Section: «Poems»
Verse (ancient Greek ὁ στίχος — row, structure), a term in versification used in several meanings:
artistic speech organized by division into rhythmically commensurate segments; poetry in the narrow sense; in particular, it implies the properties of versification of a particular tradition ("antique verse", "Akhmatova's verse", etc.);
a line of poetic text organized according to a certain rhythmic pattern ("My uncle of the most honest rules").
The Crystal Cabinet
The Maiden caught me in the wild,Where I was dancing merrily;She put me into her Cabinet,And lock'd me up with a golden key.This cabinet is form'd of..
© William Blake
The Little Girl Lost
In futurityI prophesy see.That the earth from sleep.(Grave the sentence deep)Shall arise and seekFor her maker meek:And the desart wildBecome a..
© William Blake
The Caverns Of The Grave I'Ve Seen
The Caverns of the Grave I've seen,And these I show'd to England's Queen.But now the Caves of Hell I view,Who shall I dare to show them to?What..
© William Blake
The Song Of Los
AFRICAI will sing you a song of Los. the Eternal Prophet:He sung it to four harps at the tables of Eternity.In heart-formed Africa.Urizen faded!..
© William Blake
The Little Girl Found
All the night in woe,Lyca's parents go:Over vallies deep.While the desarts weep.Tired and woe-begone.Hoarse with making moan:Arm in arm seven..
© William Blake
Song: Memory, Hither Come
Memory, hither come,And tune your merry notes;And, while upon the windYour music floats,I'll pore upon the streamWhere sighing lovers dream,And fish..
© William Blake
The French Revolution (Excerpt)
Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as winesFrom his mountains; an odor of war, like a ripe vineyard..
© William Blake
Gwin King Of Norway
Come, kings, and listen to my song:When Gwin, the son of Nore,Over the nations of the NorthHis cruel sceptre bore;The nobles of the land did feedUpon..
© William Blake
Song
My silks and fine array,My smiles and languish'd air,By love are driv'n away;And mournful lean DespairBrings me yew to deck my grave;Such end true..
© William Blake
Jerusalem: I See The Four-Fold Man, The Humanity In Deadly Sleep
I see the Four-fold Man, The Humanity in deadly sleepAnd its fallen Emanation, the Spectre and its cruel Shadow.I see the Past, Present and Future..
© William Blake
Milton: But In The Wine-Presses The Human Grapes Sing Not Nor Dance
But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not nor dance:They howl and writhe in shoals of torment, in fierce flames consuming,In chains of iron..
© William Blake
To Tirzah
Whate'er is Born of Mortal BirthMust be consumed with the EarthTo rise from Generation free:Then what have I to do with thee?The Sexes sprung from..
© William Blake
I See The Four-Fold Man
I see the Four-fold Man, The Humanity in deadly sleepAnd its fallen Emanation, the Spectre and its cruel Shadow.I see the Past, Present and Future..
© William Blake
Samson
Samson, the strongest of the children of men, I sing; how he was foiled by woman's arts, by a false wife brought to the gates of death! O Truth! that..
© William Blake
Sleep! Sleep! Beauty Bright
Sleep! sleep! beauty bright,Dreaming o'er the joys of night;Sleep! sleep! in thy sleepLittle sorrows sit and weep.Sweet Babe, in thy faceSoft desires..
© William Blake
The Angel That Presided O'Er My Birth
The Angel that presided o'er my birthSaid, 'Little creature, form'd of Joy and Mirth,'Go love without the help of any Thing on Earth.'
© William Blake
From Milton: And Did Those Feet
And did those feet in ancient timeWalk upon England's mountains green?And was the holy Lamb of GodOn England's pleasant pastures seen?And did the..
© William Blake
To The Accuser Who Is The God Of This World
Truly My Satan thou art but a DunceAnd dost not know the Garment from the ManEvery Harlot was a Virgin onceNor canst thou ever change Kate into..
© William Blake
The New Jerusalem
And did those feet in ancient timeWalk upon England's mountains green?And was the holy Lamb of GodOn England's pleasant pastures seen?And did the..
© William Blake
The Grey Monk
1 'I die, I die!' the Mother said,2 'My children die for lack of bread.3 What more has the merciless Tyrant said?'4 The Monk sat down on the stony..
© William Blake
Fair Elanor
The bell struck one, and shook the silent tower;The graves give up their dead: fair ElenorWalk'd by the castle gate, and lookèd in.A hollow groan ran..
© William Blake
How Sweet I Roam'D
How sweet I roam'd from field to field,And tasted all the summer's pride'Til the prince of love beheldWho in the sunny beams did glide!He shew'd me..
© William Blake
Why Should I Care For The Men Of Thames
Why should I care for the men of thamesOr the cheating waves of charter'd streamsOr shrink at the little blasts of fearThat the hireling blows into..
© William Blake
Now Art Has Lost Its Mental Charms
`Now Art has lost its mental charmsFrance shall subdue the world in arms.'So spoke an Angel at my birth;Then said `Descend thou upon..
© William Blake
Songs Of Experience: Introduction
Hear the voice of the Bard!Who Present, Past, & Future seesWhose ears have heardThe Holy Word,That walk'd among the ancient trees.Calling the..
© William Blake