William Blake Poems

  • 101.  
    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,
  • 102.  
    As I wandered the forest,
    The green leaves among,I heard a Wild Flower
  • 103.  
    He. Where thou dwellest, in what grove,
    Tell me Fair One, tell me Love;Where thou thy charming nest dost build,
  • 104.  
    '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.
  • 105.  
    The bell struck one, and shook the silent tower;
    The graves give up their dead: fair ElenorWalk'd by the castle gate, and lookèd in.
  • 106.  
    1. Urizen explor'd his dens
    Mountain, moor, & wilderness,With a globe of fire lighting his journey
  • 107.  
    Thou fair-haired angel of the evening,
    Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, lightThy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown
  • 108.  
    1. They named the child Orc, he grew
    Fed with milk of Enitharmon
  • 109.  
    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,
  • 110.  
    Whether on Ida's shady brow
    Or in the chambers of the East,The chambers of the Sun, that now
  • 111.  
    O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
    Through the clear windows of the morning, turnThine angel eyes upon our western isle,
  • 112.  
    My silks and fine array,
    My smiles and languish'd air,By Love are driven away;
  • 113.  
    Piping down the valleys wild,
    Piping songs of pleasant glee,On a cloud I saw a child,
  • 114.  
    Hear the voice of the Bard,
    Who present, past, and future, sees;Whose ears have heard
  • 115.  
    Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,
    Dreaming in the joys of night;Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep
  • 116.  
    Whate'er is Born of Mortal Birth,
    Must be consumed with the EarthTo rise from Generation free:
  • 117.  
    Youth of delight come hither.
    And see the opening morn,Image of truth new born.
  • 118.  
    Tyger Tyger. burning bright,
    In the forests of the night;What immortal hand or eye.
  • 119.  
    O Rose thou art sick.
    The invisible worm.That flies in the night
  • 120.  
    How sweet is the Shepherd's sweet lot,
    From the morn to the evening he strays:He shall follow his sheep all the day
  • 121.  
    I love to rise in a summer morn,
    When the birds sing on every tree;The distant huntsman winds his horn,
  • 122.  
    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,
  • 123.  
    In futurity
    I prophesy see.That the earth from sleep.
  • 124.  
    All the night in woe,
    Lyca's parents go:Over vallies deep.
  • 125.  
    Father, father, where are you going
    O do not walk so fast.Speak father, speak to your little boy
  • 126.  
    The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
    Led by the wand'ring light,Began to cry, but God ever nigh,
  • 127.  
    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:
  • 128.  
    The modest Rose puts forth a thorn:
    The humble Sheep. a threatning horn:While the Lily white, shall in Love delight,
  • 129.  
    Awake, awake my little Boy!
    Thou wast thy Mother's only joy:Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep?
  • 130.  
    Little Lamb, who made thee
    Does thou know who made theeGave thee life & bid thee feed.
  • 131.  
    Pity would be no more,
    If we did not make somebody Poor;And Mercy no more could be.
  • 132.  
    I went to the Garden of Love.
    And saw what I never had seen:A Chapel was built in the midst,
  • 133.  
    Little Fly
    Thy summers play,My thoughtless hand
  • 134.  
    The Sun does arise,
    And make happy the skies.The merry bells ring,
  • 135.  
    To Mercy Pity Peace and Love.
    All pray in their distress:And to these virtues of delight
  • 136.  
    Love seeketh not Itself to please.
    Nor for itself hath any care;But for another gives its ease.
  • 137.  
    When my mother died I was very young,
    And my father sold me while yet my tongue,Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep,
  • 138.  
    A little black thing among the snow:
    Crying weep, weep, in notes of woe!Where are thy father & mother? say?
  • 139.  
    Merry Merry Sparrow
    Under leaves so greenA happy Blossom
  • 140.  
    I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean?
    And that I was a maiden Queen:Guarded by an Angel mild;
  • 141.  
    Sound the Flute!
    Now it's mute.Birds delight
  • 142.  
    Piping down the valleys wild
    Piping songs of pleasant gleeOn a cloud I saw a child.
  • 143.  
    Hear the voice of the Bard!
    Who Present, Past, & Future seesWhose ears have heard
  • 144.  
    What is it men in women do require?
    The lineaments of Gratified Desire.What is it women do in men require?
  • 145.  
    Can I see anothers woe,
    And not be in sorrow too?Can I see anothers grief,
  • 146.  
    When voices of children are heard on the green
    And laughing is heard on the hill,My heart is at rest within my breast
  • 147.  
    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,
  • 148.  
    The sun descending in the west.
    The evening star does shine.The birds are silent in their nest,
  • 149.  
    A flower was offered to me;
    Such a flower as May never bore.But I said I've a Pretty Rose-tree.
  • 150.  
    Never seek to tell thy love,
    Love that never told can be;For the gentle wind doth move
Total 166 poems written by William Blake

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With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a lightfoot lad.

By brooks too broad for leaping
The lightfoot boys are laid;
The rose-lipt girls are sleeping

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