Cruelty has a Human Heart …
William Blake
I was angry with my friend; …
Ah Sun-flower! weary of time, …
To see a world in a grain of sand …
Earth rais'd up her head, …
What is it men in women do require? …
Rintrah roars and shakes his fires in the burdened air; …
Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean …
Is this a holy thing to see, …
I heard an Angel singing …
I saw a chapel all of gold …
I have no name …
My mother groand! my father wept. …
Hear the voice of the Bard! …
Piping down the valleys wild …
And did those feet in ancient time …
I wander thro' each charter'd street, …
The wild winds weep, …
Sweet Mary, the first time she ever was there, …
Never seek to tell thy love …
Silent Silent Night …
How sweet I roam'd from field to field, …
Memory, hither come, …
My silks and fine array, …
I …
A little black thing among the snow, …
When my mother died I was very young, …
"Love seeketh not itself to please, …
To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love …
The sun does arise, …
I went to the Garden of Love, …
Little Lamb who made thee …
My mother bore me in the southern wild, …
Father, father, where are you going …
Dear Mother, dear Mother, the Church is cold, …
O Rose thou art sick. …
There is a Smile of Love …
Tyger Tyger, burning bright, …
Whether on Ida's shady brow, …