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William Blake - Auguries ofInnocence

To see aworld in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

A robinredbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.

Adove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.

A horsemisused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.

A skylarkwounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.

Everywolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.

The wilddeer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.

The batthat flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.

He whoshall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.

The wantonboy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.

Thecaterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.

He whoshall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.

The gnatthat sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.

The poisonof the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.

Theprince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.

It isright it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.

Joy andwoe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.

The babeis more than swaddling bands;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;

This iscaught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.

The babethat weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.

Thesoldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.

One mitewrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.

He whomocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.

He whorespects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.

Thequestioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.

Thestrongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.

When goldand gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.

Theemmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.

If the sunand moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.

The whoreand gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.

Thewinner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.

Everynight and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.

Some areborn to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.

We are ledto believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.

Godappears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.

去年元夜时，花市灯如昼。
月上柳梢头，人约黄昏后。
今年元夜时，月与灯依旧。
不见去年人，泪湿春衫袖。

红藕香残玉簟秋。

轻解罗裳，独上兰舟。
云中谁寄锦书来？

雁字回时，月满西楼。
花自飘零水自流。

一种相思，两处闲愁。
此情无计可消除，

才下眉头，却上心头。