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by Homer


  Shall weave old England’s winding-sheet.

  The winner’s shout, the loser’s curse,

  Dance before dead England’s hearse.

  Every night and every morn

  Some to misery are born, 120

  Every morn and every night

  Some are born to sweet delight.

  Some are born to sweet delight,

  Some are born to endless night.

  We are led to believe a lie 125

  When we see not thro’ the eye,

  Which was born in a night to perish in a night,

  When the soul slept in beams of light.

  God appears, and God is light,

  To those poor souls who dwell in night; 130

  But does a human form display

  To those who dwell in realms of day.

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  Nurse’s Song

  William Blake (1757–1827)

  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.

  ‘Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down, 5

  And the dews of night arise;

  Come, come, leave off play, and let us away

  Till the morning appears in the skies.’

  ‘No, no, let us play, for it is yet day,

  And we cannot go to sleep; 10

  Besides, in the sky the little birds fly,

  And the hills are all cover’d with sheep.’

  ‘Well, well, go and play till the light fades away,

  And then go home to bed.’

  The little ones leapèd and shoutèd and laugh’d 15

  And all the hills echoèd.

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  Holy Thursday

  William Blake (1757–1827)

  ‘TWAS on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean,

  The children walking two and two, in red and blue and green,

  Grey headed beadles walk’d before, with wands as white as snow,

  Till unto the high dome of Paul’s they like Thames’ waters flow.

  O what a multitude they seem’d, these flowers of London town! 5

  Seated in companies, they sit with radiance all their own.

  The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs,

  Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands.

  Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song,

  Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among. 10

  Beneath them sit the agèd men, wise guardians of the poor;

  Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  The Divine Image

  William Blake (1757–1827)

  TO Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love

  All pray in their distress;

  And to these virtues of delight

  Return their thankfulness.

  For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love 5

  Is God, our father dear,

  And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love

  Is Man, his child and care.

  For Mercy has a human heart,

  Pity a human face, 10

  And Love, the human form divine,

  And Peace, the human dress.

  Then every man, of every clime,

  That prays in his distress,

  Prays to the human form divine, 15

  Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.

  And all must love the human form,

  In heathen, Turk, or Jew;

  Where Mercy, Love and Pity dwell,

  There God is dwelling too. 20

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  A Little Boy Lost

  William Blake (1757–1827)

  Nought loves another as itself,

  Nor venerates another so,

  Nor is it possible to thought

  A greater than itself to know.

  ‘And, father, how can I love you

  Or any of my brothers more?

  I love you like the little bird

  That picks up crumbs around the door.’

  The Priest sat by and heard the child;

  In trembling zeal he seized his hair,

  He led him by his little coat,

  And all admired the priestly care.

  And standing on the altar high,

  ‘Lo, what a fiend is here! said he:

  ‘One who sets reason up for judge

  Of our most holy mystery.’

  The weeping child could not be heard,

  The weeping parents wept in vain:

  They stripped him to his little shirt,

  And bound him in an iron chain,

  And burned him in a holy place

  Where many had been burned before;

  The weeping parents wept in vain.

  Are such thing done on Albion’s shore?

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  The Little Boy Found

  William Blake (1757–1827)

  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 child, and by the hand led,

  And to his mother brought,

  Who in sorrow pale, through the lonely dale,

  The little boy weeping sought.

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  A Little Girl Lost

  William Blake (1757–1827)

  Children of the future age,

  Reading this indignant page,

  Know that in a former time

  Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.

  In the age of gold,

  Free from winter’s cold,

  Youth and maiden bright,

  To the holy light,

  Naked in the sunny beams delight.

  Once a youthful pair,

  Filled with softest care,

  Met in garden bright

  Where the holy light

  Had just removed the curtains of the night.

  Then, in rising day,

  On the grass they play;

  Parents were afar,

  Strangers came not near,

  And the maiden soon forgot her fear.

  Tired with kisses sweet,

  They agree to meet

  When the silent sleep

  Waves o’er heaven’s deep,

  And the weary tired wanderers weep.

  To her father white

  Came the maiden bright;

  But his loving look,

  Like the holy book

  All her tender limbs with terror shook.

  ‘Ona, pale and weak,

  To thy father speak!

  Oh the trembling fear!

  Oh the dismal care

  That shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair!’

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  The Little Girl Found

  William Blake (1757–1827)

  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 days.

  They trac’d the desert ways.

  Seven nights they sleep.

  Among shadows deep:

  And dream they see their child

  Starvdd in desart wild.

  Pale thro’ pathless ways
/>   The fancied image strays.

  Famish’d, weeping, weak

  With hollow piteous shriek

  Rising from unrest,

  The trembling woman prest,

  With feet of weary woe;

  She could no further go.

  In his arms he bore.

  Her arm’d with sorrow sore:

  Till before their way

  A couching lion lay.

  Turning back was vain,

  Soon his heavy mane.

  Bore them to the ground;

  Then he stalk’d around.

  Smelling to his prey,

  But their fears allay,

  When he licks their hands:

  And silent by them stands.

  They look upon his eyes

  Fill’d with deep surprise:

  And wondering behold.

  A spirit arm’d in gold.

  On his head a crown

  On his shoulders down,

  Flow’d his golden hair.

  Gone was all their care.

  Follow me he said,

  Weep not for the maid;

  In my palace deep.

  Lyca lies asleep.

  Then they followed,

  Where the vision led;

  And saw their sleeping child,

  Among tygers wild.

  To this day they dwell

  In a lonely dell

  Nor fear the wolvish howl,

  Nor the lion’s growl.

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  The Sick Rose

  William Blake (1757–1827)

  O Rose thou art sick.

  The invisible worm,

  That flies in the night

  In the howling storm:

  Has found out thy bed

  Of crimson joy:

  And his dark secret love

  Does thy life destroy.

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  The Garden of Love

  William Blake (1757–1827)

  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 Chapel were shut

  And ‘Thou shalt not,’ writ over the door;

  So I turned to the Garden of Love

  That so many sweet flowers bore.

  And I saw it was filled with graves,

  And tombstones where flowers should be;

  And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,

  And binding with briars my joys and desires.

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  Song

  William Blake (1757–1827)

  FRESH from the dewy hill, the merry year

  Smiles on my head and mounts his flaming car;

  Round my young brows the laurel wreathes a shade,

  And rising glories beam around my head.

  My feet are wing’d, while o’er the dewy lawn, 5

  I meet my maiden risen like the morn:

  Oh bless those holy feet, like angel’s feet;

  Oh bless those limbs, beaming with heav’nly light.

  Like as an angel glitt’ring in the sky

  In times of innocence and holy joy; 10

  The joyful shepherd stops his grateful song

  To hear the music of an angel’s tongue.

  So when she speaks, the voice of heaven I hear;

  So when we walk, nothing impure comes near;

  Each field seems Eden, and each calm retreat, 15

  Each village seems the haunt of holy feet.

  But that sweet village where my black-ey’d maid

  Closes her eyes in sleep beneath night’s shade,

  Whene’er I enter, more than mortal fire

  Burns in my soul, and does my song inspire. 20

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  Love’s Secret

  William Blake (1757–1827)

  Never seek to tell thy love,

  Love that never told can be;

  For the gentle wind does move

  Silently, invisibly.

  I told my love, I told my love,

  I told her all my heart;

  Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears,

  Ah! she did depart!

  Soon as she was gone from me,

  A traveler came by,

  Silently, invisibly

  He took her with a sigh.

  List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

  List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

  Jerusalem: Chapter I.

  Of the Sleep of Ulro! and of the passage through

  Eternal Death! and of the awaking to Eternal Life.

  This theme calls me in sleep night after night, & ev’ry morn

  Awakes me at sun-rise, then I see the Saviour over me

  Spreading his beams of love, & dictating the words of this mild song.

  Awake! awake O sleeper of the land of shadows, wake! expand!

  I am in you and you in me, mutual in love divine:

  Fibres of love from man to man thro Albions pleasant land.

  In all the dark Atlantic vale down from the hills of Surrey

  10 A black water accumulates, return Albion! return!

  Thy brethren call thee, and thy fathers, and thy sons,

  Thy nurses and thy mothers, thy sisters and thy daughters

  Weep at thy souls disease, and the Divine Vision is darkend:

  Thy Emanation that was wont to play before thy face,

  Beaming forth with her daughters into the Divine bosom [Where!!]

  Where hast thou hidden thy Emanation lovely Jerusalem

  From the vision and fruition of the Holy-one?

  I am not a God afar off, I am a brother and friend;

  Within your bosoms I reside, and you reside in me:

  20 Lo! we are One; forgiving all Evil; Not seeking recompense!

  Ye are my members O ye sleepers of Beulah, land of shades!

  But the perturbed Man away turns down the valleys dark;

  [Saying. We are not One: we are Many, thou most simulative]

  Phantom of the over heated brain! shadow of immortality!

  Seeking to keep my soul a victim to thy Love! which binds

  Man the enemy of man into deceitful friendships:

  Jerusalem is not! her daughters are indefinite:

  By demonstration, man alone can live, and not by faith.

  My mountains are my own, and I will keep them to myself:

  30 The Malvern and the Cheviot, the Wolds Plinlimmon & Snowdon

  Are mine, here will I build my Laws of Moral Virtue:

  Humanity shall be no more: but war & princedom & victory!

  So spoke Albion in jealous fears, hiding his Emanation

  Upon the Thames and Medway, rivers of Beulah: dissembling

  His jealousy before the throne divine, darkening, cold!

  PLATE 5

  The banks of the Thames are clouded: the ancient porches of Albion are

  Darken’d! they are drawn thro’ unbounded space, scatter’d upon

  The Void in incoherent despair! Cambridge & Oxford & London,

  Are driven among the starry Wheels, rent away and dissipated,

  In Chasms & Abysses of sorrow, enlarg’d without dimension, terrible

  Albions mountains run with blood, the cries of war & of tumult

  Resound into the unbounded night, every Human perfection

  Of mountain & river & city, are small & wither’d & darken’d

  Cam is a little stream! Ely is almost swallowd up!

  10 Lincoln & Norwich stand trembling on the brink of Udan-Adan!

  Wales and Scotland shrink themselves to the west and to the north!

  Mourning
for fear of the warriors in the Vale of Entuthon-Benython

  Jerusalem is scatterd abroad like a cloud of smoke thro’ non-entity:

  Moab & Ammon & Amalek & Canaan & Egypt & Aram

  Recieve her little-ones for sacrifices and the delights of cruelty

  Trembling I sit day and night, my friends are astonish’d at me.

  Yet they forgive my wanderings, I rest not from my great task!

  To open the Eternal Worlds, to open the immortal Eyes

  Of Man inwards into the Worlds of Thought: into Eternity

  20 Ever expanding in the Bosom of God, the Human Imagination

  O Saviour pour upon me thy Spirit of meekness & love:

  Annihilate the Selfhood in me, be thou all my life!

  Guide thou my hand which trembles exceedingly upon the rock of ages,

  While I write of the building of Golgonooza, & of the terrors of Entuthon:

  Of Hand & Hyle & Coban, of Kwantok, Peachey, Brereton, Slayd & Hutton:

  Of the terrible sons & daughters of Albion, and their Generations.

  Scofield! Kox, Kotope and Bowen, revolve most mightily upon

  The Furnace of Los: before the eastern gate bending their fury.

  They war, to destroy the Furnaces, to desolate Golgonooza:

  30 And to devour the Sleeping Humanity of Albion in rage & hunger.

  They revolve into the Furnaces Southward & are driven forth Northward

 

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