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Originally Posted by Farmer John
I think Blake must have sailed on the GD in his time. A lot of engineering in here.
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand, dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Definitely some references to our fearsomely secret Injuns in there. Tmac, have you had your crayons out again?
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Be still my beating heart. Farmer John, how did you know that Blake was one of my all time favourite poets. Several years ago I had to deliver a paper on him and his life and I have been fortunate enough over the years to go to several exhibitions of his work. One that was especially important for me was at the State Gallery of Victoria, a time when I could educate my DIL about this wonderful and, for his time, Avant gaurde man. I feel sure he will melt Tmacs' heart.
