Blake quotes Flashcards
Introduction
“On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:
‘Pipe a song about a Lamb!’”
‘And I stained the water clear’
The Echoing green
“The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,”
“Old John, with white hair,
Does laugh away care,”
“Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest,
And sport no more seen
On the darkening green.”
The lamb
Little lamb, who made thee?
Does thou know who made thee,
He is callèd by thy name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb.
He is meek, and He is mild,
He became a little child.
The chimney sweeper
When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
could scarcely cry ‘weep! weep! weep! weep!’
That curled like a lamb’s back,
coffins of black.
angel….set them all free
if all do there duty, they need not feel harm
The divine image
For Mercy has a human heart;
Pity, a human face;
Prays to the human form divine:
Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell,
There God is dwelling too.
Holy Thursday
their innocent faces clean
Grey-headed beadles
Thames waters flow.
children are compared to ‘flowers’ and ‘lambs’
the seats of heaven among:
The use of the present continuous verb ‘walking’ adds to the sense of movement. This contrasts with the closed couplets in the remaining stanzas.
Nurse’s song
My heart is at rest within my breast,
come home, my children, the sun is gone down,
And the dews of night arise;
‘Well, well, go and play till the light fades away,
And then go home to bed.’
The clod and the pebble
love seeketh not itself to please
build a heaven in hells despair
to bind another to it’s delight
and build a heaven in hells despite
holy thursday E
is this a holy thing to see….fed with cold and usurous hand
it is eternal winter there
can it be a song of joy?
It is a land of poverty!
for where the sun does shine….babes should never hunger there nor poverty the mind appall
Chimney sweeper E
a little black thing among the snow
crying “weep! weep!” in notes of woe!
clothes of death
because I am happy and dance and sing
a heaven of our misery
Nurse’s song E
whisperings
the days of my youth rise in my mind
my face turns green and pale
wasted in play
The Tyger E
what immortal hand or eye
could frame thy fearful symmetry?
what dread hand? and what dread feet? -synedoche
‘furnace’ ‘anvil’
when the stars threw down their spears
did he who made the lamb made thee?
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry
The Garden of love
A chapel was built in the midst
where I used to play on the green
thou shalt not
binding with briars my joys and desires
London E
charted street
marks of weakness marks of woe
mind forged manacles
chimney sweepers cry
blights with plagues the marriage-hearse
The Human Abstract
pity would be no moe, if we did not make somebody poor
cruelty knits a snare
