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").
The Human Abstract
Pity would be no moreIf we did not make somebody Poor;And Mercy no more could beIf all were as happy as we.And mutual fear brings peace,Till the..
© William Blake
Never Seek To Tell Thy Love
Never seek to tell thy loveLove that never told can be;For the gentle wind does moveSilently, invisibly.I told my love, I told my love,I told her all..
© William Blake
Infant Sorrow
My mother groaned, my father wept,Into the dangerous world I leapt;Helpless, naked, piping loud,Like a fiend hid in a cloud.Struggling in my father's..
© William Blake
Jerusalem
And did those feet in ancient timeWalk upon England's mountains green?And was the holy Lamb of GodOn England's pleasant pastures seen?And did the..
© William Blake
The Blossom
Merry, merry sparrow!Under leaves so greenA happy blossomSees you, swift as arrow,Seek your cradle narrow,Near my bosom.Pretty, pretty robin!Under..
© William Blake
Infant Joy
'I have no name;I am but two days old.'What shall I call thee?'I happy am,Joy is my name.'Sweet joy befall thee!Pretty joy!Sweet joy, but two days..
© William Blake
Love And Harmony
Love and harmony combine,And round our souls entwineWhile thy branches mix with mine,And our roots together join.Joys upon our branches sit,Chirping..
© William Blake
The Lamb
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..
© William Blake
My Pretty Rose Tree
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.Then I went to my..
© William Blake
The Sick Rose
O Rose, thou art sick!The invisible wormThat flies in the night,In the howling storm,Has found out thy bedOf crimson joy:And his dark secret loveDoes..
© William Blake
Night
The sun descending in the west,The evening star does shine;The birds are silent in their nest,And I must seek for mine.The moon, like a flower,In..
© William Blake
Three Things To Remember
A Robin Redbreast in a cage,Puts all Heaven in a rage.A skylark wounded on the wingDoth make a cherub cease to sing.He who shall hurt the little..
© William Blake
Eternity
He who binds to himself a joyDoes the winged life destroy;But he who kisses the joy as it fliesLives in eternity's sun rise.
© William Blake
A Song
Sweet dreams, form a shadeO'er my lovely infant's head!Sweet dreams of pleasant streamsBy happy, silent, moony beams!Sweet Sleep, with soft downWeave..
© William Blake
The Garden Of Love
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.And the gates of this..
© William Blake
And Did Those Feet In Ancient Time
And did those feet in ancient timeWalk upon England's mountains green?And was the holy Lamb of GodOn England's pleasant pastures seen?And did the..
© William Blake
A War Song To Englishmen
Prepare, prepare the iron helm of war,Bring forth the lots, cast in the spacious orb;Th' Angel of Fate turns them with mighty hands,And casts them..
© William Blake
Ah Sunflower
Ah Sunflower, weary of time,Who countest the steps of the sun;Seeking after that sweet golden climeWhere the traveller's journey is done;Where the..
© William Blake
A Dream
Once a dream did weave a shadeO'er my angel-guarded bed,That an emmet lost its wayWhere on grass methought I lay.Troubled, wildered, and..
© William Blake
London
I wandered through each chartered street,Near where the chartered Thames does flow,A mark in every face I meet,Marks of weakness, marks of woe.In..
© William Blake
Broken Love
MY Spectre around me night and dayLike a wild beast guards my way;My Emanation far withinWeeps incessantly for my sin.‘A fathomless and boundless..
© William Blake
A Little Boy Lost
Nought loves another as itself,Nor venerates another so,Nor is it possible to thoughtA greater than itself to know.'And, father, how can I love youOr..
© William Blake
A Little Girl Lost
Children of the future age,Reading this indignant page,Know that in a former timeLove, sweet love, was thought a crime.In the age of gold,Free from..
© William Blake
A Cradle Song
Sweet dreams form a shade,O'er my lovely infants head.Sweet dreams of pleasant streams,By happy silent moony beamsSweet sleep with soft down.Weave..
© William Blake
The Angel
I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?And that I was a maiden QueenGuarded by an Angel mild:Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!And I wept both night and..
© William Blake