The Divine Image

Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And secrecy the human dress.

The human dress is forged iron,
The human form a fiery forge,
The human face a furnace seal’d,
The human heart its hungry gorge.

- William Blake

- From: Songs of Experience

Quotes

Hoje tinha um embrulho à minha espera quando cheguei a casa! CD's yuppi!!!! Então entreti-me a ver artworks, lyrics, essas coisas todas e deparei-me com frases de escritores conhecidos, em alguns dos álbums. Ora aqui vão elas:

" But only in their dreams can men be truly free, 'Twas always thus, and always thus will be"

John Keating

(no Booklet de Imaginerum - Nightwish

GIF extraído do filme Dead Poets Society)

"Earth raised up her head from the darkness, dread and dread

Her light fled, and her locks covered with grey despair"

William Blake

(no Booklet de A Rose for the Apocalypse - Draconian)

"I keep your memory near my heart, 

My brilliant, beautiful guiding Star,

Till long life over, I too depart

To the infinite night where perhaps you are"

Lawrence Hope (pseudónimo de Adela Florence Nicholson)

 

(no Booklet de A Rose for the Apocalypse - Draconian)

Porque me alegras os dias

 (desenho by me, the kiss)

"I dreamt a dream!  What can it mean?

And that I was a maiden Queen

Guarded by an Angel mild:

Witless woe was ne’er beguiled!

And I wept both night and day,

 And he wiped my tears away;

      And I wept both day and night,

      And hid from him my heart’s delight."

 

(The Angel in Songs of Experience, William Blake)

Lost and Found

THE LITTLE BOY LOST

‘Father, father, where are you going?

Oh do not walk so fast!

Speak, father, speak to your little boy,

Or else I shall be lost.’

The night was dark, no father was there,

The child was wet with dew;

The mire was deep, and the child did weep,

And away the vapour flew.

THE LITTLE BOY FOUND

The little boy lost in the lonely fen,

Led by the wandering light,

Began to cry, but God, ever night,

Appeared like his father, in white.

He kissed the child, and by the hand led,

And to his mother brought,

Who in sorrow pale, through the lonely dale,

Her little boy weeping sought.


(texto de William Blake, extraído da obra "Songs of Innocence and Songs of Experience)