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 ...
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 ...
The Sun does arise, And make happy the skies. The merry bells ring, To welcome the Spring. The sky-lark and ...
Tyger Tyger. burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye. Could frame thy fearful symmetry? ...
Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly. ...
I wander thro' each charter'd street. Near where the charter'd Thames does flow A mark in every face I meet ...
A little black thing among the snow: Crying weep, weep, in notes of woe! Where are thy father & mother? ...
Little Lamb, who made thee Does thou know who made thee Gave thee life & bid thee feed. By the ...
Awake, awake my little Boy! Thou wast thy Mother's only joy: Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep? Awake! ...
When voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at ...
And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On ...
To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the ...
I love to rise in a summer morn, When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his ...
O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm. That flies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out ...
When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue, Could scarcely cry ...
I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: ...
I went to the Garden of Love. And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the ...
Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly. ...
I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the ...
"Love seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds ...
A flower was offered to me: Such a flower as May never bore. But I said "I’ve a Pretty Rose-tree", ...
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