He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne´er get out.
(William Blake)
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The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won´t believe.
(William Blake)
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Denis Dubois
A truth that´s told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.
(William Blake)
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Denis Dubois
The gnat that sings his summer´s song
Poison gets from Slander´s tongue.
(William Blake)
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Denis Dubois
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro´the world we safely go.
(William Blake)
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Denis Dubois
The poison of the honey-bee
Is the artist´s jealousy.
(William Blake)
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Denis Dubois
The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider´s enmity.
(William Blake)
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Denis Dubois
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever´s fright.
(William Blake)
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Denis Dubois
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar
Are waves that beat on Heaven´s shore.
(William Blake)
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Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
(William Blake)
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