Blake Flashcards
I have no name
I am but 2 days old
My mother groan’d
my father wept; into the dangerous world I leapt
Helpless,
naked, piping loud
Struggling in my
fathers hands, striving in my swadling bands
A flower
was offer’d to me
But my Rose
turn’d away with jealousy and her thorns were my only delight
The sun does arise
and make happy the skies
Old John
with white hair, does laugh away care
Such, such were the joys
when we all girls and boys, in our youth-time were seen on the ecchoing green
Till the little ones
weary, no more can be merry
I went to the garden
of love, and saw what I never had seen: A chapel was built in the midst, where I used to play on the green
And the gates
of this chapel were shut, and ‘thou shalt not’ writ over the door
So I turn’d to the garden of love
that so many sweet flowers bore
tomb-stones
where the flowers should be
And priests
in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys & desires
Little lamb
who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee?
He is meek
and he is mild
Tyger tyger
burning bright, in the forests of the night, what immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry?
Burnt the fire
of thine eyes?
What the hammer?
What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain?
In every man of
every clime
Pity would be
no more, if we did not make somebody poor
He sits down with holy fears
and waters the ground with tears
And it bears
the fruit of Deceit
But their search was all in vain:
there grows one in the Human Brain
Their innocent
faces clean
The children walking
two & two in red & blue & green