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Then you, ye auld, snick-drawing dog!
Ye cam to Paradise incog,
An play’d on man a cursed brogue
(Black be your fa’l)
An’gied the infant warld a shog,
‘Maist ruin’d a’.

Lang syne in Eden’s bonie yard,
When youthfu’ lovers first were pair’d,
An’ all the soul of love they shar’d
The raptur’d hour,
Sweet n the fragrant, flow’ry swaird,
In shady bow’r:
(This and next bit from Robert Burn’s Address to the Deil) (devil)

A fig for those by law protected
Liberty’s a glorious feast
Courts for cowards were erected
Churches built to please the priest.
-Robert Burns

These last few posts are from “Augeries of Innocence.”

It is right it should be so; man was made for joy and woe; and when this we rightly know, through the world, we safely go. joy and woe are woven fine, a clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine runs a joy with silken twine.
God appears and God is light to the to those poor souls who dwell in night; but does a human form display to those who dwell in realms of Day.

And so passed the Blake section. Enjoyable!
Ah! Sun-flower.
Augeries of Innocence maybe my fav of the bunch.
-a robin red breast in a cage, puts all heaven in a rage. The lamb misused breeds public strife, and yet forgives the butchers knife. A truth that’s told with bad intense beats all the lies you can invent.

Auguries of Innocence
Wowowowow. Maybe my favorite so far.

The first 4 or so poems are William Blake.
Some nice lines:
Within the watery glass (river)
Lo! The vault of paved heaven.
The poems: Song and To Spring.

And mocks my loss of liberty

To Spring is my favorite of these opening four.

Going to read one or two poems from this a day. So probably a year or so to finish. I want to love poetry.