William Blake Poems

Poem Lyrics of Some of the Best William Blake Poems

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Here are the some more poem lyrics of William Blake poems. To make your browsing more effective, I have included the first four lines of each poem after the title.

A Divine Image
William Blake
Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secresy the human dress.

A Dream
William Blake
Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass methought I lay.

A Little Boy Lost
William Blake
"Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.

A Little Girl Lost
William Blake
Children of the future age,
Reading this indignant page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.

A Poison Tree
William Blake
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe;
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

Auguries of Innocence
William Blake
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.

Earth's Answer
William Blake
Earth raised up her head
From the darkness dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.

Holy Thursday
William Blake
'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean,
Came children walking two and two, in read, and blue, and green:
Grey-headed beadles walked before, with wands as white as snow,
Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames waters flow.

Human Abstract
William Blake
Pity would be no more,
If we did not make somebody Poor;
And Mercy no more could be,
If all were as happy as we;

I Heard an Angel
William Blake
I heard an Angel singing
When the day was springing,
"Mercy, Pity, Peace
Is the world's release."

Infant Joy
William Blake
"I have no name;
I am but two days old."
What shall I call thee?


"I happy am,

Infant Sorrow
William Blake
My mother groaned, my father wept,
Into the dangerous world I leapt;
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.

Jerusalem
William Blake
And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?

Laughing Song
William Blake
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

London
William Blake
I wander through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A mark in every face I meet,
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

Love's Secret
William Blake
Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.

Mad Song
William Blake
The wild winds weep
And the night is a-cold;
Come hither, Sleep,
And my griefs infold:

My Pretty Rose Tree
William Blake
A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said "I've a pretty rose tree,"
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.

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Here are the some more poem lyrics of William Blake poems. To make your browsing more effective, I have included the first four lines of each poem after the title.

Night
William Blake
The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.

Nurse's Song
William Blake
When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.



On Another's Sorrow
William Blake
Can I see another's woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another's grief,
And not seek for kind relief?

Preludium to America
William Blake
The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc,
When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode:
His food she brought in iron baskets, his drink in cups of iron:
Crown'd with a helmet and dark hair the nameless female stood;

The Blossom
William Blake
Merry, merry sparrow!
Under leaves so green
A happy blossom
Sees you, swift as arrow,

The Chimney Sweeper
William Blake
A little black thing in the snow,
Crying "weep! weep!" in notes of woe!
"Where are thy father and mother? Say!"
"They are both gone up to the church to pray.

The Fly
William Blake
Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.

The Garden of Love
William Blake
I laid me down upon a bank,
Where Love lay sleeping;
I heard among the rushes dank
Weeping, weeping.

The Grey Monk
William Blake
"I die, I die!" the Mother said,
"My children die for lack of bread.
What more has the merciless Tyrant said?"
The Monk sat down on the stony bed.

The Lamb
William Blake
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed,
By the stream and o'er the mead;

The Land of Dreams
William Blake
Awake, awake, my little boy!
Thou wast thy mother's only joy;
Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep?
Awake! thy father does thee keep.

The Lily
William Blake
The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
The humble sheep a threat'ning horn:

The Little Black Boy
William Blake
My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if bereaved of light.

The Little Vagabond
William Blake
Dear mother, dear mother, the church is cold,
But the ale-house is healthy and pleasant and warm;
Besides I can tell where I am used well,
Such usage in Heaven will never do well.

The Question Answered
William Blake
What is it men in women do require?
The lineaments of gratified Desire.

The Sick Rose
William Blake
O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

The Tiger
William Blake
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

The Wild Flower's Song
William Blake
As I wandered the forest,
The green leaves among,
I heard a Wild Flower
Singing a song.

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