William Blake – Robin’s Nest

A Poison Tree

by William Blake 1757-1827 I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft, deceitful wiles.Continue reading “A Poison Tree”

On Another’s Sorrow

by William Blake (1757-1827) Can I see another’s woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another’s grief, And not seek for kind relief? Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrow’s share? Can a father see his child Weep, nor be with sorrow filled? Can a mother sit andContinue reading “On Another’s Sorrow”

Love and Harmony

by William Blake (1757-1827) Love and harmony combine, And around our souls entwine While thy branches mix with mine And our roots together join. Joys upon our branches sit, Chirping loud and singing sweet; Like gentle streams beneath our feet Innocence and virtue meet. Thou the golden fruit dost bear, I am clad in flowersContinue reading “Love and Harmony”

Divine Image

by William Blake (1757‐1827) To Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love, All play 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, aContinue reading “Divine Image”

London

by William Blake I wander thro’ each charter’d street, Near where the charter’d Thames does flow. And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man, In every Infants cry of fear, In every voice: in every ban, The mind-forg’d manacles I hear. How the Chimney-sweepersContinue reading “London”

The Poison Tree

by William Blake I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, and it did grow. And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft, deceitful wiles. AndContinue reading “The Poison Tree”

The Tyger

by William Blake Tyger! Tyger! burning bright, In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare sieze the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, CouldContinue reading “The Tyger”