The Land Of Dreams - Poem by 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 Lamb - Poem by 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;
Gave thee clothing of delight,

The Invocation - Poem by William Blake

Daughters of Beulah! Muses who inspire the Poet's Song,
Record the journey of immortal Milton thro' your realms
Of terror and mild moony lustre, in soft Sexual delusions
Of varièd beauty, to delight the wanderer, and repose

The Human Abstract - Poem by 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.

The Grey Monk - Poem by William Blake

1 'I die, I die!' the Mother said, 
2 'My children die for lack of bread.
3 What more has the merciless Tyrant said?'
4 The Monk sat down on the stony bed.

5 The blood red ran from the Grey Monk's side,
6 His hands and feet were wounded wide,
7 His body bent, his arms and knees
8 Like to the roots of ancient trees.

9 His eye was dry; no tear could flow:
10 A hollow groan first spoke his woe.
11 He trembled and shudder'd upon the bed;
12 At length with a feeble cry he said:

13 'When God commanded this hand to write
14 In the studious hours of deep midnight,
15 He told me the writing I wrote should prove
16 The bane of all that on Earth I lov'd.

The Garden Of Love - Poem by William Blake

I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen; 
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

The French Revolution (Excerpt) - Poem by William Blake

Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines
From his mountains; an odor of war, like a ripe vineyard, rose from his garments,
And the chamber became as a clouded sky; o'er the council he stretch'd his red limbs,
Cloth'd in flames of crimson; as a ripe vineyard stretches over sheaves of corn,

The Four Zoas (Excerpt) - Poem by William Blake

'What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song? 
Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price
Of all that a man hath, his house, his wife, his children.
Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy,
And in the wither'd field where the farmer plows for bread in vain. 

The Fly - Poem by William Blake

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

The Fairy - Poem by William Blake

‘COME hither, my Sparrows,
My little arrows.
If a tear or a smile
Will a man beguile,
If an amorous delay  

The Everlasting Gospel - Poem by William Blake

The vision of Christ that thou dost see 
Is my vision’s greatest enemy. 
Thine has a great hook nose like thine; 
Mine has a snub nose like to mine. 
Thine is the Friend of all Mankind; 

The Echoing Green - Poem by William Blake

The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around

The Crystal Cabinet - Poem by William Blake

The Maiden caught me in the wild,
Where I was dancing merrily;
She put me into her Cabinet,
And lock'd me up with a golden key.

This cabinet is form'd of gold
And pearl and crystal shining bright,
And within it opens into a world
And a little lovely moony night.

The Clod And The Pebble - Poem by William Blake

'Love seeketh not itself to please, 
Nor for itself hath any care, 
But for another gives its ease, 
And builds a heaven in hell's despair.'

The Chimney Sweeper: A Little Black Thing Among The Snow - Poem by William Blake

The Caverns of the Grave I've seen,
And these I show'd to England's Queen.
But now the Caves of Hell I view,
Who shall I dare to show them to?
What mighty soul i 362 n Beauty's form

The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Viii - Poem by William Blake

1. Urizen explor'd his dens
Mountain, moor, & wilderness,
With a globe of fire lighting his journey
A fearful journey, annoy'd
By cruel enormities: forms 
Of life on his forsaken mountains 

The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Vii - Poem by William Blake

1. They named the child Orc, he grew
Fed with milk of Enitharmon

2. Los awoke her; O sorrow & pain!
A tight'ning girdle grew,
Around his bosom. In sobbings 

The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Vi - Poem by William Blake

1. But Los saw the Female & pitied 
He embrac'd her, she wept, she refus'd
In perverse and cruel delight
She fled from his arms, yet he followd

The Book Of Urizen: Chapter V - Poem by William Blake

1. In terrors Los shrunk from his task: 
His great hammer fell from his hand:
His fires beheld, and sickening,
Hid their strong limbs in smoke.

The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ix - Poem by William Blake

1. Then the Inhabitants of those Cities:
Felt their Nerves change into Marrow
And hardening Bones began 
In swift diseases and torments,
In throbbings & shootings & grindings
Thro' all the coasts; till weaken'd