I prophetic see
That the earth from sleep
(Grave the sentence deep) Shall...
Poems by William Blake
Dear mother, dear mother, the Church is cold;
But the Alehouse is healthy, and pleasant, an...
I wandered through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A mark i...
Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be,
For the gentle wind doth move
A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said "I've a pretty rose t...
The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their ne...
When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
When voices of children are heard on the green,
And whisperings are in the dale,
The days of ...
Can I see another's woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another's grief,
And not seek f...
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I love to rise on a summer morn,
When birds are singing on every tree;
The distant huntsman w...
How sweet is the Shepherd's sweet lot!
From the morn to the evening he stays;
He shall follow ...
O rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm, ...
Sweet dreams, form a shade
O'er my lovely infant's head!
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
Sound the flute!
Now it's mute!
Day and night,
In the dale, ...