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William Blake (28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827) was an English poet, painter, and printmaker. Largely unrecognised during his life, Blake is now considered a seminal figure in the history of the poetry and visual art of the Romantic Age. What he called his "prophetic works" were said by 20th-century critic Northrop Frye to form "what is in proportion to its merits the least read body of poetry in the English language".[2] His visual artistry led 21st-century critic Jonathan Jones to proclaim him "far and away the greatest artist Britain has ever produced".[3] In 2002, Blake was placed at number 38 in the BBC's poll of the 100 Greatest Britons.[4]
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0:00.0 | Oh geez, Dad, not the car again. |
0:02.6 | Oh, happens all the time with old Betsy. |
0:04.6 | Have you checked out Carvana yet? |
0:06.3 | They have thousands of cars for under $20,000. |
0:09.3 | But did those thousands of cars have personality like old Betsy? |
0:12.6 | Betsy's held together by tape. |
0:14.6 | And there are raccoons living in the engine. |
0:16.1 | It's a family car. |
0:17.5 | There are flames on the hood? |
0:19.4 | A custom paint job. |
0:20.7 | No, dad. |
0:21.3 | The car's on fire. |
0:22.5 | How many cars did you say Carvana had? |
0:24.2 | Visit Carvana.com to shop thousands of cars for under $20,000. |
0:28.1 | We'll drive you happy at Carvana. |
0:32.5 | Hello and welcome to the daily poem. |
0:35.3 | I'm Heidi White, and today is Friday, May 6th. And today I'm going to |
0:40.0 | read for you a poem by English poet William Blake. He lived from 1757 until 1827. He was a poet, a painter, |
0:50.4 | and a printmaker. He wasn't very well known during his lifetime, but he is now considered one of the |
0:57.1 | most important English poets of his age, which was the romantic era. And today's poem is called a |
1:04.6 | poison tree. And this is how it goes. I was angry with my friend. I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe. I told it not. |
1:18.1 | My wrath did grow. And I watered it in fears, night and morning with my tears. And I sunned it with |
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