| James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902. | | | | August 12 | | William Blake | | By Edmund Gosse (18491928) |
| | THEY win who never near the goal, | |
| They run who halt on wounded feet; | |
| Art hath its martyrs like the soul, | |
| Its victors in defeat. | |
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| This seers ambition soared too far; | 5 |
| He sank, on pinions backward blown; | |
| But, tho he touched nor sun nor star, | |
| He made a world his own. | | | | |
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