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 Grey Monk
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..
© William Blake
Fair Elanor
The bell struck one, and shook the silent tower;The graves give up their dead: fair ElenorWalk'd by the castle gate, and lookèd in.A hollow groan ran..
© William Blake
How Sweet I Roam'D
How sweet I roam'd from field to field,And tasted all the summer's pride'Til the prince of love beheldWho in the sunny beams did glide!He shew'd me..
© William Blake
Why Should I Care For The Men Of Thames
Why should I care for the men of thamesOr the cheating waves of charter'd streamsOr shrink at the little blasts of fearThat the hireling blows into..
© William Blake
Now Art Has Lost Its Mental Charms
`Now Art has lost its mental charmsFrance shall subdue the world in arms.'So spoke an Angel at my birth;Then said `Descend thou upon..
© William Blake
Songs Of Experience: Introduction
Hear the voice of the Bard!Who Present, Past, & Future seesWhose ears have heardThe Holy Word,That walk'd among the ancient trees.Calling the..
© William Blake
To The Muses
Whether on Ida's shady brow,Or in the chambers of the East,The chambers of the sun, that nowFrom ancient melody have ceas'd;Whether in Heav'n ye..
© William Blake
I Saw A Chapel
I saw a chapel all of goldThat none did dare to enter in,And many weeping stood without,Weeping, mourning, worshipping.I saw a serpent rise..
© William Blake
The Little Vagabond
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..
© William Blake
Several Questions Answered
What is it men in women do require?The lineaments of Gratified Desire.What is it women do in men require?The lineaments of Gratified Desire.The look..
© William Blake
England! Awake! Awake! Awake!
England! awake! awake! awake!Jerusalem thy Sister calls!Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of deathAnd close her from thy ancient walls?Thy hills and..
© William Blake
Silent, Silent Night
Silent, silent night,Quench the holy lightOf thy torches bright;For possessed of DayThousand spirits strayThat sweet joys betray.Why should joys be..
© William Blake
Milton: 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
Holy Thursday (Innocence)
Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces cleanThe children walking two & two in red & blue & greenGrey headed beadles walked before..
© William Blake
Introduction To The Songs 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
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