Category Archives: William Blake

28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827
London

The Grey Monk – William Blake

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 bed.  5 The blood red ran from the … Continue reading

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To The Muses – William Blake

Whether on Ida’s shady brow,  Or in the chambers of the East,  The chambers of the sun, that now  From ancient melody have ceas’d;  Whether in Heav’n ye wander fair,  Or the green corners of the earth,  Or the blue … Continue reading

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To Winter – William Blake

O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:  The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark  Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs,  Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.’  He hears me not, but o’er the yawning deep  Rides … Continue reading

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Poem – Why was Cupid A Boy – William Blake 

Why was Cupid a boy,  And why a boy was he?  He should have been a girl,  For aught that I can see.  For he shoots with his bow,  And the girl shoots with her eye,  And they both are … Continue reading

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Poems – My  Pretty Rose Tree – William Blake

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 pretty rose tree,  To tend her by … Continue reading

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Poems – Silent Night  – William Blake

Silent, silent night,  Quench the holy light  Of thy torches bright;  For possessed of Day  Thousand spirits stray  That sweet joys betray.  Why should joys be sweet  Used with deceit,  Nor with sorrows meet?  But an honest joy  Does itself … Continue reading

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Poems – A Little Boy Lost – William Blake

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 … Continue reading

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