest through our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils! Thou, O Summer, Oft pitchest here thy golden tent, and oft Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : William Blake Quotes , Summer Quotes , Flames Quotes
  • The inquiry in England is not whether a man has talents and genius, but whether he is passive and polite and a virtuous ass and obedient to noblemen's opinions in art and science. If he is, he is a good man. If not, he must be starved.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : William Blake Quotes , Respect Quotes , Art Quotes