William Blake (1757–1827)

A

A flower was offer’d to me

A little black thing among the snow

Ah, Sun-flower! weary of time

All the night in woe

And did those feet in ancient time

B

But the Ale-house is healthy and pleasant and warm

C

Can I see another’s woe

Children of the future age

E

Earth rais’d up her head

F

Father! father! where are you going?

H

Hear the voice of the Bard!

How sweet is the Shepherd’s sweet lot!

I

I dreamt a dream! what can it mean?

I love to rise in a summer morn

I wander thro’ each charter’d street

I was angry with my friend

I went to the Garden of Love

Is this a holy thing to see

L

Little Lamb, who made thee?

Love seeketh not itself to please

M

Merry, merry sparrow!

My mother bore me in the southern wild

My mother groan’d, my father wept

N

Nought loves another as itself

O

O Rose, thou art sick!

Once a dream did weave a shade

P

Piping down the valleys wild

Pity would be no more

S

Sound the flute!

Sweet dreams, form a shade

T

The little boy lost in the lonely fen

The modest Rose puts forth a thorn

The sun descending in the west

The Sun does arise

Tiger! Tiger! burning bright

To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love

Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean

W

Whate’er is born of mortal birth

When my mother died I was very young

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy

When the voices of children are heard on the green [Nurse’s Song]

When the voices of children are heard on the green [Nurse’s Song]

Y

Youth of delight, come hither