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Oh why was I born with a different face?
Why was I not born like the rest of my race?

William Blake

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Blake, William. Letter to Thomas Butts. Aug. 1803.

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Blake, William. "[To] Mr. Butts August 16, 1803 'O why was I born with a different face.'" The Complete Poetry and Prose of William Blake. University of California Press, 2008.

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The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.
The last of the goat is the bounty of God.
The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God.
The nakedness of woman is the work of God.

William Blake

The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

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Blake, William. "Proverbs of Hell." The Marriage of Heaven and Hell. c. 1790.

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Blake, William. "The Marriage of Heaven and Hell." The Complete Poetry and Prose of William Blake, edited by David V. Erdman. University of California Press, 2008.

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Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life and bid the feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, wooly, bright.

William Blake

Songs of Innocence

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Blake, William. "The Lamb." Songs of Innocence. London, 1789.

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Blake, William. "The Lamb." William Blake: Selected Poems, edited by Nicholas Shrimpton. Oxford University Press, 2019.

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Jesus was sitting in Moses’ chair,
They brought the trembling woman there.
Moses commands she be ston’d to death,
What was the sound of Jesus’ breath?
He laid His hand on Moses’ law:
The ancient Heavens, in silent awe,
Writ with curses from pole to pole,
All away began to roll.

William Blake

The Everlasting Gospel

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Blake, William. The Everlasting Gospel. c. 1818.

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Blake, William. "The Everlasting Gospel." Blake: Poems, edited by Peter Washington. Everyman's Library, 1994.

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He who would do good to another must do it in minute particulars;
General good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite, and flatterer:
For art and science cannot exist but in the minutely organized particulars.

William Blake

Jerusalem

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Blake, William. Jerusalem: The Emanation of the Giant Albion. London, c. 1820, ch. 3, plate 55, I. 60.

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Blake, William. "Jerusalem: The Emanation of the Giant Albion." The Complete Poetry and Prose of William Blake. University of California Press, 2008, ch. 3, plate 55, I. 60.

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Poetry fettered fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed, or flourish, in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish!

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Jerusalem

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Blake, William. "To the Public." Jerusalem: The Emanation of the Giant Albion. London, c. 1820.

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Blake, William. "Jerusalem: The Emanation of the Giant Albion." The Complete Poetry and Prose of William Blake. University of California Press, 2008.

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Oh why was I born with a different face? Why was I not born like the rest of my race?

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The pride of the peacock is the glory of God. The last of the goat is the bounty of God. The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God. The nakedness of woman is the work of God.

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Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Gave thee life and bid the feed By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, wooly, bright.

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Jesus was sitting in Moses’ chair, They brought the trembling woman there. Moses commands she be ston’d to death, What was the sound of Jesus’ breath? He laid His hand on Moses’ law: The ancient Heavens, in silent awe, Writ with curses from pole to pole, All away began to roll.

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He who would do good to another must do it in minute particulars; General good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite, and flatterer: For art and science cannot exist but in the minutely organized particulars.

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Poetry fettered fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed, or flourish, in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish!

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Oh why was I born with a different face?
Why was I not born like the rest of my race?

The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.
The last of the goat is the bounty of God.
The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God.
The nakedness of woman is the work of God.

Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life and bid the feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, wooly, bright.

Jesus was sitting in Moses’ chair,
They brought the trembling woman there.
Moses commands she be ston’d to death,
What was the sound of Jesus’ breath?
He laid His hand on Moses’ law:
The ancient Heavens, in silent awe,
Writ with curses from pole to pole,
All away began to roll.

He who would do good to another must do it in minute particulars;
General good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite, and flatterer:
For art and science cannot exist but in the minutely organized particulars.