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Sorrow is better than laughter, because when
the face is sad the heart grows wiser.
For in much wisdom there is much sorrow, and
he who stores up knowledge stores up grief.
TRUE
LOVE
Set
me as a seal on your heart, as a seal on your arm;
For
stern as death is love, relentless as the nether world is
devotion: its flames like a blazing fire. Deep
waters cannot quench love, nor floods sweep it away.
Were
one to offer all he owns to purchase love, he would be roundly
mocked.
"Holy
Bible"
| THE
TYGER by WILLIAM BLAKE |
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Tyger!
Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal
hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In
what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what
wings dare seize the fire?
And
What shoulder,and What art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And
when thy heart began to beat, what dread hand? and what dread
feet?
What
the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What
the anvil?
What
dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When
the stars threw down their spears,
And
water'd heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see?
Did
he who made the lamb make thee?
Tyger!
Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal
hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
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