Poems by William Blake
A Little Boy Lost
... Are such thing done on Albion's shore ...
To See
... Hold infinity in the palm of your hand ...
The Grey Monk (excerpts)
... The blood red ran from the Grey Monk's side, ...
My Spectre Around Me Night and Day
... iii `He scents thy footsteps in the snow, ...
From Jerusalem
... Our souls exult, and Londons towers&emsp ...
The Angel that presided o'er my birth
... Said, "Little creature, form'd of Joy and Mirth, ...
The Invocation
... For Death Eternal, in the Heavens of Albion, and before the Gates ...
The Schoolboy
... Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy ...
The Lily
... Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright ...
A War Song to Englishmen
... Prepare your hearts for Death's cold hand! prepare ...
A Little Girl Lost
... That shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair!" ...
America: A Prophecy
... is harp aloft sounding, then dash'd its shining frame againstA ruin'd pillar in glitt'ring fragments ...
The Book of Urizen
... of swelling seas, sound in his clouds,In his hills of stor'd snows, in his mountainsOf hail and ice ...
Europe: A Prophecy
... burning powerAnd bring forth howling terrors, all devouring fiery kings,Devouring and devouré ...
The Four Zoas
... 17While our olive and vine sing and laugh round our door, and our children bring fruits and flowers ...
