Poems by William Blake

Poems by William Blake

The Fly, by William Blake

Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.   Am not I
A fly ...

The Garden of Love, by William Blake

I laid me down upon a bank,
Where Love lay sleeping;
I heard among the rushes dank
Weeping, ...

Holy Thursday, by William Blake

'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean,
Came children walking two and two, in r...

Holy Thursday, by William Blake

Is this a holy thing to see
In a rich and fruitful land, --
Babes reduced to misery,
Fed wit...

The Human Abstract, by William Blake

Pity would be no more
If we did not make somebody poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all wer...

Infant Joy, by William Blake

"I have no name;
I am but two days old."
What shall I call thee?
"I happy am,
Joy is my nam...

Infant Sorrow, by William Blake

My mother groaned, my father wept:
Into the dangerous world I leapt,
Helpless, naked, pipi...

The Lamb, by William Blake

Little Lamb, who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
...

The Lily, by William Blake

The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
The humble sheep a threat'ning horn:
While the Lily white...

The Little Black Boy, by William Blake

My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
White as an ...

The Little Boy Found, by William Blake

The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the wandering light,
Began to cry, but God, e...

A Little Boy Lost, by William Blake

"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A g...

The Little Boy Lost, by William Blake

"Father, father, where are you going?
Oh do not walk so fast!
Speak, father, speak to your ...

The Little Girl Found, by William Blake

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

A Little Girl Lost, by William Blake

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