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Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds Kiss thy perfumed garments let us taste Thy morn and evening breath scatter thy pearls Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee.

William Blake

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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
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Come
Evening
Mourn
Love
Kissing
Pearls
Thee
Winds
Sick
Eastern
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Taste
Hills
Mourns
Wind
Kiss
Morn
Land
Breath
Scatter
Upon
Breaths
Garments

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