Love and Harmony (William Blake Poems)
Love and harmony combine, And round our souls entwine While thy branches mix with mine, And our roots together join. ...
William Blake Poems (143 Poems)
The Blossom (William Blake Poems)
Merry Merry Sparrow Under leaves so green A happy Blossom Sees you swift as arrow Seek your cradle narrow Near ...
Holy Thursday (Innocence) (William Blake Poems)
Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean The children walking two & two in red & blue & ...
Eternity (William Blake Poems)
He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it ...
The Lilly (William Blake Poems)
The modest Rose puts forth a thorn: The humble Sheep. a threatning horn: While the Lily white, shall in Love ...
The Little Boy Found (William Blake Poems)
The little boy lost in the lonely fen, Led by the wand'ring light, Began to cry, but God ever nigh, ...
Ah! Sun-Flower (William Blake Poems)
Ah Sun-flower! weary of time. Who countest the steps of the Sun; Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the ...
The Clod & The Pebble (William Blake Poems)
Love seeketh not Itself to please. Nor for itself hath any care; But for another gives its ease. And builds ...
To Tirzah (William Blake Poems)
Whate'er is Born of Mortal Birth, Must be consumed with the Earth To rise from Generation free: Then what have ...
Several Questions Answered (William Blake Poems)
What is it men in women do require? The lineaments of Gratified Desire. What is it women do in men ...
The Little Girl Found (William Blake Poems)
All the night in woe, Lyca's parents go: Over vallies deep. While the desarts weep. Tired and woe-begone. Hoarse with ...
The Little Girl Lost (William Blake Poems)
In futurity I prophesy see. That the earth from sleep. (Grave the sentence deep) Shall arise and seek For her ...
Night (William Blake Poems)
The sun descending in the west. The evening star does shine. The birds are silent in their nest, And I ...
On Anothers Sorrow (William Blake Poems)
Can I see anothers woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see anothers grief, And not seek for ...
The Little Vagabond (William Blake Poems)
Dear Mother, dear Mother, the Church is cold, But the Ale-house is healthy & pleasant & warm: Besides I can ...
Earth’s Answer (William Blake Poems)
Earth raised up her head. From the darkness dread & drear, Her light fled: Stony dread! And her locks cover'd ...
A Cradle Song (William Blake Poems)
Sweet dreams form a shade, O'er my lovely infants head. Sweet dreams of pleasant streams, By happy silent moony beams ...
The Divine Image (William Blake Poems)
To Mercy Pity Peace and Love. All pray in their distress: And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. ...
Spring (William Blake Poems)
Sound the Flute! Now it's mute. Birds delight Day and Night Nightingale In the dale Lark in Sky Merrily Merrily ...
The Fly (William Blake Poems)
Little Fly Thy summers play, My thoughtless hand Has brush'd away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art ...
Songs Of Innocence: Introduction (William Blake Poems)
Piping down the valleys wild Piping songs of pleasant glee On a cloud I saw a child. And he laughing ...
A Dream (William Blake Poems)
Once a dream did weave a shade, O'er my Angel-guarded bed. That an Emmet lost it's way Where on grass ...
Songs Of Experience: Introduction (William Blake Poems)
Hear the voice of the Bard! Who Present, Past, & Future sees Whose ears have heard The Holy Word, That ...
Laughing Song (William Blake Poems)
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy And the dimpling stream runs laughing by, When the air ...
The Little Black Boy (William Blake Poems)
My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white. White as ...
Nurses Song (Experience) (William Blake Poems)
When the voices of children. are heard on the green And whisprings are in the dale: The days of my ...
Holy Thursday (Experience) (William Blake Poems)
Is this a holy thing to see. In a rich and fruitful land. Babes reduced to misery. Fed with cold ...
The Human Abstract (William Blake Poems)
Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody Poor; And Mercy no more could be. If all ...
My Pretty Rose Tree (William Blake Poems)
A flower was offered to me; Such a flower as May never bore. But I said I've a Pretty Rose-tree. ...
The Angel (William Blake Poems)
I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean? And that I was a maiden Queen: Guarded by an Angel mild; ...