Poet

William Blake

52 poems in the collection

A DIVINE IMAGE Cruelty has a human heart, A DREAM Once a dream did weave a shade Ah Sunflower Ah Sunflower, weary of time, A LITTLE BOY LOST "Nought loves another as itself, A LITTLE GIRL LOST Children of the future age, A POISON TREE I was angry with my friend: A SONG Sweet dreams, form a shade Divine Image To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, Earth's Answer Earth raised up her head Holy Thursday 'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean, Holy Thursday Is this a holy thing to see Infant Joy "I have no name; Infant Sorrow My mother groaned, my father wept: Laughing Song When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, London I wandered through each chartered street, My Pretty Rose Tree A flower was offered to me, Night The sun descending in the west, Nurse's Song When voices of children are heard on the green, Nurse's Song When the voices of children are heard on the green, On Another's Sorrow Can I see another's woe, Songs of Experience: Introduction Hear the voice of the Bard, Songs of Innocence: Introduction Piping down the valleys wild, Spring Sound the flute! The Angel I dreamt a dream! What can it mean? The Blossom Merry, merry sparrow! The Book of Thel. Part I The daughters of Mne Seraphim led round their sunny flocks, The Book of Thel. Part II O little Cloud the virgin said, I charge thee to tell me The Book of Thel. Part III Then Thel astonish'd view'd the Worm upon its dewy bed. The Book of Thel. Part IV The eternal gates terrific porter lifted the northern bar: The Chimney Sweeper A little black thing in the snow, The Chimney-Sweeper When my mother died I was very young, The Clod and the Pebble "Love seeketh not itself to please, The Echoing Green The sun does arise, The Fly Little Fly, The Garden of Love I laid me down upon a bank, The Human Abstract Pity would be no more The Lamb Little Lamb, who made thee The Lily The modest Rose puts forth a thorn, The Little Black Boy My mother bore me in the southern wild, The Little Boy Found The little boy lost in the lonely fen, The Little Boy Lost "Father, father, where are you going? The Little Girl Found All the night in woe The Little Girl Lost In futurity The Little Vagabond Dear mother, dear mother, the Church is cold; Thel's Motto Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? The Marriage of Heaven and Hell: The Argument Rintrah roars and shakes his fires in the burden'd air, The Schoolboy I love to rise on a summer morn, The Shepherd How sweet is the Shepherd's sweet lot! The Sick Rose O rose, thou art sick! The Tyger Tyger, tyger, burning bright The Voice of the Ancient Bard Youth of delight! come hither To Tirzah Whate'er is born of mortal birth

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