William blake (1757–1827)
See a world in a grain of sand.
There is a heaven in a wild flower.
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand.
Eternity will melt in an hour.
Robins in cages have red breasts.
Let the whole heaven fall into anger.
A pigeon house full of pigeons. pigeon
The whole area is shaking.
A dog stared at the master's door.
It indicates the destruction of the country.
A horse got lost on the road.
Call for human blood to heaven.
Every cry of the hunted hare
The fibers in the brain will tear.
A lark with a broken wing,
An angel stopped singing.
Cockfighting ready for battle
Will the rising sun be afraid?
Every wolf & the howl of a lion
Awaken a person's soul from hell.
Wild deer, the wand ring is here & there,
Keep the human soul away from worry.
Misus the lamb will breed public conflicts.
But forgave the butcher knife.
Bats passing by at dusk
Has left the brain that will not believe.
Owl calling for the night
Spoke the fears of unbelievers.
Who would hurt a little wren?
Will never be loved by men.
The man who angered the cow has gone.
Will never be loved by women.
A dissolute boy who kills flies
Will feel the hostility of spiders.
A person who tortures scarab elves
Weave a gazebo in endless nights.
Catmint on a leaf
Repeat your mother's sadness to you.
Don't kill moths and butterflies,
Because the final judgment is near.
Who will train horses to fight?
Never get past the polar bar.
The beggar's dog&the widow's cat,
Feed them & you'll get fat.
Little insects singing summer songs
Poison comes from a slanderous tongue.
Snake venom & salamander
It's the sweat of jealous feet.
Bee toxin
It is the artist's jealousy.
The robe of the prince & the rags of the beggar of the king
There are poisonous bacteria on the miser's bag.
The truth told with malicious intent.
Better than all the lies you can make up.
This is right, it should be;
People are born to be happy. Sadness;
When we know correctly
We crossed the world safely.
Joey & Sorrow is well woven,
The clothes of the sacred soul;
Under every sadness and pain. yearn for
Bring joy with a silky string.
Baby is not just a rocking belt;
In all these human lands.
Tools are made. Born with hands,
Every farmer understands.
Every tear in every eye
Become an eternal baby.
This was caught by a clever female.
Return to its own happiness.
Baa, barking, screaming & growling.
It's the waves that beat the coast of heaven.
A baby crying down there
Write revenge in the field of death.
Beggar's rags, fluttering in the air,
Will tear the sky to pieces.
Soldiers with swords and weapons. Guns,
Paralysis attacked the summer sun.
The poor man is worthless.
More than all the gold on the coast of Africa.
Twist a coin out of the laborer's hand
Will buy & sell the miser's land:
Or, if protected,
That country sells & buys.
A person who laughs at baby beliefs.
The age and age to be laughed at. Death.
Who should teach children to doubt?
Rotting graves will never come out.
A person who respects the baby's beliefs.
Defeat hell & death.
Children's Toys & Old People's Reasons
It is the fruit of two seasons.
The questioner, sitting so sly,
I will never know how to answer.
One who answers questions.
Put out the light of knowledge.
The strongest poison known.
From Caesar's laurel.
Nothing can transform human beings.
It's like an iron bracket of armor.
When gold & precious stones decorate the plow
The art of peace should envy bowing.
A riddle or the cry of a cricket.
Is to doubt an appropriate answer.
Emmett's inches and. Eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy smile.
People who doubt what they see.
Never believe, do what you want.
If the sun&the moon should doubt
They will go out at once.
Passion is something you can do,
But if you have passion in your heart, that's not good.
Prostitutes & gamblers, by the state
Permit, build the destiny of the country.
Prostitutes peddle in the street.
Will weave the twined sheets of ancient England.
The cry of the winner, the curse of the loser,
Dancing in front of the dead English hearse.
Every night & every morning
Some unfortunate people were born.
Every morning & every night
Some people are born sweet and happy.
Some people are born for endless nights.
We are led to believe lies.
When we don't look through our eyes
Born overnight, destroyed overnight.
When the soul sleeps in the light beam.
God appeared. God is light.
For those poor souls who live at night,
But will a human figure show it?
For those who live in the daytime.
A harbinger of innocence
William blake (1757- 1827)