Poems by William Blake

Poems by William Blake

The Argument, by William Blake

Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burden'd air;
Hungry clouds swag on the deep.  ...

The Blossom, by William Blake

Merry, merry sparrow!
Under leaves so green
A happy blossom
Sees you, swift as arrow,

The Book of Thel, by William Blake

I The daughters of Mne Seraphim led round their sunny flocks,
All but the youngest: she in pal...

The Chimney-Sweeper, by William Blake

When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely...

The Chimney Sweeper, by William Blake

A little black thing in the snow,
Crying "weep! Weep!" in notes of woe!
"Where are thy father ...

The Clod and the Pebble, by William Blake

"Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives it ea...

Divine Image, by William Blake

To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,
All pray in their distress,
And to these virtues of delig...

A Divine Image, by William Blake

Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Sec...

A Dream, by William Blake

Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on...

Earth's Answer, by William Blake

Earth raised up her head
From the darkness dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,

The Echoing Green, by William Blake

The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;

Europe: a Prophecy, by William Blake

Five windows light the cavern'd Man; thro' one he breathes the air;
Thro' one, hears music of ...

Ah Sunflower, by William Blake

Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet gol...

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...