A War Song to Englishmen (William Blake Poems)
Prepare, prepare the iron helm of war,Bring forth the lots, cast in the spacious orb;Th' Angel of Fate turns them ...
Prepare, prepare the iron helm of war,Bring forth the lots, cast in the spacious orb;Th' Angel of Fate turns them ...
Children of the future age,Reading this indignant page,Know that in a former timeLove, sweet love, was thought a crime.In the ...
1. But Los saw the Female & pitied He embrac'd her, she wept, she refus'd In perverse and cruel delight ...
TO my friend Butts I write My first vision of light, On the yellow sands sitting. The sun was emitting ...
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
Thou fair-haired angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'd With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
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 ...
The little boy lost in the lonely fen, Led by the wand'ring light, Began to cry, but God ever nigh, ...
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 voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at ...
To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the ...
Awake, awake my little Boy! Thou wast thy Mother's only joy: Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep? Awake! ...
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