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").
To The Muses
Whether on Ida's shady brow,Or in the chambers of the East,The chambers of the sun, that nowFrom ancient melody have ceas'd;Whether in Heav'n ye..
© William Blake
I Saw A Chapel
I saw a chapel all of goldThat none did dare to enter in,And many weeping stood without,Weeping, mourning, worshipping.I saw a serpent rise..
© William Blake
The Little Vagabond
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..
© William Blake
Several Questions Answered
What is it men in women do require?The lineaments of Gratified Desire.What is it women do in men require?The lineaments of Gratified Desire.The look..
© William Blake
England! Awake! Awake! Awake!
England! awake! awake! awake!Jerusalem thy Sister calls!Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of deathAnd close her from thy ancient walls?Thy hills and..
© William Blake
Silent, Silent Night
Silent, silent night,Quench the holy lightOf thy torches bright;For possessed of DayThousand spirits strayThat sweet joys betray.Why should joys be..
© William Blake
Milton: And Did Those Feet In Ancient Time
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
Holy Thursday (Innocence)
Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces cleanThe children walking two & two in red & blue & greenGrey headed beadles walked before..
© William Blake
Introduction To The Songs 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:'Pipe a song about a Lamb!'So I piped..
© William Blake
Reeds 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:'Pipe a song about a Lamb!'So I piped..
© William Blake
To Morning
O holy virgin! clad in purest white,Unlock heav'n's golden gates, and issue forth;Awake the dawn that sleeps in heaven; let lightRise from the..
© William Blake
I Rose Up At The Dawn Of Day
I rose up at the dawn of day--`Get thee away! get thee away!Pray'st thou for riches? Away! away!This is the Throne of Mammon grey.'Said I: This..
© William Blake
Hear The Voice Of The Bard
Hear the voice of the Bard !Who present, past, and future sees;Whose ears have heardThe Holy Word,That walked among the ancient trees,Calling the..
© William Blake
To Autumn
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stainèdWith the blood of the grape, pass not, but sitBeneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest,And tune thy jolly..
© William Blake
Hear The Voice
HEAR the voice of the Bard,Who present, past, and future, sees;Whose ears have heardThe Holy WordThat walk'd among the ancient trees;Calling the..
© William Blake
Songs Of Innocence: Introduction
Piping down the valleys wildPiping songs of pleasant gleeOn a cloud I saw a child.And he laughing said to me.Pipe a song about a Lamb:So I piped with..
© William Blake
The Chimney Sweeper: A Little Black Thing Among The Snow
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..
© William Blake
Holy Thursday (Experience)
Is this a holy thing to see.In a rich and fruitful land.Babes reduced to misery.Fed with cold and usurous hand?Is that trembling cry a song?Can it be..
© William Blake
The Clod And The Pebble
'Love seeketh not itself to please,Nor for itself hath any care,But for another gives its ease,And builds a heaven in hell's despair.'So sung a..
© William Blake
The Lily
The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,The humble sheep a threat'ning horn:While the Lily white shall in love delight,Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her..
© William Blake
To See
To see a world in a grain of sand,And a heaven in a wild flower,Hold infinity in the palm of your handAnd eternity in an hour.
© William Blake
The Little Boy Lost
'Father, father, where are you going?Oh do not walk so fast!Speak, father, speak to you little boy,Or else I shall be lost.'The night was dark, no..
© William Blake
To Summer
O thou who passest thro' our valleys inThy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heatThat flames from their large nostrils! thou, O Summer,Oft..
© William Blake
The Voice Of The Ancient Bard
Youth of delight, come hither,And see the opening morn,Image of truth new born.Doubt is fled, & clouds of reason,Dark disputes & artful..
© William Blake
Spring
Sound the flute!Now it's mute!Bird's delight,Day and night,Nightingale,In the dale,Lark in sky,--Merrily,Merrily merrily, to welcome in the..
© William Blake