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The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.

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William Blake
Age: 69 †
Born: 1757
Born: November 28
Died: 1827
Died: August 12
Collector
Engraver
Graphic Artist
Illustrator
Lithographer
Painter
Philosopher
Poet
Printer
Theologian
London
England
W. Blake
Uil'iam Bleik
Blake
Heaven
Bower
Night
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Smiles
Delight
Silent
Moon
Flower
High

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