Illustrations of Eclogue I, Introductory, The Giant Polypheme
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William Blake, 1757–1827
From Antique Coins
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Theocritus
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Illustrations of Imitation of Eclogue I, Page 18
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Illustrations of Imitation of Eclogue I, Page 17
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Octavius Augustus Cæsar
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Illustrations of Imitation of Eclogue I, Frontispiece
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Print made by William Blake, 1757–1827
Publius Virgilius Maro
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Engraved by William Blake, 1757–1827
The Wood Engravings of William Blake for Thorton's Virgil 1821. London, 1977. Plate 1: Frontispiece: Thenot: 'Is it not Colinet I lonesome see,/ leaning with folded arms against the tree?'
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Engraved by William Blake, 1757–1827
The Wood Engravings of William Blake for Thorton's Virgil 1821. London, 1977. Plate 14: Thenot: 'This night thy care with me forget, and fold/ thy flock with mine, to ward th' injurious cold.'
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Engraved by William Blake, 1757–1827
And now behold the sun's departing ray
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Engraved by William Blake, 1757–1827
The Wood Engravings of William Blake for Thorton's Virgil 1821. London, 1977. Plate 17: Thenot: '
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The Wood Engravings of William Blake for Thorton's Virgil 1821. London, 1977. Plate 5: Colinet: 'My piteous plight in yonder naked tree,/ which bears the thunder-scar too plain, I see:'
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The Wood Engravings of William Blake for Thorton's Virgil 1821. London, 1977. Plate 8: Colinet: 'Ah silly I! more silly than my sheep,/ which on thy flow'ry banks I wont to keep.'
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Engraved by William Blake, 1757–1827
My sheep quite spent through travel and ill fare
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Engraved by William Blake, 1757–1827
The Wood Engravings of William Blake for Thorton's Virgil 1821. London, 1977. Plate 13: Thenot: 'for him our yearly wakes and feasts we hold,/ and choose the fairest firstlings from the fold;'
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Each creature, Thenot, to his task is born
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Engraved by William Blake, 1757–1827
The Wood Engravings of William Blake for Thorton's Virgil 1821. London, 1977. Plate 3: Thenot: 'Yet though with years my body downward tend,/ as trees beneath their fruit in autumn bend,'
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Engraved by William Blake, 1757–1827
The Wood Engravings of William Blake for Thorton's Virgil 1821. London, 1977. Plate 4: Colinet: 'Thine ewes will wander; and their heedless lambs,/ in loud complaints, require their absent dams.'
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Or blasting winds o'er blossom'd hedge-rows pass
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Engraved by William Blake, 1757–1827
The Wood Engravings of William Blake for Thorton's Virgil 1821. London, 1977. Plate 7: Thenot: 'Nor fox, nor wolf, nor rot among our sheep:/ from these good shepherd's care his flock may keep/ against ill luck,'
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The Wood Engravings of William Blake for Thorton's Virgil 1821. London, 1977. Plate 9: Colinet: 'A fond desire strange lands and swains to know./ Ah me! that ever I should covet wo.'
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Engraved by William Blake, 1757–1827
The Wood Engravings of William Blake for Thorton's Virgil 1821. London, 1977. Plate 10: Thenot: 'A rolling stone is ever bare of moss;/ and, to their cost, green years old proverbs cross.'
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Engraved by William Blake, 1757–1827
The Wood Engravings of William Blake for Thorton's Virgil 1821. London, 1977. Plate 12: Colinet: 'In vain, O Colinet, thy pipe, so shrill,/ charms every vale, and gladdens every hill:'
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Engraved by William Blake, 1757–1827
The Wood Engravings of William Blake for Thorton's Virgil 1821. London, 1977. Plate 15: Thenot: 'New milk, and clouted cream, mild cheese and curd,/ with some remaining fruit of last year's hoard,/ shall be our ev'ning fare.'