Blake Poetry
Site: | Godalming Online |
Course: | ENGLISH LANG & LIT |
Book: | Blake Poetry |
Printed by: | Guest user |
Date: | Monday, 23 December 2024, 12:13 AM |
Description
The poetry of William Blade
Table of contents
- 1. Introduction to Songs of Innocence
- 2. The Ecchoing Green
- 3. The Garden of Love
- 4. Nurse's Song from Innocence
- 5. Nurse's Song from Experience
- 6. The Divine Image
- 7. The Human Abstract
- 8. The Clod and the Pebble
- 9. The Chimney Sweeper from Innocence
- 10. The Chimney Sweeper from Experience
- 11. London
- 12. Holy Thursday from Innocence
- 13. Holy Thursday from Experience
- 14. The Lamb
- 15. The Tyger
1. Introduction to Songs of Innocence
2. The Ecchoing Green
3. The Garden of Love
Critical Analysis: mp3 Poem:Recording |
|
I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen; A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut And 'Thou shalt not,' writ over the door; So I turned to the Garden of Love That so many sweet flowers bore. And I saw it was filled with graves, And tombstones where flowers should be; And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds, And binding with briars my joys and desires. |
4. Nurse's Song from Innocence
Critical Analysis: mp3 Poem: mp3 |
|
When the voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast And every thing else is still Then come home my children, the sun is gone down And the dews of night arise Come come leave off play, and let us away Till the morning appears in the skies No no let us play, for it is yet day And we cannot go to sleep Besides in the sky, the little birds fly And the hills are all cover’d with sheep Well well go & play till the light fades away And then go home to bed The little ones leaped & shouted & laugh’d And all the hills ecchoed |
5. Nurse's Song from Experience
Critical Analysis: Poem: mp3 |
|
When the voices of children are heard on the green |
|
6. The Divine Image
Poem: mp3 |
|
To Mercy Pity Peace and Love, All pray in their distress: And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. For Mercy Pity Peace and Love, Is God our father dear: And Mercy Pity Peace and Love, Is Man his child and care. For Mercy has a human heart Pity, a human face: And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress. Then every man of every clime, That prays in his distress, Prays to the human form divine Love Mercy Pity Peace. And all must love the human form, In heathen, turk or jew. Where Mercy, Love & Pity dwell, There God is dwelling too.
|
7. The Human Abstract
Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody Poor: And Mercy no more could be, If all were as happy as we; And mutual fear brings peace; Till the selfish loves increase. Then Cruelty knits a snare, And spreads his baits with care. He sits down with holy fears, And waters the ground with tears: Then Humility takes its root Underneath his foot. Soon spreads the dismal shade Of Mystery over his head; And the Catterpiller and Fly, Feed on the Mystery. And it bears the fruit of Deceit, Ruddy and sweet to eat; And the Raven his nest has made In its thickest shade. The Gods of the earth and sea, Sought thro’ Nature to find this Tree But their search was all in vain: There grows one in the Human Brain |
Poem: mp3 |
8. The Clod and the Pebble
9. The Chimney Sweeper from Innocence
Critical Analysis: mp3 Poem: Recording |
|
When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep. There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head, That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved: so I said, "Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head's bare, You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair." And so he was quiet; and that very night, As Tom was a-sleeping, he had such a sight, - That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack, Were all of them locked up in coffins of black. And by came an angel who had a bright key, And he opened the coffins and set them all free; Then down a green plain leaping, laughing, they run, And wash in a river, and shine in the sun. Then naked and white, all their bags left behind, They rise upon clouds and sport in the wind; And the angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy, He'd have God for his father, and never want joy. And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark, And got with our bags and our brushes to work. Though the morning was cold, Tom was happy and warm; So if all do their duty they need not fear harm. |
10. The Chimney Sweeper from Experience
Critical Analysis: mp3 Poem: Recording |
|
A little black thing among the snow, |
11. London
Critical Analysis: mp3 Poem: |
|
I wandered through each chartered street, Near where the chartered Thames does flow, A mark in every face I meet, Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every man, In every infant's cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forged manacles I hear: How the chimney-sweeper's cry Every blackening church appals, And the hapless soldier's sigh Runs in blood down palace-walls. But most, through midnight streets I hear How the youthful harlot's curse Blasts the new-born infant's tear, And blights with plagues the marriage-hearse. |
12. Holy Thursday from Innocence
Critical Analysis: mp3 Poem: Recording |
|
'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean, The children walking two and two, in red and blue and green; Grey-headed beadles walked before, with wands as white as snow, Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames waters flow. O what a multitude they seemed, these flowers of London town! Seated in companies they sit, with radiance all their own. The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs, Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands. Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song, Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among; Beneath them sit the aged men, wise guardians of the poor: Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door. |
13. Holy Thursday from Experience
Critical Analysis: mp3 Poem: mp3 |
|
Is this a holy thing to see |
14. The Lamb
Critical Analysis: mp3 Poem: mp3 |
|
Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Gave thee life, and bid thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Little Lamb, I'll tell thee, Little Lamb, I'll tell thee: He is called by thy name, For he calls himself a Lamb; He is meek and he is mild, He became a little child: I a child, and thou a lamb, We are called by his name. Little lamb, God bless thee! Little lamb, God bless thee! |
15. The Tyger
Critical Analysis: mp3 |
|
Tyger Tyger, burning bright, |