The Leaves are Falling; So am I, by Walter Savage Landor
The leaves are falling; so am I;
The few late...
Animal Poems
Tell Me Not Things Past all Belief, by Walter Savage Landor
Tell me not things past all belief;
One truth...
To Barry Cornwall, by Walter Savage Landor
Barry! Your spirit long ago
Has haunted me; at...
To Charles Dickens, by Walter Savage Landor
Go then to Italy; but mind
To leave the pale l...
To E. F., by Walter Savage Landor
No doubt thy little bosom beats
When sounds a ...
To the River Avon, by Walter Savage Landor
Avon! Why runnest thou away so fast?
Rest thee...
The Blossom, by William Blake
Merry, merry sparrow!
Under leaves so green
...
The Book of Thel, by William Blake
I The daughters of Mne Seraphim led round thei...
The Clod and the Pebble, by William Blake
"Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for i...
A Dream, by William Blake
Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-g...
Earth's Answer, by William Blake
Earth raised up her head
From the darkness dre...
Europe: a Prophecy, by William Blake
Five windows light the cavern'd Man; thro' one ...
The Fly, by William Blake
Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless...
The Human Abstract, by William Blake
Pity would be no more
If we did not make someb...
The Lily, by William Blake
The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
The humbl...
The Little Black Boy, by William Blake
My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I...
A Little Boy Lost, by William Blake
"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerate...
The Little Girl Found, by William Blake
All the night in woe
Lyca's parents go
Over v...
The Little Girl Lost, by William Blake
In futurity
I prophetic see
That the earth fr...
Night, by William Blake
The sun descending in the west,
The evening s...
Nurse's Song, by William Blake
When the voices of children are heard on the gr...
On Another's Sorrow, by William Blake
Can I see another's woe,
And not be in sorrow...
The Schoolboy, by William Blake
I love to rise on a summer morn,
When birds a...
The Shepherd, by William Blake
How sweet is the Shepherd's sweet lot!
From th...
The Sick Rose, by William Blake
O rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm,
...