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William Blake

"How can a bird that is born for joySit in a cage and sing?"

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"How can a bird that is born for joySit in a cage and sing?"

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"The stars are threshed, and the souls are threshed from their husks."
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"All futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled, Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage."
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"I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door; So I turn'd to the Garden of Love, That so many sweet flowers bore. And I saw it was filled with graves, And tomb-stones where flowers should be: And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, And binding with briars, my joys & desires."
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"But to go to school in a summer morn,O! It drives all joy away;Under a cruel eye outworn,The little ones spend the dayIn sighing and dismay."
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