William Blake,
[Los the Terrible][3] With happiness stretchd across the hills…
“ With the bows of my Mind & the Arrows of Thought My bowstring fierce with Ardour breathes 80 My arrows glow in their golden sheaves My brothers & father march before The heavens drop with human gore ”
William Blake,
[Los the Terrible][3] With happiness stretchd across the hills…
“ W. B. Yeats (1893, rev. 1905) .↑ From the letter to Thomas Butts, 22 November 1802. In the original with no title. ↑ The title was given in "Poems of William Blake", ed. W. B. Yeats (1893, rev. 1905) .↑ From the letter to Thomas Butts, 22 November 1802. In the original with no title. ↑ Lines 7 and 8 of the “Verses” were written in the margin and then marked for insertion with this note: “These 2 lines were omitted in transcribing & ought to come in at X” This work was published before January 1, 1928, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”
