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William Blake
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(1757-1827)
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A Divine Image
Cruelty has a human heart
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A Dream
Once a dream did weave a shad
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A Little Boy Lost
"Nought loves another as itself
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A Little Girl Lost
Children of the future age
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A Poison Tree
I was angry with my friend:
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A Song
Sweet dreams, form a shad
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Ah Sunflower
Ah Sunflower, weary of time
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Angel, The
I dreamt a dream! What can it mean
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Auguries of Innocence
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
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Blossom, The
Merry, merry sparrow
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Book of Thel, The
Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?
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Book of Urizen, The (excerpts)
Lo, a shadow of horror is risen
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Chimney Sweeper, The
A little black thing in the snow
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Chimney-Sweeper, The
When my mother died I was very young
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Clod and the Pebble, The
"Love seeketh not itself to please,
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Crystal Cabinet, The
The Maiden caught me in the wild,
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Divine Image, The
To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
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Earth's Answer
Earth raised up her head
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Echoing Green, The
The sun does arise,
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Fly, The
Little Fly
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Four Zoas, The (excerpt)
"What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song?
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French Revolution, The (excerpt)
Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines
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Garden of Love, The
I laid me down upon a bank
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Grey Monk, The
"I die, I die!" the Mother said,
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Hear the Voice of the Bard
Hear the voice of the Bard !
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Holy Thursday
'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean
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Holy Thursday
Is this a holy thing to see
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Human Abstract
Pity would be no more,
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I Heard an Angel
I heard an Angel singing
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I Saw a Chapel
I saw a chapel all of gold
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Infant Joy
"I have no name
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Infant Sorrow
My mother groaned, my father wept
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Intorduction to the Songs of Experience
Hear the voice of the Bard
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Introduction to the Songs of Innocence
Piping down the valleys wild
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Jerusalem
And did those feet in ancient time
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Jerusalem: England! awake! awake! awake!
England! awake! awake! awake!
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Jerusalem: I see the Four-fold Man, The Humanity in deadly sleep
I see the Four-fold Man, The Humanity in deadly sleep
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Lamb, The
Little Lamb, who made thee
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Land of Dreams, The
Awake, awake, my little boy
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Laughing Song
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy
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Lily, The
The modest Rose puts forth a thorn
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Little Black Boy, The
My mother bore me in the southern wild
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Little Boy Found, The
The little boy lost in the lonely fen
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Little Boy Lost, The
"Father, father, where are you going
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Little Vagabond, The
Dear mother, dear mother, the church is cold,
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London
I wandered through each chartered street
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Love's Secret
Never seek to tell thy love,
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Mad Song
The wild winds weep
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Marriage of Heaven and Hell, The
Once meek, and in a perilous path,
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Milton: And did those feet in ancient time
And did those feet in ancient time
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Milton: But in the Wine-presses the Human Grapes Sing not nor Dance
But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not nor dance:
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Milton: The Sky is an Immortal Tent Built by the Sons of Los
The sky is an immortal tent built by the Sons of Los:
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My Pretty Rose Tree
A flower was offered to me
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My Spectre Around Me
My spectre around me night and day
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Never Seek to Tell thy Love
Never seek to tell thy love
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New Jerusalem, The
And did those feet in ancient time
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Night
The sun descending in the west,
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Nurse's Song
When the voices of children are heard on the green
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On Another's Sorrow
Can I see another's woe
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Piping Down the Valleys Wild
Piping down the valleys wild,
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Preludium to America
The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc,
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Preludium to Europe
The nameless shadowy female rose from out the breast of Orc,
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Question Answered, The
What is it men in women do require?
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Schoolboy, The
I love to rise in a summer morn
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Sick Rose, The
O Rose, thou art sick!
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Silent, Silent Night
Silent, silent night,
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Sleep! Sleep! Beauty Bright
Sleep! sleep! beauty bright,
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Song
My silks and fine array,
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Spring
Sound the flute
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Tiger, The
Tyger! Tyger! burning brigh
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To Autum
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'
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To Spring
O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
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To Summer
O thou who passest thro' our valleys in
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To the Muses
Whether on Ida's shady brow,
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Wild Flower's Song, The
As I wandered the forest,
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