The Sick Rose Poem by William Blake
O Rose, thou art sick!The invisible wormThat flies in the night,In the howling storm,Has found out thy bedOf crimson joy:And his d…
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Solitude
To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell,To slowly trace the forest's shady scene,Where things that own not man's dominion dwe…
Your Immune System
Your Immune System 5 Harmless Habits That Mow Down Your Immune System How often do you get sick? If it happens more than 2-3 time…
She Walks In Beauty
She walks in Beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that's best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect a…
Who Ever Loved That Loved Not at First Sight?
It lies not in our power to love or hate,For will in us is overruled by fate.When two are stripped, long ere the course begin,We w…
The Passionate Shepherd to his Love
Come live with me and be my love,And we will all the pleasures proveThat valleys, groves, hills, and fields,Woods, or steepy mount…
On Salathiel Pavy
A child of Queen Elizabeth's ChapelEpitaphs: iiWEEP with me, all you that readThis little story;And know, for whom a tear you shed…
On Poet-Ape
Poor POET-APE, that would be thought our chief,Whose works are e'en the frippery of wit,From brokage is become so bold a thief,As …
On Don Surly
Don Surly, to aspire the glorious nameOf a great man, and to be thought the same,Makes serious use of all great trade he know.He s…
Ode upon the Censure of his New Inn
Come, leave the loathed stage,And the more loathsome age;Where pride and impudence, in faction knit,Usurp the chair of wit!Indicti…
