written by William Blake'I have no name;
I am but two days old.'
What shall I call thee?
'I happy am,
Joy is my name.'
Sweet joy befall thee!
Pretty joy!
Sweet joy, but two days old.
Sweet Joy I call thee:
Thou dost smile,
I sing the while;
Sweet joy befall thee!
William Blake
written by William Blake, published on Sun 06.13.2010 at 22:04
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.
written by William Blake, published on Tue 05.25.2010 at 19:11
v'Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.
written by William Blake, published on Fri 05.21.2010 at 07:48
The Caverns of the Grave I've seen,
And these I show'd to England's Queen.
But now the Caves of Hell I view,
written by William Blake, published on Wed 05.19.2010 at 01:50
How sweet I roam'd from field to field,
And tasted all the summer's pride
'Til the prince of love beheld
written by William Blake, published on Mon 04.12.2010 at 17:18
Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
written by William Blake, published on Sat 04.10.2010 at 09:50
1. They named the child Orc, he grew
Fed with milk of Enitharmon
2. Los awoke her; O sorrow & pain!
