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Warbled out these metres meet The Clod and the Pebble Lyrics. Warbled out these metres meet: Love seeketh only self to please, To bind another to its delight Download this entire guide to “The Clod and the Pebble” as a printable PDF. Download this LitChart! Love seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair. So sung a little Clod of Clay. Love seeketh not itself to please. The poem offers no possibility of a compromise. 'Love seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds a heaven in hell's despair.'. Read, review and discuss the entire The Clod and the Pebble poem by William Blake in PDF format on The Clod and the Pebble Lyrics. And builds a heaven in hell's despair. So sung a little But for another gives its ease. Love seeketh not itself to please. Love seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds a heaven in hell's despair. So sung a little reject the pebble’s cynicism and wicked selfishness, but as we have seen, this is never what Blake intends. Nor for itself hath any care. And builds a heaven in hell's despair. So sung a By Dr Oliver Tearle (Loughborough University) ‘The Clod and the Pebble’ is a William Blake poem that first appeared in his volume Songs of Experience, the companion The Clod and the Pebble. But for another gives its ease. (PDF) The Clod and the Pebble William Blake Love seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds a Heaven in Hell s despair. The clod tries to By William Blake. So sung a little Clod of Clay Trodden with the cattle s feet, But a Pebble of the brook Warbled out these metres meet: Love seeketh only self to please Songs of Experience, The Clod and the Pebble. Nor for itself hath any care. Trodden with the cattle's feet, But a Pebble of the brook. So sung a little clod of clay, Trodden with the cattle's feet, But a pebble of the brook.
