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The Book of Urizen

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William Blake
William Blake

William Blake (November 28, 1757 - August 12, 1827) was an English Romantic poet, painter, and printmaker. Known for his unique visual art and profound philosophical thoughts, he is considered one of the most innovative poets in the history of English literature. more

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