William Blake

A Cradle Song – William Blake

A Cradle Song – William Blake

Sweet dreams form a shade, O’er my lovely infants head. Sweet dreams of pleasant streams, By happy silent moony beams Sweet sleep with soft down. Weave thy brows an infant crown. Sweet sleep Angel mild, Hover o’er my happy child. Sweet smiles in the night, Hover over my delight. Sweet sm...

The Sun

The Sun

The sun descending in the west, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent in their nest, And I must seek for mine. The moon, like a flower, In heaven’s high bower, With silent delight Sits and smiles on the night. Farewell, green fields and happy groves, Where flocks have took delight....

The Wild Flower’s Song

The Wild Flower’s Song

As I wandered the forest, The green leaves among, I heard a Wild Flower Singing a song. “I slept in the earth In the silent night, I murmured my fears And I felt delight. “In the morning I went As rosy as morn, To seek for new joy; But oh! met with scorn.” -William Blake Hits: 19

The Sick Rose

The Sick Rose

O Rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. -William Blake Hits: 13

The Little Black Boy

The Little Black Boy

My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but oh my soul is white! White as an angel is the English child, But I am black, as if bereaved of light. My mother taught me underneath a tree, And, sitting down before the heat of day, She took me on her lap and kissed me, And, pointed to the...

The Lilly

The Lilly

The modest Rose puts forth a thorn, The humble sheep a threat’ning horn: While the Lily white shall in love delight, Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright. -William Blake Hits: 11

The Land Of Dreams

The Land Of Dreams

Awake, awake, my little boy! Thou wast thy mother’s only joy; Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep? Awake! thy father does thee keep. “O, what land is the Land of Dreams? What are its mountains, and what are its streams? O father! I saw my mother there, Among the lilies by waters fair....

The Lamb

The Lamb

Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Gave thee life, and bid thee feed, By the stream and o’er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know...

The Garden Of Love

The Garden Of Love

I laid me down upon a bank, Where Love lay sleeping; I heard among the rushes dank Weeping, weeping. Then I went to the heath and the wild, To the thistles and thorns of the waste; And they told me how they were beguiled, Driven out, and compelled to the chaste. I went to the Garden of Love, And saw...

The Fly

The Fly

Little Fly, Thy summer’s play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me? For I dance And drink, and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength and breath And the want Of thought is death; Then am I A happy...

The Blossom

The Blossom

Merry, merry sparrow! Under leaves so green A happy blossom Sees you, swift as arrow, Seek your cradle narrow, Near my bosom. Pretty, pretty robin! Under leaves so green A happy blossom Hears you sobbing, sobbing, Pretty, pretty robin, Near my bosom. -William Blake Hits: 14

Mad Song

Mad Song

The wild winds weep And the night is a-cold; Come hither, Sleep, And my griefs infold: But lo! the morning peeps Over the eastern steeps, And the rustling birds of dawn The earth do scorn. Lo! to the vault Of paved heaven, With sorrow fraught My notes are driven: They strike the ear of night, Make w...

Love’s Secret

Love’s Secret

Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind does move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart; Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears, Ah! she did depart! Soon as she was gone from me, A traveler came by, Silently, invisibly He took h...

London

London

I wander through each chartered street, Near where the chartered Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet, Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every man, In every infant’s cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forged manacles I hear: How the chimney-sweeper...

Laughing Song

Laughing Song

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it; when the meadows laugh with lively green, And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene, When Mary and Susan and Emi...

Jerusalem

Jerusalem

And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England’s mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England’s pleasant pastures seen? And did the Countenance Divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here Among these dark Satanic mills? Bring me my bow of b...

Infant Sorrow

Infant Sorrow

My mother groaned, my father wept, Into the dangerous world I leapt; Helpless, naked, piping loud, Like a fiend hid in a cloud. Struggling in my father’s hands, Striving against my swaddling bands, Bound and weary, I thought best To sulk upon my mother’s breast -William Blake Hits: 18

Infant Joy

Infant Joy

“I have no name; I am but two days old.” What shall I call thee? “I happy am, Joy is my name.” Sweet joy befall thee! Pretty joy! Sweet joy, but two days old. Sweet Joy I call thee: Thou dost smile, I sing the while; Sweet joy befall thee! -William Blake Hits: 15

I Heard An Angel

I Heard An Angel

I heard an Angel singing When the day was springing, “Mercy, Pity, Peace Is the world’s release.” Thus he sung all day Over the new mown hay, Till the sun went down And haycocks looked brown. I heard a Devil curse Over the heath and the furze, “Mercy could be no more, If ther...

Human Abstract

Human Abstract

Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody Poor; And Mercy no more could be, If all were as happy as we; And mutual fear brings peace, Till the selfish loves increase; Then Cruelty knits a snare, And spreads his baits with care. He sits down with holy fears, And waters the ground with tears;...

Holy Thirsday

Holy Thirsday

‘Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean, Came children walking two and two, in read, and blue, and green: Grey-headed beadles walked before, with wands as white as snow, Till into the high dome of Paul’s they like Thames waters flow. Oh what a multitude they seemed, these fl...

Earth’s Answer

Earth’s Answer

Earth raised up her head From the darkness dread and drear, Her light fled, Stony, dread, And her locks covered with grey despair. “Prisoned on watery shore, Starry jealousy does keep my den Cold and hoar; Weeping o’er, I hear the father of the ancient men. “Selfish father of men! ...

Auguries Of Innocence

Auguries Of Innocence

To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour. A Robin Red breast in a Cage Puts all Heaven in a Rage. A dove house fill’d with doves & Pigeons Shudders Hell thro’ all its regions. A dog starv’d a...

A Poison Tree

A Poison Tree

I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe; I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I water’d it in fears, Night & morning with my tears; And I sunned it with my smiles And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an ...

A Little Girl Lost

A Little Girl Lost

Children of the future age, Reading this indignant page, Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime. In the age of gold, Free from winter’s cold, Youth and maiden bright, To the holy light, Naked in the sunny beams delight. Once a youthful pair, Filled with softest care, ...

A Little Boy Lost

A Little Boy Lost

“Nought loves another as itself, Nor venerates another so, Nor is it possible to thought A greater than itself to know. “And, father, how can I love you Or any of my brothers more? I love you like the little bird That picks up crumbs around the door.” The Priest sat by and heard th...

A Dream

A Dream

Once a dream did weave a shade O’er my angel-guarded bed, That an emmet lost its way Where on grass methought I lay. Troubled, wildered, and forlorn, Dark, benighted, travel-worn, Over many a tangle spray, All heart-broke, I heard her say: “Oh my children! do they cry, Do they hear their...

A Divine Image

A Divine Image

Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face; Terror the human form divine, And secrecy the human dress. The human dress is forged iron, The human form a fiery forge, The human face a furnace seal’d, The human heart its hungry gorge. -William Blake Hits: 18

Brief Biography of William Blake

Brief Biography of William Blake

William Blake was a poet, artist, and visionary of eccentric genius. Blake was born in London to a family of at least modest comfort. He showed early artistic ability, apprenticing as an engraver. In his 20s, he continued his artistic studies at the Royal Academy. He married in his mid 20s and suppo...

Auguries of Innocence

Auguries of Innocence

Auguries of Innocence To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand And eternity in an hour. A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage. A dove-house filled with doves and pigeons Shudders hell through all its regions. A dog starve...

The Divine Image

The Divine Image

The Divine Image To Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love All pray in their distress; And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. For Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love Is God, our Father dear, And Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love Is man, His child and care. For Mercy has a human heart, Pity a human face, ...

To see a world in a grain of sand (from Auguries of Innocence)

To see a world in a grain of sand (from Auguries of Innocence)

To see a world in a grain of sand (from Auguries of Innocence) To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand And eternity in an hour. by William Blake Original Language English Hits: 49

Awake! awake O sleeper of the land of shadows (from Jerusalem)

Awake! awake O sleeper of the land of shadows (from Jerusalem)

Awake! awake O sleeper of the land of shadows (from Jerusalem) Awake! awake O sleeper of the land of shadows, wake! expand! I am in you and you in me, mutual in love divine: Fibres of love from man to man thro Albions pleasant land. In all the dark Atlantic vale down from the hills of Surrey A black...

Of the Sleep of Ulro! and of the passage through (from Jerusalem)

Of the Sleep of Ulro! and of the passage through (from Jerusalem)

Of the Sleep of Ulro! and of the passage through (from Jerusalem) Of the Sleep of Ulro! and of the passage through Eternal Death! and of the awakening to Eternal Life This theme calls me in sleep night after night, & ev’ry morn Awakes me at sun-rise, then I see the Saviour over me Spreadin...

Reader! of books! of heaven (from Jerusalem)

Reader! of books! of heaven (from Jerusalem)

Reader! of books! of heaven (from Jerusalem) Reader! of books! of heaven, And of that God from whom Who in mysterious Sinais awful cave, To Man the Wond’rous art of writing gave, Again he speaks in thunder and in fire! Thunder of Thought, & flames of fierce desire: Even from the depths of ...

Hear the voice of the Bard!

Hear the voice of the Bard!

Hear the voice of the Bard! Hear the voice of the Bard! Who Present, Past, & Future, sees; Whose ears have heard The Holy Word That walk’d among the ancient trees, Calling the lapsed Soul, And weeping in the evening dew; That might control The starry pole, And fallen, fallen light renew! &...

Trembling I sit day and night (from Jerusalem)

Trembling I sit day and night (from Jerusalem)

Trembling I sit day and night (from Jerusalem) Trembling I sit day and night, my friends are astonish’d at me. Yet they forgive my wanderings, I rest not from my great task! To open the Eternal Worlds, to open the immortal Eyes Of Man inwards into the Worlds of Thought: into Eternity Ever expa...

Eternity

Eternity

Eternity He who binds himself a joy Does the winged life destroy. But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity’s sun rise. by William Blake Original Language English Hits: 28