My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thy happiness, - That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. O for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cooled a long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora and ...

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William Blake was an English Poet. He was born on 28th November 1757 in London and lived up till 12th August 1827. Apart from writing poems, he was a painter and a printmaker. His work is considered as the benchmark in the history of visual arts as well as poetry. Blake's visionary poetry is the combination of both his intelligence and wonderful creativeness. However, during his lifetime there was some misunderstanding that cast shadow to his career as a poet ...

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