All pictures that's panted with sense and with thoughtAre panted by madmen, as sure as a groat;For the greater the fool is the pencil more blest,As when they are drunk they always pant best.They never can Raphael it, Fuseli it, nor Blake i...

Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, Some in their wealth, some in their bodies' force, Some in their garments, though new-fangled ill, Some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse; And every humour hath his adjunct pleas...

Пять основ у одинокой птицы есьм:Первая - поёт она самую тихую песнь;Вторая - к звёздам далёким она улетает;Третья - по птицам, подобным ей, не скучает;Четвёртая - клюв её направлен к небесному свету;И пятая - никакого цвета у её птичь...

She was a middle class girl She was in over her headShe thought she wouldstand up in the deep endHe had a bullet proof smileHe had money to burnShe thought she had the moonin her pocketBut now she's deadShe's so...

Why of the sheep do you not learn peace?Beacause i don't want you to shear my fleece.Ответ священнику.Уильям БлэйкПочему же у мирных овец ты не хочешь учиться смиренно?Потому что тогда постригать вы начнете меня откровенно....

My mother groaned, my father wept,Into the dangerous world I leapt;Helpless, naked, piping loud,Like a fiend hid in a cloud.Struggling in my father's hands,Striving against my swaddling bands,Bound and weary, I thought best...

Well I learned the tradeFrom Piggy KnowlesSing Sing Tommy Shay BoysGod used me as hammer boysTo beat his weary drum todayHoist that rag [2x]The sun is up the world is flatDamn good address for a ratThe smell...

I met a traveller from an antique landWho said: - Two vast and trunkless legs of stoneStand in the desert. Near them on the sand,Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frownAnd wrinkled lip and sneer of cold commandTell that its scu...

The wild winds weep,And the night is a-cold;Come hither, Sleep,And my griefs enfold! . . .But lo! the morning peepsOver the eastern steeps,And the rustling beds of dawnThe earth do scorn.?Lo! to the vaultOf pav;d he...

Three Virgins at the break of day:`Whither, young man, whither awayAlas for woe! alas for woe!'They cry, and tears for ever flow.The one was cloth'd in flames of fire,The other cloth'd in iron wire,The other cloth'd in tears and si...