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The Angel

By admin On July 11, 2011 · Leave a Comment · In William Blake
I dreamt a dream! What can it mean? And that I was a maiden Queen Guarded by an Angel mild: Witless woe was ne’er beguiled! And I wept both night and day, And he wiped my tears away; And I wept both day and night, And hid from him my heart’s delight. So he took [...]
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The Fly

By admin On July 11, 2011 · Leave a Comment · In William Cullen Bryant
Little Fly, Thy summer’s play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me? For I dance And drink, and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength and breath And the want Of thought is [...]
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The Sick Rose

By admin On July 11, 2011 · Leave a Comment · In William Blake
O rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm, That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.
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Nurse’s Song

By admin On July 11, 2011 · Leave a Comment · In William Blake
When voices of children are heard on the green, And whisperings are in the dale, The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind, My face turns green and pale. Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down, And the dews of night arise; Your spring and your day are wasted in [...]
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The Chimney Sweeper

By admin On July 11, 2011 · Leave a Comment · In 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. “Because I was happy upon the heath, And smiled among the winter’s snow, They clothed me in the clothes of death, And taught me [...]
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The Little Girl Found

By admin On July 11, 2011 · Leave a Comment · In William Blake
All the night in woe Lyca’s parents go Over valleys deep, While the deserts weep. Tired and woe-begone, Hoarse with making moan, Arm in arm, seven days They traced the desert ways. Seven nights they sleep Among shadows deep, And dream they see their child Starved in desert wild. Pale through pathless ways The fancied [...]
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The Little Girl Lost

By admin On July 11, 2011 · Leave a Comment · In William Blake
In futurity I prophetic see That the earth from sleep (Grave the sentence deep) Shall arise, and seek for her Maker meek; And the desert wild Become a garden mild. In the southern clime, Where the summer’s prime Never fades away, Lovely Lyca lay. Seven summers old Lovely Lyca told. She had wandered long, Hearing [...]
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Holy Thursday

By admin On July 11, 2011 · Leave a Comment · In Poets
Is this a holy thing to see In a rich and fruitful land,– Babes reduced to misery, Fed with cold and usurous hand? Is that trembling cry a song? Can it be a song of joy? And so many children poor? It is a land of poverty! And their son does never shine, And their [...]
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The Clod and the Pebble

By admin On July 11, 2011 · Leave a Comment · In William Blake
“Love seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives it ease, And builds a heaven in hell’s despair.” So sang a little clod of clay, Trodden with the cattle’s feet, But a pebble of the brook Warbled out these metres meet: “Love seeketh only Self to please, To [...]
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Earth’s Answer

By admin On July 11, 2011 · Leave a Comment · In 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. “Prisoned on watery shore, Starry jealousy does keep my den Cold and hoar; Weeping o’er, I hear the father of the ancient men. “Selfish father of men! Cruel, jealous, selfish fear! Can [...]
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