Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, ‘What wailing wight
Calls the watchman of the night?’— William Blake (@williamblakebot) November 8, 2019
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on: November 08, 2019 at 09:56AM
At last to the East, distant about three degrees, appeared a fiery crest above the waves; slowly it reared like a ridge of golden rocks, till we discovered two globes of crimson fire, from which the sea fled away in clouds of smoke; and now we saw it was the head of Leviathan.
— William Blake (@williamblakebot) October 18, 2019
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on: October 18, 2019 at 01:56PM
Beneath us was nothing now to be seen but a black tempest, till looking East between the clouds and the waves, we saw a cataract of blood mixed with fire, and not many stones’ throw from us appeared and sunk again the scaly fold of a monstrous serpent.
— William Blake (@williamblakebot) October 18, 2019
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on: October 18, 2019 at 12:56PM
But now, from between the black and white spiders, a cloud and fire burst and rolled through the deep, blackening all beneath so that the nether deep grew black as a sea, and rolled with a terrible noise.
— William Blake (@williamblakebot) October 18, 2019
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on: October 18, 2019 at 11:56AM
These are Devils, and are called powers of the air. I now asked my companion which was my eternal lot. He said: “Between the black and white spiders.”
— William Blake (@williamblakebot) October 18, 2019
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on: October 18, 2019 at 10:56AM
…round it were fiery tracks on which revolved vast spiders, crawling after their prey, which flew, or rather swum, in the infinite deep, in the most terrific shapes of animals sprung from corruption; and the air was full of them, and seemed composed of them.
— William Blake (@williamblakebot) October 18, 2019
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on: October 18, 2019 at 09:56AM
By degrees we beheld the infinite abyss, fiery as the smoke of a burning city; beneath us at an immense distance was the sun, black but shining;
— William Blake (@williamblakebot) October 18, 2019
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on: October 18, 2019 at 08:56AM
Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, ‘What wailing wight
Calls the watchman of the night?’— William Blake (@williamblakebot) October 9, 2019
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on: October 09, 2019 at 07:56AM
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?— William Blake (@williamblakebot) September 12, 2019
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on: September 12, 2019 at 09:56AM
7. In her trembling hands she took the new-born terror, howling.
— William Blake (@williamblakebot) April 8, 2019
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on: April 08, 2019 at 12:56PM