William Blake Poems
Divine Image To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,
All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight
But In The Wine-presses The Human Grapes Sing Not Nor Dance But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not nor dance:
They howl and writhe in shoals of torment, in fierce flames consuming, In chains of iron and in dungeons circled with ceaseless fires,
The Wild Flower's Song As I wandered the forest,
The green leaves among,I heard a Wild Flower
The Birds He. Where thou dwellest, in what grove,
Tell me Fair One, tell me Love;Where thou thy charming nest dost build,
The Four Zoas (excerpt) 'What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song?
Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the priceOf all that a man hath, his house, his wife, his children.
Fair Elanor The bell struck one, and shook the silent tower;
The graves give up their dead: fair ElenorWalk'd by the castle gate, and lookÃ¨d in.
The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Viii 1. Urizen explor'd his dens
Mountain, moor, & wilderness,With a globe of fire lighting his journey
To The Evening Star Thou fair-haired angel of the evening,
Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, lightThy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown
The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Vii 1. They named the child Orc, he grew
Fed with milk of Enitharmon
The Caverns Of The Grave I've Seen The Caverns of the Grave I've seen,
And these I show'd to England's Queen.But now the Caves of Hell I view,
To The Muses Whether on Ida's shady brow
Or in the chambers of the East,The chambers of the Sun, that now
To Spring O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
Through the clear windows of the morning, turnThine angel eyes upon our western isle,
Song My silks and fine array,
My smiles and languish'd air,By Love are driven away;
Reeds Of Innocence Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,On a cloud I saw a child,
Hear The Voice Hear the voice of the Bard,
Who present, past, and future, sees;Whose ears have heard
Cradle Song Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,
Dreaming in the joys of night;Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep
To Tirzah Whate'er is Born of Mortal Birth,
Must be consumed with the EarthTo rise from Generation free:
The Voice Of The Ancient Bard Youth of delight come hither.
And see the opening morn,Image of truth new born.
The Tyger Tyger Tyger. burning bright,
In the forests of the night;What immortal hand or eye.
The Sick Rose O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm.That flies in the night
The Shepherd How sweet is the Shepherd's sweet lot,
From the morn to the evening he strays:He shall follow his sheep all the day
The School Boy I love to rise in a summer morn,
When the birds sing on every tree;The distant huntsman winds his horn,
The Little Vagabond Dear Mother, dear Mother, the Church is cold,
But the Ale-house is healthy & pleasant & warm:Besides I can tell where I am use'd well,
The Little Girl Lost In futurity
I prophesy see.That the earth from sleep.
The Little Girl Found All the night in woe,
Lyca's parents go:Over vallies deep.
The Little Boy Lost Father, father, where are you going
O do not walk so fast.Speak father, speak to your little boy
The Little Boy Found The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the wand'ring light,Began to cry, but God ever nigh,
The Little Black Boy My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but O! my soul is white.White as an angel is the English child:
The Lilly The modest Rose puts forth a thorn:
The humble Sheep. a threatning horn:While the Lily white, shall in Love delight,
The Land Of Dreams Awake, awake my little Boy!
Thou wast thy Mother's only joy:Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep?
The Lamb Little Lamb, who made thee
Does thou know who made theeGave thee life & bid thee feed.
The Human Abstract Pity would be no more,
If we did not make somebody Poor;And Mercy no more could be.
The Garden Of Love I went to the Garden of Love.
And saw what I never had seen:A Chapel was built in the midst,
The Fly Little Fly
Thy summers play,My thoughtless hand
The Echoing Green The Sun does arise,
And make happy the skies.The merry bells ring,
The Divine Image To Mercy Pity Peace and Love.
All pray in their distress:And to these virtues of delight
The Clod & The Pebble Love seeketh not Itself to please.
Nor for itself hath any care;But for another gives its ease.
The Chimney Sweeper (innocence) When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue,Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep,
The Chimney-sweeper (experience) A little black thing among the snow:
Crying weep, weep, in notes of woe!Where are thy father & mother? say?
The Blossom Merry Merry Sparrow
Under leaves so greenA happy Blossom
The Angel I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen:Guarded by an Angel mild;
Spring Sound the Flute!
Now it's mute.Birds delight
Songs Of Innocence: Introduction Piping down the valleys wild
Piping songs of pleasant gleeOn a cloud I saw a child.
Songs Of Experience: Introduction Hear the voice of the Bard!
Who Present, Past, & Future seesWhose ears have heard
Several Questions Answered What is it men in women do require?
The lineaments of Gratified Desire.What is it women do in men require?
On Anothers Sorrow Can I see anothers woe,
And not be in sorrow too?Can I see anothers grief,
Nurse’s Song (innocence) When voices of children are heard on the green
And laughing is heard on the hill,My heart is at rest within my breast
Nurses Song (experience) When the voices of children. are heard on the green
And whisprings are in the dale:The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
Night The sun descending in the west.
The evening star does shine.The birds are silent in their nest,
My Pretty Rose Tree A flower was offered to me;
Such a flower as May never bore.But I said I've a Pretty Rose-tree.
Total 167 poems written by William Blake
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A half-hour more and you will lean
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But oh, to the woman over the sea
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A half-hour more and I will hear
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