Poems by William Blake

Poems by William Blake

Tiriel, by William Blake

1 And Aged Tiriel. Stood before the Gates of his beautiful palace
With Myratana. Once the Quee...

To Autumn, by William Blake

O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'd
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Bene...

To Morning, by William Blake

O holy virgin! Clad in purest white,
Unlock heav'n's golden gates, and issue forth;
Awake th...

To Spring, by William Blake

O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
Thro' the clear windows of the morning, turn
Thine a...

To Summer, by William Blake

O thou who passest thro' our valleys in
Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat
...

To the Evening Star, by William Blake

Thou fair-haired angel of the evening,
Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light
Thy...

To Tirzah, by William Blake

Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be consumed with the earth,
To rise from generation free...

To Winter, by William Blake

O Winter! Bar thine adamantine doors:
The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark
Deep-...

The Tiger, by William Blake

Tiger Tiger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could fra...

Visions of the Daughters of Albion, by William Blake

The Argument I lovè d Theotormon,
And I was not ashamè d;
I trembled in my vi...