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William Blake

William Blake

Song by a Shepherd

WELCOME, 1 stranger, to this place.  
Where joy doth sit on every bough,  
Paleness flies from every face;  
We reap not what we do not sow.  
 
Innocence doth like a rose          
Bloom on every maiden’s cheek;  
Honour twines around her brows,  
The jewel health adorns her neck.

Appendix to Poetical Sketches

Autres oeuvres par William Blake...
A Couple, probably Isaac Abrahamsz Massa and Beatrix van der Laen, by Frans Hals
The Smile

There is a smile of love, And there is a smile of deceit, And there is a smile of smiles In which these two smiles meet; And there is a frown of hate,
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The Couch of Death

THE VEILED Evening walked solitary down the western hills, and Silence reposed in the valley; the birds of day were heard in their nests, rustling in brakes and thickets; and the owl an...
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Eternity

He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy He who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity’s sunrise
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The Angel

I dreamt a dream! What can it me… And that I was a maiden Queen Guarded by an Angel mild: Witless woe was ne’er beguiled! And I wept both night and day,
Jerusalem. The Emanation of the Giant Albion

And there was heard a great lament… Of Beulah were moved as the tende… Why did you take Vengeance O ye… Planting these Oaken Groves: Ere… Injury the Lord heals but Vengean…
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The Chimney Sweeper: a little black thing among the snow

A little black thing among the sno… Crying “weep! 'weep!” in notes of… “Where are thy father and mother?… “They are both gone up to the chur… Because I was happy upon the heat…
Hail Matrimony, made of Love!

HAIL 1 Matrimony, made of Love! To thy wide gates how great a drov… On purpose to be yok’d do come; Widows and Maids and Youths also, That lightly trip on beauty’s toe,
O, I say, you Joe

O, I say, you Joe, Throw us the ball! I’ve a good mind to go And leave you all. I never saw such a bowler
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A Song

Sweet dreams, form a shade O’er my lovely infant’s head! Sweet dreams of pleasant streams By happy, silent, moony beams! Sweet Sleep, with soft down
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Earth's Answer

Earth rais’d up her head From the darkness dread and drear. Her light fled, Stony dread! And her locks cover’d with grey de…
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The Black Boy, by William Lindsay Windus
The Little Black Boy

My mother bore me in the southern… And I am black, but O! my soul is… White as an angel is the English… But I am black, as if bereav’d of… My mother taught me underneath a t…
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The Blossom

Merry, merry sparrow! Under leaves so green A happy blossom Sees you, swift as arrow, Seek your cradle narrow,
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The Golden Net

Three Virgins at the break of day… `Whither, young man, whither away Alas for woe! alas for woe!' They cry, and tears for ever flow. The one was cloth’d in flames of f…
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The Little Boy Found

The little boy lost in the lonely… 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 ha…
Songs of Innocence: Laughing Song

WHEN the green woods laugh with… And the dimpling stream runs laugh… When the air does laugh with our m… And the green hill laughs with the… When the meadows laugh with lively…
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