Poems by William Blake

Poems by William Blake

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...

London, by William Blake

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

Love's Secret, by William Blake

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

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...

Night, by William Blake

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

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...

Nurse's Song, by William Blake

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

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...

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...

The Schoolboy, by William Blake

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

The Shepherd, by William Blake

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

The Sick Rose, by William Blake

O rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm, ...

A Song, by William Blake

Sweet dreams, form a shade
O'er my lovely infant's head!
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
By ...

Spring, by William Blake

Sound the flute!
Now it's mute!
Bird's delight,
Day and night,
Nightingale,
In the dale, ...