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Songs of
Innocence
and
Experience
by
William Blake
[1789]
Contents
Songs of Innocence
Introduction
Piping down the valleys wild,
The Shepherd
How sweet is the Shepherd's sweet lot!
The Echoing Green
The Sun does arise,
The Lamb
Little Lamb, who made thee?
The Little Black Boy
My mother bore me in the southern wild,
The Blossom
Merry, Merry Sparrow!
The Chimney Sweeper
When my mother died I was very young,
The Little Boy Lost
``Father! father! where are you going?
The Little Boy Found
The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Laughing Song
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
A Cradle Song
Sweet dreams, form a shade
The Divine Image
To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
Holy Thursday
'T was on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean,
Night
The sun descending in the west,
Spring
Sound the Flute!
Nurse's Song
When the voices of children are heard on the green
Infant Joy
``I have no name:
A Dream
Once a dream did weave a shade
On Another's Sorrow
Can I see another's woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Songs of Experience
Introduction
Hear the voice of the Bard!
Earth's Answer
Earth raised up her head
The Clod and the Pebble
``Love seeketh not Itself to please,
Holy Thursday
Is this a holy thing to see
The Little Girl Lost
In futurity
The Little Girl Found
All the night in woe
The Chimney Sweep
A little black thing among the snow,
Nurse's Song
When the voices of children are heard on the green
The Sick Rose
O Rose, thou art sick!
The Fly
Little Fly,
The Angel
I dreamt a Dream! what can it mean!
The Tyger
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright,
My Pretty Rose-Tree
A flower was offer'd to me,
Ah! Sun-Flower
Ah, Sun-flower! weary of time,
The Lilly
The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
The Garden of Love
I went to the Garden of Love,
The Little Vagabond
Dear Mother, dear Mother, the Church is cold,
London
I wander thro' each charter'd street,
The Human Abstract
Pity would be no more
Infant Sorrow
My mother groan'd! my father wept.
A Poison Tree
I was angry with my friend:
A Little Boy Lost
``Nought loves another as itself,
A Little Girl Lost
Children of the future Age
To Tirzah
Whate'er is Born of Mortal Birth
The Schoolboy
I love to rise in a summer morn
The Voice of the Ancient Bard
Youth of delight, come hither,
The Divine Image
Cruelty has a Human Heart,
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