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A Poem by William Blake: Fly, The

Fly, The Little Fly, Thy summer’s play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me? For I dance And drink, and sing, Till some blind hand Shall …

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A Poem by William Blake: Fair Elanor

Fair Elanor The bell struck one, and shook the silent tower; The graves give up their dead: fair Elenor Walk’d by the castle gate, and lookèd in. A hollow groan ran thro’ the dreary vaults. She shriek’d aloud, and sunk …

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A Poem by William Blake: Echoing Green, The

Echoing Green, The The sun does arise, And make happy the skies; The merry bells ring To welcome the spring; The skylark and thrush, The birds of the bush, Sing louder around To the bell’s cheerful sound, While our sports …

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A Poem by William Blake: Earth’s Answer

Earth’s Answer Earth raised up her head From the darkness dread and drear, Her light fled, Stony, dread, And her locks covered with grey despair. ‘Prisoned on watery shore, Starry jealousy does keep my den Cold and hoar; Weeping o’re, …

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A Poem by William Blake: Devine Image

Devine Image To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, Is God our Father dear; And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, Is …

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A Poem by William Blake: Day

Day The Sun arises in the East, Cloth’d in robes of blood and gold; Swords and spears and wrath increast All around his bosom roll’d Crown’d with warlike fires and raging desires.   William Blake

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A Poem by William Blake: Cradle Song

  Cradle Song Sleep, sleep, beauty bright, Dreaming in the joys of night; Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep Little sorrows sit and weep. Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty …

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A Poem by William Blake : Chimney-Sweeper, The

Chimney-Sweeper, The When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry “Weep! weep! weep! weep!” So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep. There’s little Tom Dacre, …

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A Poem by William Blake : Chimney Sweeper, The

Chimney Sweeper, The A little black thing in 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 …

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A Poem by William Blake : Broken Love

Broken Love MY Spectre around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way; My Emanation far within Weeps incessantly for my sin. ‘A fathomless and boundless deep, There we wander, there we weep; On the hungry craving …

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A Poem by William Blake : Book of Urizen, The (excerpts)

Book of Urizen, The (excerpts) CHAPTER 1 Lo, a shadow of horror is risen In Eternity! Unknown, unprolific, Self-clos’d, all-repelling: what demon Hath form’d this abominable void, This soul-shudd’ring vacuum? Some said “It is Urizen.” But unknown, abstracted, Brooding, secret, …

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A Poem by William Blake : Blossom, The

Blossom, The Merry, merry sparrow! Under leaves so green A happy blossom Sees you, swift as arrow, Seek your cradle narrow, Near my bosom. Pretty, pretty robin! Under leaves so green A happy blossom Hears you sobbing, sobbing, Pretty, pretty …

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A Poem by William Blake : Blind Man’s Buff

Blind Man’s Buff When silver snow decks Susan’s clothes, And jewel hangs at th’ shepherd’s nose, The blushing bank is all my care, With hearth so red, and walls so fair; `Heap the sea-coal, come, heap it higher, The oaken …

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