William Blake Quotes About Summer

Quotes about: Summer

• O thou who passest through our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils! Thou, O Summer, Oft pitchest here thy golden tent, and oft Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.

  William Blake

  Summer, Flames, Hair

• Little fly, thy summer's play My thoughtless hand has brushed away. Am not I a fly like thee? Or art not thou a man like me? For I dance and drink and sing, Till some blind hand shall brush my wing!

  William Blake

  Summer, Art, Animal

  William Blake (2005). “Collected Poems”, p.72, Routledge

• How sweet I roamed from field to field, And tasted all the summer's pride, Till I the prince of love beheld, Who in the sunny beams did glide!

  William Blake

  Love, Summer, Sweet

  William Blake, David Fuller (2000). “William Blake: Selected Poetry and Prose”, p.45, Pearson Education

• 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 day In sighing and dismay.

  William Blake

  Summer, School, Eye

  William Blake, Andrew Lincoln (1991). “Songs of Innocence and of Experience”, p.202, Princeton University Press

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