william blake powerpoint
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This powerpoint gives information over William Blake along with two of his poems.TRANSCRIPT
William Blake
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About William BlakeWilliam Blake, born in London on the 28th of
November in 1757, was an English poet, painter and printmaker. He was the third of seven children, two of whom died in infancy. He attended school long enough to learn reading and writing and left at the age of 10. William is considered a seminal figure for the history of poetry and visual arts of the Romantic age.
William Blake's Family
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Cradle song
SLEEP sleep beauty bright Dreaming in the joys of
night; Sleep sleep; in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.
Sweet babe in thy face 5 Soft desires I can trace Secret joys and secret
smiles Little pretty infant wiles.
As thy softest limbs I feel Smiles as of the morning steal 10
O'er thy cheek and o'er thy breast
Where thy little heart doth rest.
O the cunning wiles that creep In thy little heart asleep!
When thy little heart doth wake 15
Then the dreadful night shall break.
Cradle SongCradle song is meant to be a lullaby sung by a mother to her child. This mother is watching over her newborn baby while praising her child with love and joy.
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A Little Girl LostChildren of the future age,Reading this indignant page,Know that in a former timeLove, sweet love, was thought a crime.
In the age of gold,Free from winter's cold,Youth and maiden bright,To the holy light,Naked in the sunny beams delight.
Once a youthful pair,Filled with softest care,Met in garden brightWhere the holy lightHad just removed the curtains of the night.
my hoary hair!'
Then, in rising day,On the grass they play;Parents were afar,Strangers came not near,And the maiden soon forgot her fear.
Tired with kisses sweet,They agree to meetWhen the silent sleepWaves o'er heaven's deep,And the weary tired wanderers weep.
To her father whiteCame the maiden bright;But his loving look,Like the holy bookAll her tender limbs with terror shook.
'Ona, pale and weak,To thy father speak!Oh the trembling fear!Oh the dismal careThat shakes the blossoms of
A Little Girl Lost
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I believe William Blake is trying to explain to people that live in a better life, how love was thought of as a crime in the former life. Two youth meet at night when everyone is asleep. She returns home struck with terror when asked to speak to him.
Death Of William Blake
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William Blake died August 12, 1827 due to the struggle against an illness in the liver. His lifelong engraving practice had exposed him to noxious fumes damaging his immune system. His joy really did outweigh the pain so he continued becoming a worldwide famous painter and English poet.