William Blake's Popular Poems Collections

[*Sarlaa*]

A Cradle Song​

Sweet dreams form a shade,
O'er my lovely infants head.
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams,
By happy silent moony beams

Sweet sleep with soft down.
Weave thy brows an infant crown.
Sweet sleep Angel mild,
Hover o'er my happy child.

Sweet smiles in the night,
Hover over my delight.
Sweet smiles Mothers smiles,
All the livelong night beguiles.

Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,
Chase not slumber from thy eyes,
Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,
All the dovelike moans beguiles.

Sleep sleep happy child,
All creation slept and smil'd.
Sleep sleep, happy sleep.
While o'er thee thy mother weep

Sweet babe in thy face,
Holy image I can trace.
Sweet babe once like thee.
Thy maker lay and wept for me

Wept for me for thee for all,
When he was an infant small.
Thou his image ever see.
Heavenly face that smiles on thee,

Smiles on thee on me on all,
Who became an infant small,
Infant smiles are His own smiles,
Heaven & earth to peace beguiles.
William Blake​

 

[*Sarlaa*]

A Dream​

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Once a dream did weave a shade​

O'er my angel-guarded bed,​

That an emmet lost its way​

Where on grass methought I lay.​

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Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,​

Dark, benighted, travel-worn,​

Over many a tangle spray,​

All heart-broke, I heard her say:​

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'Oh my children! do they cry,​

Do they hear their father sigh?​

Now they look abroad to see,​

Now return and weep for me.'​

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Pitying, I dropped a tear:​

But I saw a glow-worm near,​

Who replied, 'What wailing wight​

Calls the watchman of the night?​

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'I am set to light the ground,​

While the beetle goes his round:​

Follow now the beetle's hum;​

Little wanderer, hie thee home!'​

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[*Sarlaa*]

A Little Girl Lost​

Children of the future age,
Reading this indignant page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.

In the age of gold,
Free from winter's cold,
Youth and maiden bright,
To the holy light,
Naked in the sunny beams delight.

Once a youthful pair,
Filled with softest care,
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just removed the curtains of the night.

Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,
Strangers came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.

Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired wanderers weep.

To her father white
Came the maiden bright;
But his loving look,
Like the holy book
All her tender limbs with terror shook.

'Ona, pale and weak,
To thy father speak!
Oh the trembling fear!
Oh the dismal care
That shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair!' ​

 

[*Sarlaa*]

A Song​

Sweet dreams, form a shade
O'er my lovely infant's head!
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!

Sweet Sleep, with soft down
Weave thy brows an infant crown
Sweet Sleep, angel mild,
Hover o'er my happy child!

Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my delight!
Sweet smiles, mother's smile,
All the livelong night beguile.

Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,
Chase not slumber from thine eyes!
Sweet moan, sweeter smile,
All the dovelike moans beguile.

Sleep, sleep, happy child!
All creation slept and smiled.
Sleep, sleep, happy sleep,
While o'er thee doth mother weep.

Sweet babe, in thy face
Holy image I can trace;
Sweet babe, once like thee
Thy Maker lay, and wept for me:

Wept for me, for thee, for all,
When He was an infant small.
Thou His image ever see,
Heavenly face that smiles on thee!

Smiles on thee, on me, on all,
Who became an infant small;
Infant smiles are his own smiles;
Heaven and earth to peace beguiles. ​

 

[*Sarlaa*]

Ah Sunflower​

Ah Sunflower, weary of time,​

Who countest the steps of the sun;​

Seeking after that sweet golden clime​

Where the traveller's journey is done;​

Where the Youth pined away with desire,​

And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,​

Arise from their graves, and aspire​

Where my Sunflower wishes to go! ​

 

[*Sarlaa*]

An Imitation of Spenser​

Golden Apollo, that thro' heaven wide​

Scatter'st the rays of light, and truth's beams,​

In lucent words my darkling verses dight,​

And wash my earthy mind in thy clear streams,​

That wisdom may descend in fairy dreams,​

All while the jocund hours in thy train​

Scatter their fancies at thy poet's feet;​

And when thou yields to night thy wide domain,​

Let rays of truth enlight his sleeping brain.​

For brutish Pan in vain might thee assay​

With tinkling sounds to dash thy nervous verse,​

Sound without sense; yet in his rude affray,​

(For ignorance is Folly's leasing nurse​

And love of Folly needs none other's curse)​

Midas the praise hath gain'd of lengthen'd ears,​

For which himself might deem him ne'er the worse​

To sit in council with his modern peers,​

And judge of tinkling rimes and elegances terse.​

And thou, Mercurius, that with wingèd brow​

Dost mount aloft into the yielding sky,​

And thro' Heav'n's halls thy airy flight dost throw,​

Entering with holy feet to where on high​

Jove weighs the counsel of futurity;​

Then, laden with eternal fate, dost go​

Down, like a falling star, from autumn sky,​

And o'er the surface of the silent deep dost fly:​

If thou arrivest at the sandy shore​

Where nought but envious hissing adders dwell,​

Thy golden rod, thrown on t 1000 he dusty floor,​

Can charm to harmony with potent spell.​

Such is sweet Eloquence, that does dispel​

Envy and Hate that thirst for human gore;​

And cause in sweet society to dwell​

Vile savage minds that lurk in lonely cell​

O Mercury, assist my lab'ring sense​

That round the circle of the world would fly,​

As the wing'd eagle scorns the tow'ry fence​

Of Alpine hills round his high aëry,​

And searches thro' the corners of the sky,​

Sports in the clouds to hear the thunder's sound,​

And see the wingèd lightnings as they fly;​

Then, bosom'd in an amber cloud, around​

Plumes his wide wings, and seeks Sol's palace high.​

And thou, O warrior maid invincible,​

Arm'd with the terrors of Almighty Jove,​

Pallas, Minerva, maiden terrible,​

Lov'st thou to walk the peaceful solemn grove,​

In solemn gloom of branches interwove?​

Or bear'st thy AEgis o'er the burning field,​

Where, like the sea, the waves of battle move?​

Or have thy soft piteous eyes beheld​

The weary wanderer thro' the desert rove?​

Or does th' afflicted man thy heav'nly bosom move? ​

@Chulbuli @DuFFer @kool~nomi @sizs @Nelly @Rubi @ShyPrincess @Pari @hoorain​

 

[*Sarlaa*]

Auguries of Innocence​

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To see a World in a Grain of Sand​

And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,​

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand​

And Eternity in an hour. ​

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A Robin Red breast in a Cage​

Puts all Heaven in a Rage.​

A dove house fill'd with doves & Pigeons​

Shudders Hell thro' all its regions.​

A dog starv'd at his Master's Gate​

Predicts the ruin of the State.​

A Horse misus'd upon the Road​

Calls to Heaven for Human blood.​

Each outcry of the hunted Hare​

A fibre from the Brain does tear.​

A Skylark wounded in the wing,​

A Cherubim does cease to sing.​

The Game Cock clipp'd and arm'd for fight​

Does the Rising Sun affright.​

Every Wolf's & Lion's howl​

Raises from Hell a Human Soul.​

The wild deer, wand'ring here & there,​

Keeps the Human Soul from Care.​

The Lamb misus'd breeds public strife​

And yet forgives the Butcher's Knife.​

The Bat that flits at close of Eve​

Has left the Brain that won't believe.​

The Owl that calls upon the Night​

Speaks the Unbeliever's fright.​

He who shall hurt the little Wren​

Shall never be belov'd by Men.​

He who the Ox to wrath has mov'd​

Shall never be by Woman lov'd.​

The wanton Boy that kills the Fly​

Shall feel the Spider's enmity.​

He who torments the Chafer's sprite​

Weaves a Bower in endless Night.​

The Catterpillar on the Leaf​

Repeats to thee thy Mother's grief.​

Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly,​

For the Last Judgement draweth nigh.​

He who shall train the Horse to War​

Shall never pass the Polar Bar.​

The Beggar's Dog & Widow's Cat,​

Feed them & thou wilt grow fat.​

The Gnat that sings his Summer's song​

Poison gets from Slander's tongue.​

The poison of the Snake & Newt​

Is the sweat of Envy's Foot.​

The poison of the Honey Bee​

Is the Artist's Jealousy.​

The Prince's Robes & Beggars' Rags​

Are Toadstools on the Miser's Bags.​

A truth that's told with bad intent​

Beats all the Lies you can invent.​

It is right it should be so;​

Man was made for Joy & Woe;​

And when this we rightly know​

Thro' the World we safely go.​

Joy & Woe are woven fine,​

A Clothing for the Soul divine;​

Under every grief & pine​

Runs a joy with silken twine.​

The Babe is more than swadling Bands;​

Throughout all these Human Lands​

Tools were made, & born were hands,​

Every Farmer Understands.​

Every Tear from Every Eye​

Becomes a Babe in Eternity.​

This is caught by Females bright​

And return'd to its own delight.​

The Bleat, the Bark, Bellow & Roar​

Are Waves that Beat on Heaven's Shore.​

The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath​

Writes Revenge in realms of death.​

The Beggar's Rags, fluttering in Air,​

Does to Rags the Heavens tear.​

The Soldier arm'd with Sword & Gun,​

Palsied strikes the Summer's Sun.​

The poor Man's Farthing is worth more​

Than all the Gold on Afric's Shore.​

One Mite wrung from the Labrer's hands​

Shall buy & sell the Miser's lands:​

Or, if protected from on high,​

Does that whole Nation sell & buy.​

He who mocks the Infant's Faith​

Shall be mock'd in Age & Death.​

He who shall teach the Child to Doubt​

The rotting Grave shall ne'er get out.​

He who respects the Infant's faith​

Triumph's over Hell & Death.​

The Child's Toys & the Old Man's Reasons​

Are the Fruits of the Two seasons.​

The Questioner, who sits so sly,​

Shall never know how to Reply.​

He who replies to words of Doubt​

Doth put the Light of Knowledge out.​

The Strongest Poison ever known​

Came from Caesar's Laurel Crown.​

Nought can deform the Human Race​

Like the Armour's iron brace.​

When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow​

To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow.​

A Riddle or the Cricket's Cry​

Is to Doubt a fit Reply.​

The Emmet's Inch & Eagle's Mile​

Make Lame Philosophy to smile.​

He who Doubts from what he sees​

Will ne'er believe, do what you Please.​

If the Sun & Moon should doubt​

They'd immediately Go out.​

To be in a Passion you Good may do,​

But no Good if a Passion is in you.​

The Whore & Gambler, by the State​

Licenc'd, build that Nation's Fate.​

The Harlot's cry from Street to Street​

Shall weave Old England's winding Sheet.​

The Winner's Shout, the Loser's Curse,​

Dance before dead England's Hearse.​

Every Night & every Morn​

Some to Misery are Born.​

Every Morn & every Night​

Some are Born to sweet Delight.​

Some ar Born to sweet Delight,​

Some are born to Endless Night.​

We are led to Believe a Lie​

When we see not Thro' the Eye​

Which was Born in a Night to Perish in a Night​

When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light.​

God Appears & God is Light​

To those poor Souls who dwell in the Night,​

But does a Human Form Display​

To those who Dwell in Realms of day. ​

@Chulbuli @DuFFer @kool~nomi @sizs @Nelly @Rubi @ShyPrincess @Pari @hoorain​

 

[*Sarlaa*]

A Divine Image​

Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secresy the human dress.

The human dress is forged iron,
The human form a fiery forge,
The human face a furnace sealed,
The human heart its hungry gorge. ​

@Chulbuli @DuFFer @kool~nomi @sizs @Nelly @Rubi @ShyPrincess @Pari @hoorain

 

[Jahil]

colurs kitne pyare use kye hain apne iska sab se bara faida yeh hoga ke jo andhe nhi honge na woh bhi nhi parh payenge

 

[*Sarlaa*]

A Little Boy Lost​

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Nought loves another as itself,​

Nor venerates another so,​

Nor is it possible to thought​

A greater than itself to know.​

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'And, father, how can I love you ​

Or any of my brothers more? ​

I love you like the little bird​

That picks up crumbs around the door.'​

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The Priest sat by and heard the child; ​

In trembling zeal he seized his hair,​

He led him by his little coat,​

And all admired the priestly care. ​

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And standing on the altar high,​

'Lo, what a fiend is here! said he:​

'One who sets reason up for judge​

Of our most holy mystery.'​

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The weeping child could not be heard,​

The weeping parents wept in vain:​

They stripped him to his little shirt,​

And bound him in an iron chain,​

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And burned him in a holy place​

Where many had been burned before; ​

The weeping parents wept in vain.​

Are such thing done on Albion's shore? ​

@Chulbuli @DuFFer @kool~nomi @sizs @Nelly @Rubi @ShyPrincess @Pari @hoorain

 

[*Sarlaa*]

A Poison Tree​

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I was angry with my friend:​

I told my wrath, my wrath did end.​

I was angry with my foe:​

I told it not, my wrath did grow.​

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And I watered it in fears,​

Night and morning with my tears;​

And I sunned it with smiles,​

And with soft deceitful wiles.​

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And it grew both day and night,​

Till it bore an apple bright.​

And my foe beheld it shine.​

And he knew that it was mine,​

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And into my garden stole​

When the night had veiled the pole;​

In the morning glad I see​

My foe outstretched beneath the tree.​

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@Chulbuli @DuFFer @kool~nomi @sizs @Nelly @Rubi @ShyPrincess @Pari @hoorain

 

[kingnomi]

itnaa saaara koun padhegaaa

 

[*Sarlaa*]

A War Song to Englishmen​

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Prepare, prepare the iron helm of war,​

Bring forth the lots, cast in the spacious orb;​

Th' Angel of Fate turns them with mighty hands,​

And casts them out upon the darken'd earth!​

Prepare, prepare!​

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Prepare your hearts for Death's cold hand! prepare​

Your souls for flight, your bodies for the earth;​

Prepare your arms for glorious victory;​

Prepare your eyes to meet a holy God!​

Prepare, prepare!​

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Whose fatal scroll is that? Methinks 'tis mine!​

Why sinks my heart, why faltereth my tongue?​

Had I three lives, I'd die in such a cause,​

And rise, with ghosts, over the well-fought field.​

Prepare, prepare!​

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The arrows of Almighty God are drawn!​

Angels of Death stand in the louring heavens!​

Thousands of souls must seek the realms of light,​

And walk together on the clouds of heaven!​

Prepare, prepare!​

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Soldiers, prepare! Our cause is Heaven's cause;​

Soldiers, prepare! Be worthy of our cause:​

Prepare to meet our fathers in the sky:​

Prepare, O troops, that are to fall to-day!​

Prepare, prepare!​

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Alfred shall smile, and make his harp rejoice;​

The Norman William, and the learnèd Clerk,​

And Lion Heart, and black-brow'd Edward, with​

His loyal queen, shall rise, and welcome us!​

Prepare, prepare! ​

@Chulbuli @DuFFer @kool~nomi @sizs @Nelly @Rubi @ShyPrincess @Pari @hoorain

 

[*Sarlaa*]

Broken Love​

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MY Spectre around me night and day ​

Like a wild beast guards my way; ​

My Emanation far within ​

Weeps incessantly for my sin. ​

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‘A fathomless and boundless deep, ​

There we wander, there we weep; ​

On the hungry craving wind ​

My Spectre follows thee behind. ​

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‘He scents thy footsteps in the snow ​

Wheresoever thou dost go, ​

Thro’ the wintry hail and rain. ​

When wilt thou return again? ​

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’Dost thou not in pride and scorn ​

Fill with tempests all my morn, ​

And with jealousies and fears ​

Fill my pleasant nights with tears? ​

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‘Seven of my sweet loves thy knife ​

Has bereavèd of their life. ​

Their marble tombs I built with tears, ​

And with cold and shuddering fears. ​

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‘Seven more loves weep night and day ​

Round the tombs where my loves lay, ​

And seven more loves attend each night ​

Around my couch with torches bright. ​

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‘And seven more loves in my bed ​

Crown with wine my mournful head, ​

Pitying and forgiving all ​

Thy transgressions great and small. ​

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‘When wilt thou return and view ​

My loves, and them to life renew? ​

When wilt thou return and live? ​

When wilt thou pity as I forgive?’ ​

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‘O’er my sins thou sit and moan: ​

Hast thou no sins of thy own? ​

O’er my sins thou sit and weep, ​

And lull thy own sins fast asleep. ​

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‘What transgressions I commit ​

Are for thy transgressions fit. ​

They thy harlots, thou their slave; ​

And my bed becomes their grave. ​

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‘Never, never, I return: ​

Still for victory I burn. ​

Living, thee alone I’ll have; ​

And when dead I’ll be thy grave. ​

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‘Thro’ the Heaven and Earth and Hell ​

Thou shalt never, quell: ​

I will fly and thou pursue: ​

Night and morn the flight renew.’ ​

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‘Poor, pale, pitiable form ​

That I follow in a storm; ​

Iron tears and groans of lead ​

Bind around my aching head. ​

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‘Till I turn from Female love ​

And root up the Infernal Grove, ​

I shall never worthy be ​

To step into Eternity. ​

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‘And, to end thy cruel mocks, ​

Annihilate thee on the rocks, ​

And another form create ​

To be subservient to my fate. ​

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‘Let us agree to give up love, ​

And root up the Infernal Grove; ​

Then shall we return and see ​

The worlds of happy Eternity. ​

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‘And throughout all Eternity ​

I forgive you, you forgive me. ​

As our dear Redeemer said: ​

“This the Wine, and this the Bread.”’​

@Chulbuli @DuFFer @kool~nomi @sizs @Nelly @Rubi @ShyPrincess @Pari @hoorain

 

[*Sarlaa*]

Day​

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The Sun arises in the East,​

Cloth'd in robes of blood and gold;​

Swords and spears and wrath increast​

All around his bosom roll'd​

Crown'd with warlike fires and raging desires. ​

@Chulbuli @DuFFer @kool~nomi @sizs @Nelly @Rubi @ShyPrincess @Pari @hoorain

 

[*Sarlaa*]

itnaa saaara koun padhegaaa

tag apko kia hai hy ap read krem

 

[*Sarlaa*]

colurs kitne pyare use kye hain apne iska sab se bara faida yeh hoga ke jo andhe nhi honge na woh bhi nhi parh payenge

hahaha hmmm yes u r rite

 

[kingnomi]

tag apko kia hai hy ap read krem

oooops aisa masoom face na banao ab toh rread karna hi padiega

 

[*Sarlaa*]

oooops aisa masoom face na banao ab toh rread karna hi padiega

g kr lein wrna phir krwna ata hy

 

[*Sarlaa*]

Eternity​

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He who binds to himself a joy​

Does the winged life destroy;​

But he who kisses the joy as it flies​

Lives in eternity's sun rise. ​

@kool~nomi @Chulbuli @hoorain @Anokhi_Laadli @Maheen_Hassan @Mas00m-DeVil @Leeza_Rose @usman_786 @DuFFer @Masom_girl_​

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