FastSaying
The fields from Islington to Marybone, / To Primrose Hill and Saint John's Wood, / Were builded over with pillars of gold; / And there Jerusalem's pillars stood.
William Blake
Fields
Gold
Hill
Pillars
Primrose
Saint
Wood
Related Quotes
I can look at the knot in a piece of wood until it frightens me.
— William Blake
Frightens
Knot
Piece
When the voices of children are heard on the green, / And laughing is heard on the hill, / My heart is at rest within my breast, / And everything else is still.
— William Blake
Children
Green
Heard
A primrose by a river's brimA yellow primrose was to him,And it was nothing more.
— William Wordsworth
Brim
Nothing
Primrose
Bring me my bow of burning gold!Bring me my arrows of desire!Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!Bring me my chariot of fire!
— William Blake
Arrows
Bow
Bring
The countless gold of a merry heart,The rubies and pearls of a loving eye,The indolent never can bring to the mart,Nor the secret hoard up in his treasury.
— William Blake
Bring
Countless
Eye
