Jonathan Cohen's photos with the keyword: William Blake

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And did the Countenance Divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here Among these dark Satanic Mills? William Blake

Tyger, Tyger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

O Rose, thou art sick! The Invisible worm, That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of Crimson joy; And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.