Poems by William Blake

Poems by William Blake

The Voice of the Ancient Bard, by William Blake

Youth of delight! Come hither
And see the opening morn,
Image of Truth new-born.
Doubt is fle...

The Shepherd, by William Blake

How sweet is the Shepherd's sweet lot!
From the morn to the evening he stays;
He shall follow ...

A Little Girl Lost, by William Blake

Children of the future age,
Reading this indignant page,
Know that in a former time
Love, s...

The Schoolboy, by William Blake

I love to rise on a summer morn,
When birds are singing on every tree;
The distant huntsman w...

A Poison Tree, by William Blake

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I t...

On Another's Sorrow, by William Blake

Can I see another's woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another's grief,
And not seek f...

Nurse's Song, by William Blake

When voices of children are heard on the green,
And whisperings are in the dale,
The days of ...

Nurse's Song, by William Blake

When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My hea...

London, by William Blake

I wandered through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A mark i...

The Little Girl Found, by William Blake

All the night in woe
Lyca's parents go
Over valleys deep,
While the deserts weep.   Ti...

The Little Girl Lost, by William Blake

In futurity
I prophetic see
That the earth from sleep
(Grave the sentence deep)   Shall...

The Little Vagabond, by William Blake

Dear mother, dear mother, the Church is cold;
But the Alehouse is healthy, and pleasant, an...

Night, by William Blake

The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their ne...

Love's Secret, by William Blake

Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be,
For the gentle wind doth move

My Pretty Rose Tree, by William Blake

A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said "I've a pretty rose t...