william blake poems

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.Doubt is fled, & clouds of reason,Dark disputes & artful teazing.Folly is an endless maze,Tangled roots perplex her ways.How many have fallen there!They stumble all night over bones of the dead,And feel they know not what but care,And wish to lead others, when they should be led.William Blakewww.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 233The Wild Flower's SongAs I wandered the forest,The green leaves among,I heard a Wild FlowerSinging a song.'I slept in the earthIn the silent night,I murmured my fearsAnd I felt delight.'In the morning I wentAs rosy as morn,To seek for new joy;But oh! met with scorn.'William Blakewww.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 234Three Things to RememberA 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 wrenShall never be beloved by men.William Blakewww.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 235Tiger, TheTyger! Tyger! burning brightIn the forest of the nightWhat immortal hand or eyeCould frame thy fearful symmetry?In what distant deeps or skiesBurnt the fire of thine eyes?On what wings dare he aspire?What the hand dare seize the fire?And What shoulder, and what art,Could twist the sinews of thy heart?And when thy heart began to beat,What dread hand? and what dread feet?What the hammer? what the chain?In what furnace was thy brain?What the anvil? what dread graspDare its deadly terrors clasp?When the stars threw down their spears,And watered heaven with their tears,Did he smile his work to see?Did he who made the lamb make thee?Tyger! Tyger! burning brightIn the forests of the night,What immortal hand or eyeDare frame thy fearful symmetry?William Blakewww.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 236To AutumO Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'dWith the blood of the grape, pass not, but sitBeneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest,And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,And all the daughters of the year shall dance!Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.'The narrow bud opens her beauties toThe sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, andFlourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,Till clust'ring Summer breaks forth into singing,And feather'd clouds strew flowers round her head.'The spirits of the air live in the smellsOf fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves roundThe gardens, or sits singing in the trees.'Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat,Then rose, girded himself, and o'er the bleakHills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.William Blakewww.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 237To AutumnO Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain�dWith the blood of the grape, pass not, but sitBeneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest,And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,And all the daughters of the year shall dance!Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.`The narrow bud opens her beauties toThe sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, andFlourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,Till clust'ring Summer breaks forth into singing,And feather'd clouds strew flowers round her head.`The spirits of the air live on the smellsOf fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves roundThe gardens, or sits singing in the trees.'Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat;Then rose, girded himself, and o'er the bleakHills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.William Blakewww.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 238To MorningO 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 chambers of the east, and bringThe honey'd dew that cometh on waking day.O radiant morning, salute the sunRous'd like a huntsman to the chase, and withThy buskin'd feet appear upon our hills.William Blakewww.PoemHunter [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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