English Final: Blake
William Blake On Another's Sorrow Songs of Innocence
And not sit beside the nest, Pouring pity in their breast; And not sit the cradle near, Weeping tear on infant's tear;
William Blake On Another's Sorrow Songs of Innocence
And not sit both night and day, Wiping all our tears away? O, no! never can it be! Never, never can it be!
William Blake The Clod and the Pebble Songs of Experience
But for another gives its ease, And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair."
William Blake The Schoolboy Songs of Experience
But to go to school in a summer morn, - O it drives all joy away! Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day In sighing and dismay.
William Blake On Another's Sorrow Songs of Innocence
Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrow's share? Can a father see his child Weep, nor be with sorrow fill'd?
William Blake On Another's Sorrow Songs of Innocence
Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief?
William Blake Holy Thursday Songs of Innocence
Grey-headed beadles walkd before with wands as white as snow, Till into the high dome of Pauls they like Thames waters flow
William Blake The Shepherd: Song of Innocence
He is watchful while they are in peace, For they know when their shepherd is nigh.
William Blake The Shepherd: Song of Innocence
He shall follow his sheep all the day, And his tongue shall be filled with praise.
William Blake The Schoolboy Songs of Experience
How shall the summer arise in joy, Or the summer fruits appear? Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy, Or bless the mellowing year, When the blasts of winter appear?
William Blake The Fly Songs of Experience
Little fly, Thy summer's play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away.
William Blake The Schoolboy Songs of Experience
O father and mother if buds are nipped, And blossoms blown away; And if the tender plants are stripped Of their joy in the springing day, By sorrow and care's dismay, -
William Blake Holy Thursday Songs of Innocence
O what a multitude they seemd these flowers of London town Seated in companies they sit with radiance all their own
William Blake Introduction to the Song's of Innocence Song of Innocence
Piper sit thee down and write In a book that all may read— So he vanish'd from my sight. And I pluck'd a hollow reed.
William Blake The Fly Songs of Experience
Then am I A happy fly, If I live, Or if I die.
William Blake Holy Thursday Songs of Innocence
Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean The children walking two & two in red & blue & green
William Blake The Clod and the Pebble Songs of Experience
"Love seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care,
William Blake The Schoolboy Songs of Experience
Ah then at times I drooping sit, And spend many an anxious hour; Nor in my book can I take delight, Nor sit in learning's bower, Worn through with the dreary shower.
William Blake The Fly Songs of Experience
Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me?
William Blake Introduction to the Song's of Innocence Song of Innocence
And I made a rural pen, And I stain'd the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear
William Blake The Chimney Sweeper: A little black thing among the snow Song of Experience
And because I am happy and dance and sing, They think they have done me no injury, And are gone to praise God and his Priest and King, Who make up a heaven of our misery."
William Blake The Chimney Sweeper: When my mother died I was very young: Song of Innocence
And by came an Angel who had a bright key, And he opened the coffins & set them all free; Then down a green plain, leaping, laughing they run, And wash in a river and shine in the Sun.
William Blake On Another's Sorrow Songs of Innocence
And can He who smiles on all Hear the wren with sorrows small, Hear the small bird's grief and care, Hear the woes that infants bear,
William Blake The Chimney Sweeper: When my mother died I was very young: Song of Innocence
And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark And got with our bags & our brushes to work. Though the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm; So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.
William Blake The Chimney Sweeper: When my mother died I was very young: Song of Innocence
And so he was quiet, & that very night, As Tom was a-sleeping he had such a sight! That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, & Jack, Were all of them locked up in coffins of black;
William Blake The Little Black Boy Songs of Innocence
And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love, And these black bodies and this sun-burnt face Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
William Blake The Chimney Sweeper: A little black thing among the snow Song of Experience
Because I was happy upon the heath, And smil'd among the winter's snow, They clothed me in the clothes of death, And taught me to sing the notes of woe.
William Blake The Clod and the Pebble Songs of Experience
But a Pebble of the brook Warbled out these metres meet:
William Blake The Fly Songs of Experience
For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing.
William Blake The Shepherd: Song of Innocence
For he hears the lambs' innocent call, And he hears the ewes' tender reply;
William Blake The Little Black Boy Songs of Innocence
For when our souls have learn'd the heat to bear The cloud will vanish we shall hear his voice. Saying: come out from the grove my love & care, And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice.
William Blake On Another's Sorrow Songs of Innocence
He doth give His joy to all; He becomes an infant small; He becomes a man of woe; He doth feel the sorrow too.
William Blake The Shepherd: Song of Innocence
How sweet is the shepherd's sweet lot! From the morn to the evening he strays;
William Blake The Schoolboy Songs of Experience
I love to rise in a summer morn, When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his horn, And the skylark sings with me: O what sweet company!
William Blake The Fly Songs of Experience
If thought is life And strength and breath, And the want Of thought is death,
William Blake The Little Black Boy Songs of Innocence
Ill shade him from the heat till he can bear, To lean in joy upon our fathers knee. And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair, And be like him and he will then love me.
William Blake On Another's Sorrow Songs of Innocence
O! He gives to us His joy That our grief He may destroy; Till our grief is fled and gone He doth sit by us and moan.
William Blake Introduction to the Song's of Innocence Song of Innocence
Pipe a song about a Lamb; So I piped with merry chear, Piper pipe that song again— So I piped, he wept to hear.
William Blake The Clod and the Pebble Songs of Experience
So sung a little Clod of Clay Trodden with the cattle's feet,
William Blake The Chimney Sweeper: When my mother died I was very young: Song of Innocence
Then naked & white, all their bags left behind, They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind. And the Angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy, He'd have God for his father & never want joy.
William Blake The Chimney Sweeper: When my mother died I was very young: Song of Innocence
There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved, so I said, "Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head's bare, You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair."
William Blake The Little Black Boy Songs of Innocence
Thus did my mother say and kissed me, And thus I say to little English boy. When I from black and he from white cloud free, And round the tent of God like lambs we joy:
William Blake The Clod and the Pebble Songs of Experience
"Love seeketh only self to please, To bind another to its delight,
William Blake The Chimney Sweeper: A little black thing among the snow Song of Experience
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.
William Blake Holy Thursday Songs of Innocence
Beneath them sit the aged men wise guardians of the poor Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door
William Blake Earth's Answer Songs of Experience
Break this heavy chain, That does freeze my bones around Selfish! vain! Eternal bane! That free Love with bondage bound.
William Blake On Another's Sorrow Songs of Innocence
Can a mother sit and hear An infant groan, an infant fear? No, no! never can it be! Never, never can it be!
William Blake Earth's Answer Songs of Experience
Does spring hide its joy When buds and blossoms grow? Does the sower? Sow by night? Or the plowman in darkness plow?
William Blake Introduction to the Song's of Innocence Song of Innocence
Drop thy pipe thy happy pipe Sing thy songs of happy chear, So I sung the same again While he wept with joy to hear
William Blake Earth's Answer Songs of Experience
Earth rais'd up her head, From the darkness dread & drear. Her light fled: Stony dread! And her locks cover'd with grey despair.
William Blake The Schoolboy Songs of Experience
How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring!
William Blake The Clod and the Pebble Songs of Experience
Joys in another's loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite."
William Blake The Little Black Boy Songs of Innocence
Look on the rising sun: there God does live And gives his light, and gives his heat away. And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive Comfort in morning joy in the noonday.
William Blake The Little Black Boy Songs of Innocence
My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white; White as an angel is the English child: But I am black as if bereav'd of light.
William Blake The Little Black Boy Songs of Innocence
My mother taught me underneath a tree And sitting down before the heat of day, She took me on her lap and kissed me, And pointing to the east began to say.
William Blake Holy Thursday Songs of Innocence
Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of Heaven among
William Blake Introduction to the Song's of Innocence Song of Innocence
Piping down the valleys wild Piping songs of pleasant glee On a cloud I saw a child. And he laughing said to me.
William Blake Earth's Answer Songs of Experience
Prison'd on watry shore Starry Jealousy does keep my den Cold and hoar Weeping o'er I hear the Father of the ancient men
William Blake Earth's Answer Songs of Experience
Selfish father of men Cruel, jealous, selfish fear Can delight Chain'd in night The virgins of youth and morning bear.
William Blake Holy Thursday Songs of Innocence
The hum of multitudes was there but multitudes of lambs Thousands of little boys & girls raising their innocent hands
William Blake On Another's Sorrow Songs of Innocence
Think not thou canst sigh a sigh, And thy Maker is not by; Think not thou canst weep a tear, And thy Maker is not near.
William Blake The Chimney Sweeper: When my mother died I was very young: Song of Innocence
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 & in soot I sleep.