Poems List

Little Fly, Thy summer’s play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me? For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing.

Songs of Experience. The Fly, st. 1–3

Little Lamb who made thee?

Dost thou know who made thee?

Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee, Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee: He is called by thy name, For he calls himself a Lamb. He is meek and he is mild; He became a little child. I a child, and thou a lamb, We are called by his name. Little Lamb, God bless thee! Little Lamb, God bless thee!

Songs of Innocence. The Lamb, st. 2

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.

Songs of Innocence. The Lamb, st. 1

Love seeketh not itself to please,

Nor for itself hath any care;

Love seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds a Heaven in Hell’s despair.

Songs of Experience. The Clod and the Pebble, st. 1

Love seeketh only self to please, To bind another to its delight, Joys in another’s loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heaven’s despite.

Songs of Experience. The Clod and the Pebble, st. 3

Love to faults is always blind,

The New Yale Book of Quotations

Love to faults is always blind, Always is to joy inclin’d, Lawless, wing’d, and unconfin’d, And breaks all chains from every mind.

Poems from Blake’s Notebook. Love to Faults

Man was formed for society and is neither capable of living alone, nor has the courage to do it.

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