William Blake Poems

  • 151.  
    I wander thro' each charter'd street.
    Near where the charter'd Thames does flowA mark in every face I meet
  • 152.  
    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,
  • 153.  
    My mother groand! my father wept,
    Into the dangerous world I leapt:Helpless, naked, piping loud:
  • 154.  
    I have no name
    I am but two days old.-What shall I call thee?
  • 155.  
    Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean
    The children walking two & two in red & blue & greenGrey headed beadles walked before with wands as white as snow
  • 156.  
    Is this a holy thing to see.
    In a rich and fruitful land.Babes reduced to misery.
  • 157.  
    Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening,
    Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light,Thy bright torch of love; Thy radiant crown
  • 158.  
    Earth raised up her head.
    From the darkness dread & drear,Her light fled:
  • 159.  
    To see a world in a grain of sand
    And a heaven in a wild flower,Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
  • 160.  
    And did those feet in ancient time
    Walk upon England's mountains green?And was the holy Lamb of God
  • 161.  
    Ah Sun-flower! weary of time.
    Who countest the steps of the Sun;Seeking after that sweet golden clime
  • 162.  
    I was angry with my friend;
    I told my wrath, my wrath did end.I was angry with my foe:
  • 163.  
    Children of the future Age,
    Reading this indignant page;Know that in a former time.
  • 164.  
    Nought loves another as itself
    Nor venerates another so.Nor is it possible to Thought
  • 165.  
    Once a dream did weave a shade,
    O'er my Angel-guarded bed.That an Emmet lost it's way
  • 166.  
    Sweet dreams form a shade,
    O'er my lovely infants head.Sweet dreams of pleasant streams,
Total 166 poems written by William Blake

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To Germany
 by Charles Hamilton Sorley

You are blind like us. Your hurt no man designed,
And no man claimed the conquest of your land.
But gropers both through fields of thought confined
We stumble and we do not understand.
You only saw your future bigly planned,
And we, the tapering paths of our own mind,
And in each others dearest ways we stand,
And hiss and hate. And the blind fight the blind.

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