Poems by William Blake
The Crystal Cabinet
... With ardor fierce and hands of flame, ...
Day
... Crown'd with warlike fires and raging desires ...
A Divine Image
... The human heart its hungry gorge ...
The Chimney Sweeper: When my mother died I was very young
... That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved, so I said, ...
Holy Thursday: Is this a holy thing to see
... For where-e'er the sun does shine, ...
Cradle Song
... Then the dreadful night shall break ...
Song: How sweet I roam'd from field to field
... Then, laughing, sports and plays with me ...
Holy Thursday: 'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean
... Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song ...
But in the Wine-presses the Human Grapes Sing not nor Dance
... These are the sports of love, and these the sweet delights of amorous play, ...
Song: My silks and fine array
... His breast is love's all worship'd tomb, ...
The Clod and the Pebble
... And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite ...
Jerusalem ["And did those feet in ancient time"]
... I will not cease from Mental Fight, ...
Introduction to the Songs of Experience
... And fallen fallen light renew! ...
The Smile
... For it sticks in the Hearts deep Core ...
The Chimney Sweeper: A little black thing among the snow
... And are gone to praise God and his Priest and King, ...
