Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
Reeds Of Innocence
Piping down the valleys wild,Piping songs of pleasant glee,On a cloud I saw a child,And he laughing said to me:'Pipe a song about a Lamb!'So I piped..
© William Blake
To Morning
O holy virgin! clad in purest white,Unlock heav'n's golden gates, and issue forth;Awake the dawn that sleeps in heaven; let lightRise from the..
© William Blake
I Rose Up At The Dawn Of Day
I rose up at the dawn of day--`Get thee away! get thee away!Pray'st thou for riches? Away! away!This is the Throne of Mammon grey.'Said I: This..
© William Blake
Hear The Voice Of The Bard
Hear the voice of the Bard !Who present, past, and future sees;Whose ears have heardThe Holy Word,That walked among the ancient trees,Calling the..
© William Blake
To Autumn
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stainèdWith the blood of the grape, pass not, but sitBeneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest,And tune thy jolly..
© William Blake
Hear The Voice
HEAR the voice of the Bard,Who present, past, and future, sees;Whose ears have heardThe Holy WordThat walk'd among the ancient trees;Calling the..
© William Blake
Songs Of Innocence: Introduction
Piping down the valleys wildPiping songs of pleasant gleeOn a cloud I saw a child.And he laughing said to me.Pipe a song about a Lamb:So I piped with..
© William Blake
The Chimney Sweeper: A Little Black Thing Among The Snow
A little black thing among the snow,Crying 'weep! 'weep! ' in notes of woe!'Where are thy father and mother? say? ''They are both gone up to the..
© William Blake
Holy Thursday (Experience)
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..
© William Blake
The Clod And The Pebble
'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.'So sung a..
© William Blake
The Lily
The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,The humble sheep a threat'ning horn:While the Lily white shall in love delight,Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her..
© William Blake
To See
To see a world in a grain of sand,And a heaven in a wild flower,Hold infinity in the palm of your handAnd eternity in an hour.
© William Blake
The Little Boy Lost
'Father, father, where are you going?Oh do not walk so fast!Speak, father, speak to you little boy,Or else I shall be lost.'The night was dark, no..
© William Blake
To Summer
O thou who passest thro' our valleys inThy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heatThat flames from their large nostrils! thou, O Summer,Oft..
© William Blake
The Voice Of The Ancient Bard
Youth of delight, come hither,And see the opening morn,Image of truth new born.Doubt is fled, & clouds of reason,Dark disputes & artful..
© William Blake
Spring
Sound the flute!Now it's mute!Bird's delight,Day and night,Nightingale,In the dale,Lark in sky,--Merrily,Merrily merrily, to welcome in the..
© William Blake
Mock On, Mock On, Voltaire, Rousseau
Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau;Mock on, mock on; 'tis all in vain!You throw the sand against the wind,And the wind blows it back again.And..
© William Blake
The Marriage Of Heaven And Hell
THE ARGUMENTRINTRAH roars and shakes hisfires in the burdenM air,Hungry clouds swag on the deep.Once meek, and in a perilous pathThe just man kept..
© William Blake
My Spectre Around Me Night And Day
iMy spectre around me night and dayLike a wild beast guards my way;My Emanation far withinWeeps incessantly for my sin.ii`A fathomless and..
© William Blake
To Nobodaddy
Why art thou silent & invisibleFather of jealousyWhy dost thou hide thyself in cloudsFrom every searching EyeWhy darkness & obscurityIn all..
© William Blake
The Fly
Little Fly,Thy summer's playMy thoughtless handHas brushed away.Am not IA fly like thee?Or art not thouA man like me?For I danceAnd drink, and..
© William Blake
The Birds
He. Where thou dwellest, in what grove,Tell me Fair One, tell me Love;Where thou thy charming nest dost build,O thou pride of every field!She. Yonder..
© William Blake
An Imitation Of Spenser
Golden Apollo, that thro' heaven wideScatter'st the rays of light, and truth's beams,In lucent words my darkling verses dight,And wash my earthy mind..
© William Blake
To Spring
O thou with dewy locks, who lookest downThro' the clear windows of the morning, turnThine angel eyes upon our western isle,Which in full choir hails..
© William Blake
But In The Wine-Presses The Human Grapes Sing Not Nor Dance
But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not nor dance:They howl and writhe in shoals of torment, in fierce flames consuming,In chains of iron..
© William Blake