William Blake

Jerusalem England awake awake awake Poem  ………………. by William Blake _______________________________________________________________________________________ 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 valleys felt her feetGently upon their bosoms move:Thy gates beheld sweet Zion’s ways:Then was a time of joy and love. And … Read more…

Jerusalem I see the Four fold Man The Humanity in deadly sleep Poem  ………………. by William Blake _______________________________________________________________________________________ I see the Four-fold Man, The Humanity in deadly sleep And its fallen Emanation, the Spectre and its cruel Shadow. I see the Past, Present and Future existing all at onceBefore me. O Divine Spirit, sustain me on … Read more…

Laughing Song Poem  ………………. by William Blake _______________________________________________________________________________________ When the green woods laugh with the voice of joyAnd the dimpling stream runs laughing by,When the air does laugh with our merry wit,And the green hill laughs with the noise of it. When the meadows laugh with lively greenAnd the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene. When … Read more…

London Poem  ………………. by William Blake _______________________________________________________________________________________ I wander thro’ each charter’d street. Near where the charter’d Thames does flowA mark in every face I meetMarks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man. In every Infants cry of fear. In every voice; in every ban. The mind-forg’d manacles I hear How the … Read more…

Love and Harmony Poem  ………………. by William Blake _______________________________________________________________________________________ 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 loud and singing sweet;Like gentle streams beneath our feetInnocence and virtue meet. Thou the golden fruit dost bear,I am clad in flowers fair;Thy sweet boughs … Read more…

Mad Song Poem  ………………. by William Blake _______________________________________________________________________________________ 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 birds of dawnThe earth do scorn. Lo! to the vaultOf paved heaven,With sorrow fraughtMy notes are driven:They strike the ear of night,Make weep the eyes of … Read more…

Milton And did those feet in ancient time Poem  ………………. by William Blake _______________________________________________________________________________________ And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England’s mountains green?And was the holy Lamb of GodOn England’s pleasant pastures seen? And did the Countenance DivineShine forth upon our clouded hills?And was Jerusalem builded hereAmong these dark Satanic mills? Bring me … Read more…

Milton But in the Wine presses the Human Grapes Sing not nor Dance Poem  ………………. by William Blake _______________________________________________________________________________________ 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 and in dungeons circled with ceaseless fires,In pits and dens and … Read more…

Mock On Mock On Voltaire Rousseau Poem  ………………. by William Blake _______________________________________________________________________________________ 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 every sand becomes a gemReflected in the beams divine;Blown back they blind the mocking eye,But still in Israel’s … Read more…

My Pretty Rose Tree Poem  ………………. by William Blake _______________________________________________________________________________________ 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 Pretty Rose-tree:To tend her by day and by night. But my Rose turnd away with … Read more…