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قديم 2011- 10- 1   #345
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اقتباس:
المشاركة الأصلية كتبت بواسطة Maybe Not مشاهدة المشاركة
بنآت الـ Holly Thursday قصيدتين ..
وحده الـ Song of innocence
والثآنيه الـ Song of experience

تلقونهم هنآ

http://www.sparknotes.com/poetry/blake/section2.rhtml


وهنآ

http://www.sparknotes.com/poetry/blake/section7.rhtml



دعوآتكم =)


تبيهم ثنتينهم !!!!

واللي لقيتهم قصار
هل معقوله بناخذ قصار يعني ماصدقت صراحه



“Holy Thursday”



Is this a holy thing to see,
In a rich and fruitful land,
Babes reduced to misery,
Fed with cold and usurous hand?
Is that trembling cry a song?
Can it be a song of joy?
And so many children poor?
It is a land of poverty!

And their sun does never shine.
And their fields are bleak & bare.
And their ways are fill’d with thorns.
It is eternal winter there.


“Holy Thursday”
’Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean
The children walking two & two in red & blue & green
Grey headed beadles walk’d before with wands as white as snow
Till into the high dome of Pauls they like Thames waters flow

O what a multitude they seem’d these flowers of London town
Seated in companies they sit with radiance all their own
The hum of multitudes was there but multitudes of lambs
Thousands of little boys & girls raising their innocent hands

Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song
Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among
Beneath them sit the aged men wise guardians of the poor
Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door


يعني هذا اللي تبيه بس !!!!!!!!!

بليز ردو علي عشان استوعب لان مخي ملحوس

ووين انوسينس ووين اكسبيرينس !!!
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