William blake flashcards
The Child
“When my mother died I was very young, / And my father sold me while yet my tongue / Could scarcely cry ‘Weep! weep! weep! weep!’ / So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.”
“Little Lamb, who made thee? / Dost thou know who made thee?”
The Nurse
“Nurse, the child is in the midst of the laughter and the sorrow, / Of innocence and experience, yet to feel the rage of fear.”
The Shepherd
“Little Lamb, who made thee? / Dost thou know who made thee?”
“I will turn your tender hearts from the fleeting lies of men.”
“Little Lamb, who made thee? / Dost thou know who made thee?”
The Lamb
“Little Lamb, who made thee? / Dost thou know who made thee? / Gave thee life & bid thee feed, / By the stream & o’er the mead; / Gave thee clothing of delight, / Softest clothing, woolly, bright; / Gave thee such a tender voice, / Making all the vales rejoice! / Little Lamb, who made thee? / Dost thou know who made thee?”
The Tiger
“Tiger Tiger, burning bright, / In the forests of the night: / What immortal hand or eye, / Could frame thy fearful symmetry?”
“Did he who made the Lamb make thee?”
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!’ / So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.”
“Because I was happy upon the mountain’s side, / I thought to take the joy of life in stride.”
A little black thing among the snow, / Crying ‘weep! weep!’ in the morning glow.”
“So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.”
The piper
“Piper, pipe that song again; / So I piped: he wept to hear.”
“Come hither, come hither, my friend / And the piper is playing the end.”
“I played my pipe for them, / For the soft wind blew, they too sang / Until they fell in sweet slumber.”
The Bard
“Rings of power may fall, and glory may depart, / But the Bard will be singing, a life in the heart.”
“The voice of the Bard will still call / To those who listen with heart.”
“He who has a voice in all, / Can change the world with every call.”
“The Bard’s tongue was like a flaming sword.”
Parents
“So your children are before you / They are a reflection of the world you create.”
“Parents taught the children that love is the way, / And through that, the world would have peace each day.”
“Their children are as blessed as they.
Angels
“And the Angel told him: ‘I see you are wise, / But you cannot escape your plight in these skies.’”
“And there came a spirit, whose wings were bright / Whose voice was gentle like the morning light.”
“And the angel smiled as they went on their way, / For in the night, all is calm.”
The Holy Child
“In the morning, when the light was bright, / There stood the Holy Child, clothed in white.”
“The Lamb of God, the child divine, / Was born of heaven’s purest line.”
“The Holy Child, the Christ divine, / In His hand is peace and light.”
“He wept not for Himself, but for the world of men.”
Introduction
“Piping down the valleys wild, / Piping songs of pleasant glee, / On a cloud, I saw a child, / And he laughing said to me:
“Pipe a song about a Lamb! / So I piped with merry cheer. / ‘Piper, pipe that song again;’ / So I piped: he wept to hear.”
“Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe, / Sing thy songs of happy cheer!”
Thus I sang the same again, / While the weeping child did cry, / Weep! weep! weep! weep! / So I sang the song again.”
“The Shepherd”
“Little Lamb, who made thee? / Dost thou know who made thee?”
“He calls himself a Lamb: / He is meek & he is mild, / He became a little child.”
“I will turn your tender hearts / From the fleeting lies of men.”
“The lamb is in the fold, and the shepherd’s voice is heard.”
The lamb
“Little Lamb, who made thee? / Dost thou know who made thee?”
“Gave thee life, and bid thee feed / By the stream and o’er the mead; / Gave thee clothing of delight, / Softest clothing, woolly, bright.”
He is called by thy name, / For he calls himself a Lamb: / He is meek, and he is mild, / He became a little child.”
“Little Lamb, who made thee? / Dost thou know who made thee?”
The Little Black Boy
“My mother bore me in the southern wild, / And I am black, but O! my soul is white.”
“I’ll shade him from the heat till he can bear / To sport and play, and see his father’s face.”
“And then I’ll stand and stroke his silver hair, / And be like him, and he will love me.”
“And we are put on earth a little space, / That we may learn to bear the beams of love.”