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").
I Heard An Angel
I heard an Angel singingWhen the day was springing,'Mercy, Pity, PeaceIs the world's release.'Thus he sung all dayOver the new mown hay,Till the sun..
© William Blake
Cradle Song
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,Dreaming in the joys of night;Sleep, sleep; in thy sleepLittle sorrows sit and weep.Sweet babe, in thy faceSoft desires I..
© William Blake
Day
The Sun arises in the East,Cloth'd in robes of blood and gold;Swords and spears and wrath increastAll around his bosom roll'dCrown'd with warlike..
© William Blake
To The Evening Star
Thou fair-haired angel of the evening,Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, lightThy bright torch of love; thy radiant crownPut on, and smile..
© William Blake
The Little Boy Found
The little boy lost in the lonely fen,Led by the wandering light,Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,Appeared like his father, in white.He kissed the..
© William Blake
You Don't Believe
You don't believe - I won't attempt to make ye:You are asleep - I won't attempt to wake ye.Sleep on! sleep on! while in your pleasant dreamsOf Reason..
© William Blake
The Little Black Boy
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..
© William Blake
The Schoolboy
I love to rise in a summer mornWhen the birds sing on every tree;The distant huntsman winds his horn,And the skylark sings with me.O! what sweet..
© William Blake
Laughing Song
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;When the air does laugh with our merry wit,And the green..
© William Blake
The Human Abstract
Pity would be no moreIf we did not make somebody Poor;And Mercy no more could beIf all were as happy as we.And mutual fear brings peace,Till the..
© William Blake
Never Seek To Tell Thy Love
Never seek to tell thy loveLove that never told can be;For the gentle wind does moveSilently, invisibly.I told my love, I told my love,I told her all..
© William Blake
Infant Sorrow
My mother groaned, my father wept,Into the dangerous world I leapt;Helpless, naked, piping loud,Like a fiend hid in a cloud.Struggling in my father's..
© William Blake
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 Blossom
Merry, merry sparrow!Under leaves so greenA happy blossomSees you, swift as arrow,Seek your cradle narrow,Near my bosom.Pretty, pretty robin!Under..
© William Blake
Infant Joy
'I have no name;I am but two days old.'What shall I call thee?'I happy am,Joy is my name.'Sweet joy befall thee!Pretty joy!Sweet joy, but two days..
© William Blake
Love And Harmony
Love and harmony combine,And round our souls entwineWhile thy branches mix with mine,And our roots together join.Joys upon our branches sit,Chirping..
© William Blake
The Lamb
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;Gave thee clothing of..
© William Blake
My Pretty Rose Tree
A flower was offered to me,Such a flower as May never bore;But I said 'I've a pretty rose tree,'And I passed the sweet flower o'er.Then I went to my..
© William Blake
The Sick Rose
O Rose, thou art sick!The invisible wormThat flies in the night,In the howling storm,Has found out thy bedOf crimson joy:And his dark secret loveDoes..
© William Blake
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.The moon, like a flower,In..
© William Blake
Three Things To Remember
A Robin Redbreast in a cage,Puts all Heaven in a rage.A skylark wounded on the wingDoth make a cherub cease to sing.He who shall hurt the little..
© William Blake
Eternity
He who binds to himself a joyDoes the winged life destroy;But he who kisses the joy as it fliesLives in eternity's sun rise.
© William Blake
A Song
Sweet dreams, form a shadeO'er my lovely infant's head!Sweet dreams of pleasant streamsBy happy, silent, moony beams!Sweet Sleep, with soft downWeave..
© William Blake
The Garden Of Love
I went to the Garden of Love,And saw what I never had seen;A Chapel was built in the midst,Where I used to play on the green.And the gates of this..
© William Blake
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