William Blake Poems

  • 51.  
    1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?
    2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? 3 Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?
  • 52.  
    Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
    Who countest the steps of the sun; Seeking after that sweet golden clime
  • 53.  
    Never seek to tell thy love
    Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind does move
  • 54.  
    Why was Cupid a boy,
    And why a boy was he? He should have been a girl,
  • 55.  
    TO my friend Butts I write
    My first vision of light, On the yellow sands sitting.
  • 56.  
    Can I see another's woe,
    And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief,
  • 57.  
    I heard an Angel Singing
    When the day was springing: "Mercy, pity, and peace,
  • 58.  
    Sleep! sleep! beauty bright,
    Dreaming o'er the joys of night; Sleep! sleep! in thy sleep
  • 59.  
    The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc,
    When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode: His food she brought in iron baskets, his drink in cups of iron:
  • 60.  
    Sweet dreams, form a shade
    O'er my lovely infant's head! Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
  • 61.  
    Why art thou silent & invisible
    Father of jealousy Why dost thou hide thyself in clouds
  • 62.  
    Silent, silent night,
    Quench the holy light Of thy torches bright;
  • 63.  
    1. But Los saw the Female & pitied
    He embrac'd her, she wept, she refus'd In perverse and cruel delight
  • 64.  
    I see the Four-fold Man, The Humanity in deadly sleep
    And its fallen Emanation, the Spectre and its cruel Shadow. I see the Past, Present and Future existing all at once
  • 65.  
    And did those feet in ancient time
    Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God
  • 66.  
    O holy virgin! clad in purest white,
    Unlock heav'n's golden gates, and issue forth; Awake the dawn that sleeps in heaven; let light
  • 67.  
    1. Lo, a shadow of horror is risen
    In Eternity! Unknown, unprolific! Self-closd, all-repelling: what Demon
  • 68.  
    I love to rise in a summer morn
    When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his horn,
  • 69.  
    MY Spectre around me night and day
    Like a wild beast guards my way; My Emanation far within
  • 70.  
    The Angel that presided o'er my birth
    Said, 'Little creature, form'd of Joy and Mirth, 'Go love without the help of any Thing on Earth.'
  • 71.  
    I see the Four-fold Man, The Humanity in deadly sleep
    And its fallen Emanation, the Spectre and its cruel Shadow. I see the Past, Present and Future existing all at once
  • 72.  
    Earth raised up her head
    From the darkness dread and drear, Her light fled,
  • 73.  
    If it is true, what the Prophets write,
    That the heathen gods are all stocks and stones, Shall we, for the sake of being polite,
  • 74.  
    England! awake! awake! awake!
    Jerusalem thy Sister calls! Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death
  • 75.  
    Why should I care for the men of thames
    Or the cheating waves of charter'd streams Or shrink at the little blasts of fear
  • 76.  
    Of the primeval Priests assum'd power,
    When Eternals spurn'd back his religion; And gave him a place in the north,
  • 77.  
    Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau;
    Mock on, mock on; 'tis all in vain! You throw the sand against the wind,
  • 78.  
    You don't believe -- I won't attempt to make ye:
    You are asleep -- I won't attempt to wake ye. Sleep on! sleep on! while in your pleasant dreams
  • 79.  
    Hear the voice of the Bard !
    Who present, past, and future sees; Whose ears have heard
  • 80.  
    RINTRAH roars and shakes his
  • 81.  
    Come, kings, and listen to my song:
    When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North
  • 82.  
    1. Earth was not: nor globes of attraction
    The will of the Immortal expanded Or contracted his all flexible senses.
  • 83.  
    When voices of children are heard on the green
    And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast
  • 84.  
    Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines
    From his mountains; an odor of war, like a ripe vineyard, rose from his garments, And the chamber became as a clouded sky; o'er the council he stretch'd his red limbs,
  • 85.  
    1. In terrors Los shrunk from his task:
    His great hammer fell from his hand:His fires beheld, and sickening,
  • 86.  
    The wild winds weep
    And the night is a-cold;Come hither, Sleep,
  • 87.  
    The Maiden caught me in the wild,
    Where I was dancing merrily;She put me into her Cabinet,
  • 88.  

  • 89.  
    Lo, a shadow of horror is risen
    In Eternity! Unknown, unprolific, Self-clos'd, all-repelling: what demon
  • 90.  
    Cruelty has a human heart,
    And Jealousy a human face; Terror the human form divine,
  • 91.  
    O thou who passest thro' our valleys in
    Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heatThat flames from their large nostrils! thou, O Summer,
  • 92.  
    I rose up at the dawn of day--
    `Get thee away! get thee away!Pray'st thou for riches? Away! away!
  • 93.  
    Love and harmony combine,
    And round our souls entwineWhile thy branches mix with mine,
  • 94.  
    light, and truth's beams,
    In lucent words my darkling verses dight,And wash my earthy mind in thy clear streams,
  • 95.  
    1 'I die, I die!' the Mother said,
    2 'My children die for lack of bread.3 What more has the merciless Tyrant said?'
  • 96.  
    `Now Art has lost its mental charms
    France shall subdue the world in arms.'So spoke an Angel at my birth;
  • 97.  
    In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
    Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead. The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
  • 98.  
    Prepare, prepare the iron helm of war,
    Bring forth the lots, cast in the spacious orb;Th' Angel of Fate turns them with mighty hands,
  • 99.  
    1. Then the Inhabitants of those Cities:
    Felt their Nerves change into MarrowAnd hardening Bones began
  • 100.  
    The Sun arises in the East,
    Cloth'd in robes of blood and gold;Swords and spears and wrath increast
Total 167 poems written by William Blake

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Dusk In June
 by Sara Teasdale

Evening, and all the birds
In a chorus of shimmering sound
Are easing their hearts of joy
For miles around.

The air is blue and sweet,
The few first stars are white,-
Oh let me like the birds

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