The Little Black Boy, by William Blake
My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I...
My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I...
Can I see another's woe,
And not be in sorrow...
1 And Aged Tiriel. Stood before the Gates of ...
The Argument I lovè d Theotormon,
An...
A.D. 812 My house is poor; those that I love h...
There is a lovely noise about your name,
Abov...
Alexis, beauteous, and his lord's delight,
...
This closing effort, Arethusa, aid;
A few b...
Whence joyful harvests spring, what heav'nly s...
Thus far the tilth of fields and stars of heave...
Thee too, great Pales, will I hymn, and thee...
Of air-born honey, gift of heaven, I now
Tak...
Sicilian Muse, begin a loftier strain!
Tho' l...
O virgin! Or what other name you bear
Above th...
The tale of love Alphesiboeus sung
And Damon, ...
Muses of Sicily, a loftier strain
Be ours: th...
When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half...
A wild-bear chase, didst never see?
Then hast...
From Agamemnon Spectral forms in visions of th...
An old lady, who was present at the execution ...
I walked alone in depths of Autumn woods;
The...
All human love is a faint type of God's;
An e...
O, thou ever restless sea,
"God's half-utter...
AN evening music in the reed was heard.
I went...
The golden apples dance on the bough,
Yellow ...