Poesia Consagrada
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Título | Term | Views | Replies | Date |
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William Blake |
William Blake Poems : The Lily
The modest Rose puts forth a thorn, The humble sheep a threat'ning horn: ... |
General | 864 | Sat, 05/07/2011 - 01:04 | |
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William Blake |
William Blake Poems : The Little Black Boy
My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but oh my soul is white!... |
General | 635 | Sat, 05/07/2011 - 01:06 | |
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William Blake |
William Blake Poems : The Little Boy Found
The little boy lost in the lonely fen, Led by the wandering light, Began to... |
General | 769 | Sat, 05/07/2011 - 01:07 | |
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William Blake |
William Blake Poems : A Little Boy Lost
"Nought loves another as itself, Nor venerates another so, Nor is it... |
General | 634 | Sat, 05/07/2011 - 01:08 | |
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William Blake |
William Blake Poems : The Little Boy Lost
"Father, father, where are you going? Oh do not walk so fast! Speak,... |
General | 741 | Sat, 05/07/2011 - 01:09 | |
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William Blake |
William Blake Poems : The Little Girl Found
All the night in woe Lyca's parents go Over valleys deep, While the... |
General | 558 | Sat, 05/07/2011 - 01:10 | |
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William Blake |
William Blake Poems : A Little Girl Lost
Children of the future age, Reading this indignant page, Know that in a former... |
General | 593 | Sat, 05/07/2011 - 01:12 | |
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William Blake |
Walt Whitman Poems : The Little Girl Lost
In futurity I prophetic see That the earth from sleep (Grave the... |
General | 923 | Sat, 05/07/2011 - 01:13 | |
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William Blake |
Walt Whitman Poems : The Little Vagabond
Dear mother, dear mother, the Church is cold; But the Alehouse is healthy, and... |
General | 626 | Sat, 05/07/2011 - 01:14 | |
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William Blake |
Walt Whitman Poems : London
I wandered through each chartered street, Near where the chartered Thames does flow,... |
General | 819 | Sat, 05/07/2011 - 01:15 | |
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William Blake |
Walt Whitman Poems : Love's Secret
Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be, For the gentle wind... |
Love | 1.559 | Sat, 05/07/2011 - 01:16 | |
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William Blake |
Walt Whitman Poems : My Pretty Rose Tree
A flower was offered to me, Such a flower as May never bore; But I said "... |
General | 522 | Sat, 05/07/2011 - 01:24 | |
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William Blake |
Walt Whitman Poems : Night
The sun descending in the west, The evening star does shine; The birds are... |
General | 939 | Sat, 05/07/2011 - 01:25 | |
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William Blake |
Walt Whitman Poems : Nurse's Song
When the voices of children are heard on the green, And laughing is heard on the hill... |
Song | 1.355 | Sat, 05/07/2011 - 01:26 | |
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William Blake |
Walt Whitman Poems : Nurse's Song II
When voices of children are heard on the green, And whisperings are in the dale,... |
Song | 1.445 | Sat, 05/07/2011 - 01:27 | |
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William Blake |
Walt Whitman Poems : On Another's Sorrow
Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's... |
General | 725 | Sat, 05/07/2011 - 01:27 | |
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William Blake |
Walt Whitman Poems : A Poison Tree
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry... |
General | 694 | Sat, 05/07/2011 - 01:28 | |
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William Blake |
William Blake Poems : The Schoolboy
I love to rise on a summer morn, When birds are singing on every tree; The... |
General | 597 | Sat, 05/07/2011 - 01:30 | |
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William Blake |
William Blake Poems : The Shepherd
How sweet is the Shepherd's sweet lot! From the morn to the evening he stays;... |
General | 505 | Sat, 05/07/2011 - 01:30 | |
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William Blake |
William Blake Poems : The Sick Rose
O rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm, That flies in the night, In... |
Sadness | 1.687 | Sat, 05/07/2011 - 01:31 | |
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William Blake |
William Blake Poems : A Song
Sweet dreams, form a shade O'er my lovely infant's head! Sweet dreams... |
Song | 1.130 | Sat, 05/07/2011 - 01:32 | |
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William Blake |
William Blake Poems : Spring
Sound the flute! Now it's mute! Bird's delight, Day and night,... |
Joy | 1.479 | Sat, 05/07/2011 - 01:33 | |
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William Blake |
William Blake Poems : Tiriel
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And Aged Tiriel. stood before the Gates of his beautiful palace... |
Tale | 1.349 | Sat, 05/07/2011 - 01:36 | |
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William Blake |
William Blake Poems : To Autumn
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'd With the blood of the grape, pass not,... |
Dedicated | 808 | Sat, 05/07/2011 - 01:37 | |
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William Blake |
William Blake Poems : To Morning
O holy virgin! clad in purest white, Unlock heav'n's golden gates, and issue... |
Dedicated | 552 | Sat, 05/07/2011 - 01:38 | |
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William Blake |
William Blake Poems : To Spring
O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down Thro' the clear windows of the morning,... |
Dedicated | 678 | Sat, 05/07/2011 - 01:42 | |
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William Blake |
William Blake Poems : To Summer
O thou who passest thro' our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds,... |
Dedicated | 703 | Sat, 05/07/2011 - 01:43 | |
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William Blake |
William Blake Poems : To the Evening Star
Thou fair-haired angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains,... |
Dedicated | 1.029 | Sat, 05/07/2011 - 01:44 | |
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William Blake |
William Blake Poems : To Tirzah
Whate'er is born of mortal birth Must be consumed with the earth, To rise... |
Dedicated | 2.421 | Sat, 05/07/2011 - 01:45 | |
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William Blake |
William Blake Poems : To Winter
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou built thy... |
Dedicated | 1.793 | Sat, 05/07/2011 - 01:45 |