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 hands,Striving against my swaddling bands,Bound an... Posted by on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 21:13:00 GMT |
The Tiger |
Tiger! Tiger! burning brightIn the forests of the night,What immortal hand or eyeCould frame thy fearful symmetry?In what distant deeps or skiesBurnt the fire of thine eyes?On what wings dare he aspir... Posted by on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 21:11:00 GMT |
The Sick Rose |
O Rose, thou art sick!The invisible worm,That flies in the night,In the howling storm,Has found out thy bedOf crimson joy;And his dark secret loveDoes thy life destroy.Poem by William Blake Posted by on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 21:10:00 GMT |
Holy Thursday |
'Twas on a holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean,The children walking two and two in red and blue and green:Grey-headed beadles walked before, with wands as white as snow,Till into the high dome o... Posted by on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 21:09:00 GMT |
The Chimney Sweeper |
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 church to pray."Because I was happy upon the heath,And s... Posted by on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 21:06:00 GMT |
The Lamb |
Little lamb, who made thee?Dost thou know who made thee?Gave thee life, and bid thee feedBy the stream and o'er the mead;Gave thee clothing of delight,Softest clothing, woolly, bright;Gave thee such a... Posted by on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 21:00:00 GMT |
A Poison Tree |
I was angry with my friend:I told my wrath, my wrath did end.I was angry with my foe:I told it not, my wrath did grow.And I watered it in fearsNight and morning with my tears,And I sunned it with smil... Posted by on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 20:57:00 GMT |
Loves Secret |
Never seek to tell thy love,Love that never told can be;For the gentle wind doth moveSilently, invisibly.I told my love, I told my love,I told her all my heart,Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.Ah! sh... Posted by on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 20:54:00 GMT |
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 the Land of Dreams?What are its mountains, and what ... Posted by on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 20:52:00 GMT |
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 Chapel were shut,And "Thou shalt not" writ over the d... Posted by on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 20:49:00 GMT |