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Mad Song

© William Blake

The wild winds weep
And the night is a-cold;
Come hither, Sleep,
And my griefs infold:

Never Seek to Tell thy Love

© William Blake

Never seek to tell thy love
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.

O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'd
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.

Sleep! Sleep! Beauty Bright

© William Blake

Sleep! sleep! beauty bright,
Dreaming o'er the joys of night;
Sleep! sleep! in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.

Three Things to Remember

© William Blake

A Robin Redbreast in a cage,
Puts all Heaven in a rage. A skylark wounded on the wing
Doth make a cherub cease to sing. He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be beloved by men.

Why Was Cupid a Boy

© William Blake

Why was Cupid a boy,
And why a boy was he?
He should have been a girl,
For aught that I can see.

I Heard an Angel

© William Blake

I heard an Angel singing
When the day was springing,
'Mercy, Pity, Peace
Is the world's release.'

The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

© William Blake

Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air;
Hungry clouds swag on the deep

Love and Harmony

© William Blake

Love and harmony combine,
And round our souls entwine
While thy branches mix with mine,
And our roots together join.

To Nobodaddy

© William Blake

Why art thou silent & invisible
Father of jealousy
Why dost thou hide thyself in clouds
From every searching Eye

Mock On, Mock On, Voltaire, Rousseau

© William Blake

The Atoms of Democritus
And Newton's Particles of Light
Are sands upon the Red Sea shore,
Where Israel's tents do shine so bright.

The Marriage of Heaven and Hell (excerpt)

© William Blake

In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
Prudence is a rich, ugly old maid courted by Incapacity.

The Voice Of The Ancient Bard

© William Blake

Youth of delight come hither.
And see the opening morn,
Image of truth new born.
Doubt is fled & clouds of reason.

The Shepherd

© William Blake

How sweet is the Shepherd's sweet lot,
From the morn to the evening he strays:
He shall follow his sheep all the day
And his tongue shall be filled with praise.

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.

Eternity

He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise.

Holy Thursday (Innocence)

Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean
The children walking two & two in red & blue & green
Grey headed beadles walked before with wands as white as snow
Till into the high dome of Pauls they like Thames waters flow

The Blossom

Merry Merry Sparrow
Under leaves so green
A happy Blossom
Sees you swift as arrow
Seek your cradle narrow
Near my Bosom.

On Anothers Sorrow

Can I see anothers woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see anothers grief,
And not seek for kind relief.

Night

The sun descending in the west.
The evening star does shine.
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine,