No, ’tis Slander, / Whoſe edge is ſharper then the Sword, whoſe tongue / Out-venomes all the Wormes of Nyle, whoſe breath / Rides on the poſting windes, / and doth belye All corners of the World.

But a significant phenomenon observed throughout the whole is that these poems underwent copious deletions and emendations by the hand of Blake, who, ten years later, boastly told of his long Poem ... on One Grand Theme, Similar to Hom,er's Illiad or Milton's Paradise Lost; […]

He blocked the basketball player's shot.

An organ and Casio keyboard-fueled hootenanny, the record could be the breakbeaty and supergroovy soundtrack to a mid-'60s kids show.