Poems by William Blake
If It Is True What the Prophets Write
... d art abhorr'd;The wood and stone were call'd the holy things, ...
To the Muses
... Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry!How have you left the ancient love ...
Gwin King of Norway
... Like clouds, come rolling o'er!'Gwin rear'd his shield, his palace shakes, ...
Preludium to America
... errible boy, then burst the virgin cry: 'I know thee, I have found thee, and I will not let thee go: ...
An Imitation of Spenser
... And o'er the surface of the silent deep dost fly:If thou arrivest at the sandy shore ...
Milton: But in the Wine-presses the Human Grapes Sing not nor Dance
... These are the sports of love, and these the sweet delights of amorous play, ...
The Four Zoas (excerpt)
... 17 While our olive and vine sing and laugh round our door, and our children bring fruits and flowers ...
I see the Four-fold Man
... For Bacon and Newton, sheath'd in dismal steel, their terrors hang ...
Jerusalem: I see the Four-fold Man, The Humanity in deadly sleep
... For Bacon and Newton, sheath'd in dismal steel, their terrors hang ...
The Book of Urizen: Chapter I
... --Some said "It is Urizen", But unknown, abstracted ...
Now Art Has Lost Its Mental Charms
... And save thee from the ungrateful shore ...
The Book of Urizen (excerpts)
... CHAPTER 2 Times on times he divided and measur'd ...
Milton: The Sky is an Immortal Tent Built by the Sons of Los
... The ratio of the spectator's organs, but leave objects untouch'd ...
To Thomas Butts
... O thou ram hornd with gold! ...
The Book of Urizen: Chapter VIII
... then Fuzon Flam'd out! first begotten, last born ...
