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# Poetical works of William Blake (Sampson, 1913)/A Song of Liberty

Other versions: A Song of Liberty
A SONG OF LIBERTY
1. The Eternal Female groan'd! It was heard over all the Earth.
2. Albion's coast is sick, silent. The American meadows faint!
3. Shadows of Prophecy shiver along by the lakes and the rivers, and mutter across the ocean. France, rend down thy dungeon!
4. Golden Spain, burst the barriers of old Rome!
5. Cast thy keys, O Rome! into the deep, down falling, even to eternity down falling,
6. And weep.
7. In her trembling hands she took the new-born terror, howling.
8. On those infinite mountains of light, now barr'd out by the Atlantic sea, the new-born fire stood before the starry king!
9. Flagg'd with grey-brow'd snows and thunderous visages, the jealous wings wav'd over the deep.
10. The speary hand burnèd aloft, unbuckled was the shield; forth went the hand of Jealousy among the flaming hair, and hurl'd the new-born wonder thro' the starry night.
11. The fire, the fire, is falling!
12. Look up! look up! O citizen of London, enlarge thy countenance! O Jew, leave counting gold! return to thy oil and wine. O African! black African! Go, winged thought, widen his forehead!
​13. The fiery limbs, the flaming hair, shot like the sinking sun into the western sea.
14. Wak'd from his eternal sleep, the hoary element, roaring, fled away.
15. Down rush'd, beating his wings in vain, the jealous King; his grey-brow'd counsellors, thunderous warriors, curl'd veterans, among helms, and shields, and chariots, horses, elephants, banners, castles, slings, and rocks,
16. Falling, rushing, ruining! buried in the ruins, on Urthona's dens;
17. All night beneath the ruins; then, their sullen flames faded, emerge round the gloomy King.
18. With thunder and fire, leading his starry hosts thro' the waste wilderness, he promulgates his ten commands, glancing his beamy eyelids over the deep in dark dismay,
19. Where the son of fire in his eastern cloud, while the morning plumes her golden breast,
20. Spurning the clouds written with curses, stamps the stony law to dust, loosing the eternal horses from the dens of night, crying: Empire is no more! and now the lion and wolf shall cease.
Chorus
Let the Priests of the Raven of dawn no longer, in deadly black, with hoarse note curse the sons of joy! Nor his accepted brethren—whom, tyrant, he calls free—lay the bound or build the roof! Nor pale Religion's lechery call that Virginity that wishes but acts not!
For everything that lives is Holy!
# Poetry (Coates, "Contemplative and fair, with look divine")

* "Poetry" from The Critic (July 1905)
* "Poetry" from Lyrics of Life (1909)
* "Poetry" from Poems Vol. I (1916)

## References

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# Poetical works of William Cullen Bryant/Upon the Mountain's Distant Head

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# Poetics (Bywater)

Index of scans
Table of contents :
| Title | Page |
| THE POETICS Part I . . | 3 |
| THE POETICS Part II . . | 33 |
| THE POETICS Part III . . | 61 |
| APPENDIX . . | 361 |
| INDEX OF GREEK WORDS . . | 366 |
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# Poet Lore/Volume 4/Number 8-9

Poet-lore
Vol. IV.
Nos. 8 and 9.
——wilt thou not haply saie Truth needs no collour with his collour fixt, Beautie no pensell, beauties truth to lay: But best is best, if neuer intermixt Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb? Excuse not silence so, for’t lies in thee, To make him much out-liue a gilded tombe: And to be praised of ages yet to be. Then do thy office ——
* Karen by Alexander Kielland, translated by Thyge Sógård
* A Boston Criticism of Whitman by John Burroughs
* Discouragement by Nathan Haskell Dole
* Shelley's Faith: its Development and Relativity by Kineton Parkes
* The Celtic Element in Tenyson's 'Lady of Shalott' by Anna Robertson Brown
* The Religious Teachings of Aeschylus by Mary Taylor Blauvelt
* Browning's 'Childe Roland' and its Danish Source by M. Sears Brooks
* Newton's Brain by Jakub Arbes, translated by Josef Jiří Král
* Shakespeare's Compliment to Brantôme by Charles Hugh Hunton
* The Tailed Sonnet by E. B. Brownlow
* Notes and News
* Societies
# Poetical Essay on the Existing State of Things/Notes

NOTES TO ESSAY, &c.
Vices as glaring as the noon-day sun.—See the speech of one of his Majesty's ministers in the last Session of Parliament.—The candour of the Right Hon. Gentleman demands our admiration, his impudence has ceased to surprise us.
Oblivion marks the murdering poor man's tomb.—It cannot be supposed that by this the Author means to justify the crimes of the indigent, but thinks that no earthly power for whatever offence, has a right to deprive an individual of that life which a will, superior to human law, entrusted to his preservation, with which intention human law ought to concur. Confinement, restriction, punishment even is necessary for the support of civilized society; but to shut the door of repentance even upon a murderer, to put an eternal termination to his usefulness in this life, to force him upon an unknown, inconceivable existence, is beyond what we can conceive to be the authority of custom. The morality, if not the necessity of war, must in course be impeached by this argument. If war then is proved to be deleterious, which I think few will deny, then those, in the identification of whom none can hesitate, ought to be deprived of the power of mischief, whose interest, whose desire it is to promote so forcible an outrage on its happiness.
Kings are but men, &c.—By Kings here the Author must be understood to mean, not merely those men who are invested with the regal authority, but also all who are entrusted with the executive part of legislation, to whom more advantages result from the station which they fill, than the consciousness of having discharged their duty for the welfare of their fellow creatures.
We cannot say with Horace "Rex ille est."
# Poetical Essay on the Existing State of Things

POETICAL ESSAY
ON THE
EXISTING STATE OF THINGS.
BY A GENTLEMAN OF THE UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD, FOR ASSISTING TO MAINTAIN IN PRISON MR. PETER FINNERTY, IMPRISONED FOR A LIBEL.
LONDON: SOLD BY B. CROSBY AND CO. AND ALL OTHER BOOKSELLERS.
1811.
Munday and Slatter, Printers, Oxford.
TO
HARRIET W—B—K,
THIS ESSAY
IS MOST RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED BY
THE AUTHOR.
* Preface
* Poetical Essay
* Notes
ERRATA.
Munday and Slatter, Printers Oxford.
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# Poeta Fit, non Nascitur

* "Poeta Fit, non Nascitur" in Phantasmagoria and Other Poems (1869)
* "Poeta fit, non nascitur" in Rhyme? and Reason? (1883)
* "Poeta Fit, non Nascitur" in The Complete Works of Lewis Carroll (1920)
# Poetic Sketches

* Search for titles containing or beginning with: "Poetic Sketches."
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* By Letitia Elizabeth Landon (L. E. L.):
* First series
** Sketch the First, "There are dark yew-trees gathered round, beneath"
** Sketch the Second, "It lay mid trees, a little quiet nest"
** Sketch Third, "’Tis hidden from the sun by the tall elms"
** Sketch Fourth, "The shore was reefed with rocks, whose rugged sides"
** Sketch Fifth, "The palms flung down their shadow, and the air"
** Sketch Sixth, "Down swept the gathered waters over rocks"
* Second Seriesc
** Sketch the First, Sappho
** Sketch the Second, The Contrast
** Sketch the Third, Rosalie
** Sketch the Fourth, St.George’s Hospital, Hyde-Park Corner
** Sketch the Fifth, Mr. Martin’s Picture of Clytie
** Sketch the Sixth, The Deserter
* Third Series
** Sketch the First, The Mine
** Sketch the Second, Gladesmuir
** Sketch the Third, The Minstrel of Portugal
** Sketch the Fourth, The Castilian Nuptuals
** Sketch the Fifth, The Lover's Rock
** Sketch the Sixth, The Basque Girl and Henri Quatre
* Fourth Series
** Sketch I., The Painter
** Sketch II. The Covenanters
** Sketch III., The False One
** Sketch IV., A Village Tale
** Sketch V., The Island
** Sketch VI. The Sailor
* Fifth Series
** Sketch the First, Fidelity
** Sketch the Second, Infidelity
** Sketch the Third, The Knight's Tale
# Popular Science Monthly/Volume 7

DR. WILLIAM WHEWELL
THE
POPULAR SCIENCE
MONTHLY.
CONDUCTED BY E. L. Youman.
VOL. VII.
MAY, 1875, TO OCTOBER, 1875.
NEW YORK: D. APPLETON AND COMPANY, 549 & 551 Broadway
1875.
Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1875,
By D. APPLETON & CO.
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.
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# Poems of Peace/Patience

PATIENCE
Why this fierce struggle to achieve thine ends? This selfish argument? This fire which lends Heat to resentment, ashes to remorse? Canst thou bend Truth and Nature to thy will? Bend thou, and work and wait; be strong and still; Soft growth is stronger than vehement force.
Be as a flower, content to be, to grow In sweetness day by day; content to know The hidden blessing in the seeming curse; A child of Love, unargumentative; Content to be and know—as thou dost live— The simple secret of the Universe.
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# Poems of Peace/Practice and Perception

PRACTICE AND PERCEPTION
Questioning Life and Destiny and Truth, I sought the dark and labyrinthine Sphinx, Who spake to me this strange and wondrous thing:— “Concealment only lies in blinded eyes, And God alone can see the Form of God.”
I sought to solve this hidden mystery Vainly by paths of blindness and of pain, But when I found the Way of Love and Peace, Concealment ceased, and I was blind no more: Then saw I God e’en with the eyes of God.
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# Poems of Peace/Self-Sacrifice

SELF-SACRIFICE
Great glory crowns the heights of hope by arduous struggle won; Bright honour rounds the hoary head that mighty works hath done; Fair riches come to him who strives in ways of golden gain, And fame enshrines his name who works with genius- glowing brain:
But greater glory waits for him who, in the bloodless strife ’Gainst self and wrong, adopts, in love, the sacrificial life;
And brighter honour rounds the brow of him who, ’mid the scorns Of blind idolaters of self, accepts the crown of thorns; And fairer, purer riches come to him who greatly
strives To walk in ways of love and truth to sweeten human lives; And he who serveth well mankind exchanges fleeting fame For Light eternal, Joy and Peace, and robes of heavenly flame.
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# Poems of Peace/The End of Evil

THE END OF EVIL
All evil passes from us when we find The Way of Good; when word and deed and mind Are shaped to Truth and Wisdom; then we see The end of bondage and captivity.
All good is ever with us; we but want Wisdom to take it; we are poor and scant Only in lacking wisdom; that acquired, The good is ours that we so long desired.
Be still, my soul, and know that peace is thine; Be steadfast, heart, and know that strength divine Belongs to thee; cease from thy turmoil, mind, And thou the Everlasting Rest shalt find.
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# Poems of Peace/The Inward Purity

THE INWARD PURITY
Find ye that life is anguish, and that self-love is a chain That binds thy quivering soul, and cuts with biting
stings of pain? Grieve ye where Slander’s serpents trail beneath fair flowers of Trust? Or weep where Friendship buried lies ’neath Hatred’s fulsome dust? Then listen,—Selfish sweets are brief, and fleeting self- hood’s ties, But there abides a fadeless Love, a Life that never dies; A path there is which Serpent slime hath never yet defiled, Where weary feet find rest and peace, and are no more beguiled: And that pure Love and Life are his whose inmost heart is free From unforgiveness, judgment false, and self and enmity; And that fair Path of Peace he walks whose memory holds no stain Of injuries past; that blameless heart hath reached the end of pain.
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# Poems of Peace/The Music of the Sea

THE MUSIC OF THE SEA
I love to hear the music of the sea, As, playing on the everlasting shore, Its strange, profound, and mystic melody, It chants the soul of man for evermore.
It sings of wreckful passion when it beats With unrestrained wildness on the rocks; Then with succeeding sorrow it retreats, Sobbing o’er pain of self-inflicted shocks.
Of martyrdom and silent pain it speaks When, dumbly moaning, languidly it rolls; And weirdly wails, as on the rocks it breaks, The deadness and despair of human souls.
Its scintillations on the pebbly beach, Mingling with sunshine and the playful breeze, Are bubbling merriment and mirth that reach No deeper than the sensuous vision sees.
When, scarcely murmuring, placidly it lies, It whispers of the silent heart of peace; Of that unutterable state where dies Passion, and all our human sorrows cease.
Playful, perturbed, peaceful, tempestuous, Reflected in thy heart, thy peace, thy strife, Is the strange passion and the peace in us, The madness and the wisdom of our life.
Thou symbol of the human soul, O sea! I love to hear thee, on the lonely shore Chanting thy everlasting melody, Singing the soul of man for evermore.
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# Poems of Peace/The White Robe

THE WHITE ROBE
The White Robe of the Heart Invisible Is stained with sin and sorrow, grief and pain, And all repentant pools and springs of prayer Shall not avail to wash it white again.
While in the path of ignorance I walk, The stains of error will not cease to cling; Defilements mark the crooked path of self, Where anguish lurks and disappointments sting.
Knowledge and wisdom only can avail To purify and make my garment clean, For therein lie love’s waters; therein rests Peace undisturbed, eternal, and serene.
Sin and repentance is the path of pain, Knowledge and wisdom is the path of Peace; By the near way of practice I will find Where bliss begins, how pains and sorrows cease.
Self shall depart, and Truth shall take its place; The Changeless One, the Indivisible Shall take up His abode in me, and cleanse The White Robe of the Heart Invisible.
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# Poems of Peace/The lowly Way

THE LOWLY WAY
All ways are waiting for my feet to tread, The light and dark, the living and the dead, The broad and narrow way, the high and low, The good and bad, and with quick step or slow, I now may enter any way I will, And find, by walking, which is good, which ill.
And all good things my wand'ring feet await, If I but come, with vow inviolate, Unto the narrow, high and holy way Of heart-born purity, and therein stay; Walking, secure from him who taunts and scorns, To flowery meads, across the path of thorns.
And I may stand where health, success, and power Await my coming, if, each fleeting hour, I cling to love and patience; and abide With stainlessness; and never step aside From high integrity; so shall I see At last the land of immortality.
And I may seek and find; I may achieve;
I may not claim, but, losing, may retrieve. The Law bends not for me, but I must bend Unto the Law, if I would reach the end Of my afflictions, if I would restore My soul to Light and Life, and weep no more.
Not mine the arrogant and selfish claim To all good things; be mine the lowly aim To seek and find, to know and comprehend, And wisdom-ward all holy footsteps wend. Nothing is mine to claim or to command, But all is mine to know and understand.
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# Poems of Peace/Restored

RESTORED
Eager for strife and struggle, self and gain, And heeding not the gentle Voice of Truth, We strive and wrestle in dark ways of pain, And, blind and lost in passion, we disdain The unobtrusive Way of Love and ruth; So live we on in sorrow and in woe, Nor rest can find, nor blessèd gladness know.
Tired of strife and anger, hate and pain, And weary of the wranglings of the Schools, We turn, and look into your face again, Beloved brother, sister; nor in vain Search we with purer eyes; but as in pools Soft, deep, and silent, gaze we, finding rest; So pass we on our way, refreshed and blest.
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# Poems of Peace/The Righteous Man

THE RIGHTEOUS MAN
No harmful shaft can reach the righteous man, Standing erect amid the storms of hate, Defying hurt and injury and ban, Surrounded by the trembling slaves of Fate.
Majestic in the strength of silent power, Serene he stands, nor changes not nor turns; Patient and firm in suffering’s darkest hour, Time bends to him, and death and doom he spurns.
Wrath’s lurid lightnings round about him play, And hell’s deep thunders roll about his head; Yet heeds he not, for him they cannot slay Who stands whence earth and time and space are fled.
Sheltered by deathless love, what fear hath he? Armoured in changeless Truth, what can he know Of loss and gain? Knowing eternity, He moves not whilst the shadows come and go.
Call him immortal, call him Truth and Light And splendour of prophetic majesty Who bideth thus amid the powers of Night, Clothed with the glory of divinity.
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# Popular Science Monthly/Volume 41

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# Precious Bible! What a Treasure

The word more precious than gold by John Newton
    Precious Bible! what a treasure
    Does the Word of God afford?
    All I want for life or pleasure,
    Food and med’cine, shield and sword:
    Let the world account me poor,
    Having this I need no more.
    Food to which the world’s a stranger,
    Here my hungry soul enjoys;
    Of excess there is no danger,
    Though it fills, it never cloys:
    On a dying Christ I feed,
    He is meat and drink indeed.
    When my faith is faint and sickly,
    Or when Satan wounds my mind,
    Cordials, to revive me quickly,
    Healing med’cines here I find:
    To the promises I flee,
    Each affords a remedy.
    In the hour of dark temptation
    Satan cannot make me yield;
    For the Word of consolation
    Is to me a mighty shield
    While the scripture truths are sure,
    From his malice I’m secure.
    Vain his threats to overcome me,
    When I take the Spirits’ sword;
    Then with ease I drive him from me.
    Satan trembles at the word:
    ’Tis a sword for conquest made,
    Keen the edge, and strong the blade.
    Shall I envy then the miser
    Doting on his golden store?
    Sure I am, or should be, wiser,
    I am rich, ’tis he is poor:
    Jesus gives me in his word,
    Food and med’cine, shield and sword.
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# Proclamation 4598

Delivered on 20 September 1978.
By the President of the United States of America A Proclamation
Three hundred and forty-two years ago, the First Militia Regiment of the Massachusetts Bay Colony was organized to enable the colonists to defend themselves and their settlement. That step toward citizen self-defense was the beginning of our National Guard, the oldest military organization in the United States.
Over those three centuries, names have changed-Militia, State Troops, State Volunteers, and, finally, the National Guard-but the spirit of the citizensoldier has been constant. It is exemplified by those who stand prepared to leave their civilian occupations, don the uniform of their Country, and serve their States and their Nation when the need arises.
In time of war, the Guard is always ready to serve. At King's Mountain, the Meuse-Argonne, Bataan, Omaha Beach, and the Iron Triangle, during the Berlin Airlift and Vietnam, the Guard has served in every major conflict in which this country has engaged.
When disaster strikes in time of peace, the Guard is equally ready to serve-as it has, in recent years, at Johnstown, Texas City, and in the wake of Hurricane Agnes.
In recognition of the debt of gratitude owed by the people of the United States to those who serve as members of the National Guard, the Congress has authorized and requested the President to issue a proclamation designating October 7, 1978, as National Guard Day.
Now, THEREFORE, I, JIMMY CARTER, President of the United States of America, ask all Americans to celebrate Saturday, October 7, 1978, as National Guard Day and to honor the Army and Air National Guard of the United States for service to their communities, to their States and to their Nation.
IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand this twentieth day of September, in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred seventy-eight, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and third.
JIMMY CARTER
[Filed with the Office of the Federal Register, 10:36 a.m., September 21, 1978]
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# Proclamation 4602

Delivered on 27 September 1978.
By the President of the United States of America A Proclamation
The interdependence of farms and cities is one of the basic strengths of the Nation.
Farm people and city people have long been partners in economic and social progress. Their partnership in the use of land, labor and capital is essential if this country is to have a continuing and adequate supply of safe, wholesome food and an abundance of goods and services and reasonable prices.
To achieve a better mutual understanding of the interdependence that farm and city people bring to one another, and for the strength, well-being and benefit of all Americans, our Nation has traditionally set aside one week in November as Farm-City Week.
Now, THEREFORE, I, JIMMY CARTER, President of the United States of America, do hereby designate the period November 17 through November 23, 1978, as National Farm-City Week.
IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand this twenty-seventh day of September, in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred seventy-eight, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and third.
JIMMY CARTER
[Filed with the Office of the Federal Register, 11: 22 a.m., September 27, 1978]
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# Proclamation 4606

Delivered on 20 October 1978.
By the President of the United States of America A Proclamation
Families differ, but the values of family life are unchanging-warmth, love, compassion, support, and understanding. Families are the building blocks of civilization. Our social and individual achievements, be they great or small, can generally be traced to early family influences. Family values are our most fundamental and lasting heritage.
Changing social patterns have threatened family stability. In today's increasingly complex world it is important to maintain the values and continuity of family life. All families are important, but the extended family, the foster family and the adoptive family play a special role by relieving the isolation of those who lack the comfort of a loving nuclear family.
Thus, National Family Week offers the opportunity to pay special tribute to those who open their homes and provide the warmth of family life to those who would otherwise be alone. We salute all families as we focus attention this week on opportunities to restore their strength and help them meet the challenges of contemporary society.
Now, THEREFORE, I, JIMMY CARTER, President of the United States of America, in accordance with a joint resolution of Congress, do hereby proclaim the week of November 19, 1978, as National Family Week and call upon the American people to observe this week with appropriate thoughts and actions in their houses and communities.
IN WITNESS WHEREOF, I have hereunto set my hand this twentieth day of October, in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred seventy-eight, and of the Independence of the United States of America the two hundred and third.
JIMMY CARTER
[Filed with the Office of the Federal Register, 10:29 a.m., October 23, 1978]
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