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28 Cards in this Set
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Pipe a song about a Lamb; So I piped with merry chear, Piper pipe that song again— So I piped, he wept to hear.
Drop thy pipe thy happy pipe Sing thy songs of happy chear, So I sung the same again While he wept with joy to hear |
Introduction to Songs of Innocence Blake |
Pipers... |
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Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of Heaven among Beneath them sit the aged men wise guardians of the poor Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door |
Holy Thursday from Songs of Innocence Blake |
Children, pity, religious imagery, priests, angels, poor |
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O what a multitude they seemd these flowers of London town Seated in companies they sit with radiance all their own The hum of multitudes was there but multitudes of lambs Thousands of little boys & girls raising their innocent hands |
Holy Thursday from Songs of Innocence Blake |
children, lambs |
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There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved, so I said, "Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head's bare, You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair." |
The Chimney Sweeper from Songs of Innocence Blake |
sad children, lambs, Tom, white/black |
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Then naked & white, all their bags left behind, They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind. And the Angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy, He'd have God for his father & never want joy. |
The Chimney Sweeper from Songs of Innocence Blake |
death, angels, Tom, children, goodness, joy, clouds |
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And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark And got with our bags & our brushes to work. Though the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm; So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm. |
The Chimney Sweeper from Songs of Innocence Blake |
Work, children, warmth, innocence, duty |
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And by came an Angel who had a bright key, And he opened the coffins & set them all free; Then down a green plain, leaping, laughing they run, And wash in a river and shine in the Sun. |
The Chimney Sweeper from Songs of Innocence Blake |
Angel, children, innocence, |
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Then naked & white, all their bags left behind, They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind. |
The Chimney Sweeper from Songs of Innocence Blake |
light/dark imagery, clouds, death, innocence |
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Hear the voice of the Bard! |
Introduction to Songs of Experience Blake |
Holy, 'Voice of the Bard' - a call to listen to a story (purpose of an introduction), weeping, fallenness |
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O Earth O Earth return! |
Introduction to Songs of Experience Blake |
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Turn away no more: |
Introduction to Songs of Experience Blake |
Call to action - not turning away |
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A little black thing among the snow, Crying "weep! 'weep!" in notes of woe! "Where are thy father and mother? say?" "They are both gone up to the church to pray. |
The Chimney Sweeper from Songs of Experience Blake |
black/white imagery, sad children, church (institution), woe |
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Because I was happy upon the heath, And smil'd among the winter's snow, They clothed me in the clothes of death, And taught me to sing the notes of woe. |
The Chimney Sweeper from Songs of Experience Blake |
happiness, innocence, death, woe |
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And because I am happy and dance and sing, They think they have done me no injury, And are gone to praise God and his Priest and King, Who make up a heaven of our misery." |
The Chimney Sweeper from Songs of Experience Blake |
Innocence, God, religious institutional imagery, children |
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Is this a holy thing to see, In a rich and fruitful land, Babes reducd to misery, Fed with cold and usurous hand? |
Holy Thursday from Songs of Experience Blake |
Children, holy, |
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Is that trembling cry a song? Can it be a song of joy? And so many children poor? It is a land of poverty! |
Holy Thursday from Songs of Experience Blake |
poor children, poverty, innocence, joy, singing |
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And their sun does never shine. And their fields are bleak & bare. And their ways are fill'd with thorns. It is eternal winter there. |
Holy Thursday from Songs of Experience Blake |
reality of the EXPERIENCE stage |
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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. |
London from Songs of Experience Blake |
Thames (London), weakness and woe. (no one uses 'woe' as frequently as Blake) |
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In every cry of every Man, In every Infant’s cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg’d manacles I hear. |
London from Songs of Experience Blake |
Infants, crying, fear |
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How the chimney-sweeper’s cry Every black’ning church appals; And the hapless soldier’s sigh Runs in blood down palace walls. |
London from Songs of Experience |
Much more vague in reference to chimney sweepers than the Chimney Sweeper poems, church imagery, blackness, death |
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But most thro’ midnight streets I hear How the youthful harlot’s curse Blasts the new-born infant’s tear, And blights with plagues the marriage hearse. |
London from Songs of Experience Blake |
Infant, crying, death |
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You throw the sand against the wind, And the wind blows it back again. |
Mock On, Mock On |
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And every sand becomes a gem Reflected in the beams divine; Blown back they blind the mocking eye, But still in Israel’s paths they shine. |
Mock On, Mock On Blake |
Israel -- Jerusalem, mocking, religious imagery (beams divine) |
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The atoms of Democritus And Newton’s particles of light Are sands upon the Red Sea shore, Where Israel’s tents do shine so bright. |
Mock On, Mock On Blake |
Israel - Jerusalem, light/dark, light/dark, Red Sea, discrediting science |
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And was the holy Lamb of God, On Englands pleasant pastures seen! |
And Did Those Feet Blake |
holy, lamb, God, pastures |
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And did the Countenance Divine, Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here, Among these dark Satanic Mills? |
And Did Those Feet Blake |
Divinity, light/dark, cloud, Jerusalem |
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Bring me my Bow of burning gold: Bring me my arrows of desire: Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold! Bring me my Chariot of fire! |
And Did Those Feet Blake |
Religious imagery, clouds, light/dark, tools to build Jerusalem |
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I will not cease from Mental Fight, Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand: Till we have built Jerusalem, In Englands green & pleasant Land. |
And Did Those Feet Blake |
Religious imagery, Jerusalem |