The Marriage of Heaven and Hell (excerpt) (William Blake Poems)
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau; Mock on, mock on; 'tis all in vain! You throw the sand against the ...
Why art thou silent & invisible Father of jealousy Why dost thou hide thyself in clouds From every searching Eye ...
Love and harmony combine, And round our souls entwine While thy branches mix with mine, And our roots together join. ...
What is it men in women do require? The lineaments of Gratified Desire. What is it women do in men ...
All the night in woe, Lyca's parents go: Over vallies deep. While the desarts weep. Tired and woe-begone. Hoarse with ...
In futurity I prophesy see. That the earth from sleep. (Grave the sentence deep) Shall arise and seek For her ...
The sun descending in the west. The evening star does shine. The birds are silent in their nest, And I ...
Can I see anothers woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see anothers grief, And not seek for ...
The modest Rose puts forth a thorn: The humble Sheep. a threatning horn: While the Lily white, shall in Love ...
The little boy lost in the lonely fen, Led by the wand'ring light, Began to cry, but God ever nigh, ...
Ah Sun-flower! weary of time. Who countest the steps of the Sun; Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the ...
Love seeketh not Itself to please. Nor for itself hath any care; But for another gives its ease. And builds ...
Whate'er is Born of Mortal Birth, Must be consumed with the Earth To rise from Generation free: Then what have ...
To Mercy Pity Peace and Love. All pray in their distress: And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. ...
Sound the Flute! Now it's mute. Birds delight Day and Night Nightingale In the dale Lark in Sky Merrily Merrily ...
Little Fly Thy summers play, My thoughtless hand Has brush'd away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art ...
Piping down the valleys wild Piping songs of pleasant glee On a cloud I saw a child. And he laughing ...
Once a dream did weave a shade, O'er my Angel-guarded bed. That an Emmet lost it's way Where on grass ...
Hear the voice of the Bard! Who Present, Past, & Future sees Whose ears have heard The Holy Word, That ...
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy And the dimpling stream runs laughing by, When the air ...
Dear Mother, dear Mother, the Church is cold, But the Ale-house is healthy & pleasant & warm: Besides I can ...
Earth raised up her head. From the darkness dread & drear, Her light fled: Stony dread! And her locks cover'd ...
Sweet dreams form a shade, O'er my lovely infants head. Sweet dreams of pleasant streams, By happy silent moony beams ...
I have no name I am but two days old.-- What shall I call thee? I happy am Joy is ...
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of ...
My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white. White as ...
When the voices of children. are heard on the green And whisprings are in the dale: The days of my ...
Is this a holy thing to see. In a rich and fruitful land. Babes reduced to misery. Fed with cold ...
Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody Poor; And Mercy no more could be. If all ...
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