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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BLAKE, by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE Poet's Biography First Line: They win who never near the goal Last Line: He made a world his own. Subject(s): Blake, William (1757-1827) | |||
THEY win who never near the goal; They run who halt on wounded feet; Art hath its martyrs like the soul, Its victors in defeat. This seer's ambition soar'd too far; He sank, on pinions backward blown; But, tho' he touched nor sun nor star, He made a world his own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY FATHER'S FACE by HAYDEN CARRUTH NOVEMBER 23, 1989; AFTER BLAKE by NORMAN DUBIE IN THE OCTAGONAL ROOM by ANSELM HOLLO ARTIFACT: FIRST OF ALL, SEA; AND HALF OF THE SEA IS TRUTH, HALF WIND by ELENI SIKELIANOS TWO DICTA OF WILLIAM BLAKE: VARIATIONS by ROBERT DUNCAN FEBRUARY IN ROME by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE |
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