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 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
The Shepherd
How sweet is the shepherd's sweet lot!From the morn to the evening he strays;He shall follow his sheep all the day,And his tongue shall be filled..
© William Blake
The Smile
There is a Smile of LoveAnd there is a Smile of DeceitAnd there is a Smile of SmilesIn which these two Smiles meetAnd there is a Frown of HateAnd..
© William Blake
Proverbs Of Hell (Excerpt From The Marriage Of Heaven And H
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.The road of excess leads to the palace..
© William Blake
The Wild Flower's Song
As I wandered the forest,The green leaves among,I heard a Wild FlowerSinging a song.'I slept in the earthIn the silent night,I murmured my fearsAnd I..
© William Blake
Mad Song
The wild winds weepAnd the night is a-cold;Come hither, Sleep,And my griefs infold:But lo! the morning peepsOver the eastern steeps,And the rustling..
© William Blake
The Two Songs
I heard an Angel SingingWhen the day was springing:'Mercy, pity, and peace,Are the world's release.'So he sang all dayOver the new-mown hay,Till the..
© William Blake
Nurse's Song (Innocence)
When voices of children are heard on the greenAnd laughing is heard on the hill,My heart is at rest within my breastAnd everything else is stillThen..
© William Blake
The Echoing Green
The sun does arise,And make happy the skies;The merry bells ringTo welcome the spring;The skylark and thrush,The birds of the bush,Sing louder..
© William Blake
Divine Image
To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love,All pray in their distress,And to these virtues of delightReturn their thankfulness.For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and..
© William Blake
The Land Of Dreams
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.'O, what land is..
© William Blake
America, A Prophecy
The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc,When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode:His food she brought in iron..
© William Blake
To Winter
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:The north is thine; there hast thou built thy darkDeep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs,Nor bend thy..
© William Blake
America, A Prophecy
The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc,When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode:His food she brought in iron..
© William Blake
On Another's Sorrow
Can I see another's woe,And not be in sorrow too?Can I see another's grief,And not seek for kind relief?Can I see a falling tear,And not feel my..
© William Blake
Earth's Answer
Earth raised up her headFrom the darkness dread and drear,Her light fled,Stony, dread,And her locks covered with grey despair.'Prisoned on watery..
© William Blake
Why Was Cupid A Boy
Why was Cupid a boy,And why a boy was he?He should have been a girl,For aught that I can see.For he shoots with his bow,And the girl shoots with her..
© William Blake
I Heard An Angel
I heard an Angel singingWhen the day was springing,'Mercy, Pity, PeaceIs the world's release.'Thus he sung all dayOver the new mown hay,Till the sun..
© William Blake
Cradle Song
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,Dreaming in the joys of night;Sleep, sleep; in thy sleepLittle sorrows sit and weep.Sweet babe, in thy faceSoft desires I..
© William Blake
Day
The Sun arises in the East,Cloth'd in robes of blood and gold;Swords and spears and wrath increastAll around his bosom roll'dCrown'd with warlike..
© William Blake
To The Evening Star
Thou fair-haired angel of the evening,Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, lightThy bright torch of love; thy radiant crownPut on, and smile..
© William Blake