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William Blake Poems, continued

Poem Lyrics of Some of the Best William Blake Poems ...continued

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Here are the some more poem lyrics of William Blake poems. To make your browsing more effective, I have included the first four lines of each poem after the title.

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

Nurse's Song
William Blake
When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.

On Another's Sorrow
William Blake
Can I see another's woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another's grief,
And not seek for kind relief?

Preludium to America
William Blake
The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc,
When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode:
His food she brought in iron baskets, his drink in cups of iron:
Crown'd with a helmet and dark hair the nameless female stood;

The Blossom
William Blake
Merry, merry sparrow!
Under leaves so green
A happy blossom
Sees you, swift as arrow,

The Chimney Sweeper
William Blake
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.

The Fly
William Blake
Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.

The Garden of Love
William Blake
I laid me down upon a bank,
Where Love lay sleeping;
I heard among the rushes dank
Weeping, weeping.

The Grey Monk
William Blake
"I die, I die!" the Mother said,
"My children die for lack of bread.
What more has the merciless Tyrant said?"
The Monk sat down on the stony bed.

The Lamb
William Blake
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed,
By the stream and o'er the mead;

The Land of Dreams
William Blake
Awake, awake, my little boy!
Thou wast thy mother's only joy;
Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep?
Awake! thy father does thee keep.

The Lily
William Blake
The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
The humble sheep a threat'ning horn:

The Little Black Boy
William Blake
My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if bereaved of light.

The Little Vagabond
William Blake
Dear mother, dear mother, the church is cold,
But the ale-house is healthy and pleasant and warm;
Besides I can tell where I am used well,
Such usage in Heaven will never do well.

The Question Answered
William Blake
What is it men in women do require?
The lineaments of gratified Desire.

The Sick Rose
William Blake
O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

The Tiger
William Blake
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

The Wild Flower's Song
William Blake
As I wandered the forest,
The green leaves among,
I heard a Wild Flower
Singing a song.

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