Author: Elizabeth Knox

Cites

• William Blake (1)
  • IN: Mortal Fire (2013) Fiction, Young Adult Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: So when she speaks, the voice of Heaven I hear So when we walk, nothing impure comes near; Each field seems Eden, and each calm retreat; Each village seems the haunt of holy feet. But that sweet village where my black-ey'd maid, Closes her eyes in sleep beneath night's shade: Whene'er I enter, more than mortal fire Burns in my soul, and does my song inspire.
    FROM: Song, (1783), Poem, UK