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William Blake's Poetry, by first line

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  • Cruelty has a human heart,
    And Jealousy a human face;
    9 lines, 16 comments
  • Once a dream did weave a shade
    O'er my angel-guarded bed,
    20 lines, 12 comments
  • "Nought loves another as itself,
    Nor venerates another so,
    24 lines, 8 comments
  • Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
    Who countest the steps of the sun;
    8 lines, 10 comments
  • Earth raised up her head
    From the darkness dread and drear,
    25 lines, 3 comments
  • My mother groaned, my father wept,
    Into the dangerous world I leapt;
    9 lines, 2 comments
  • I wandered through each chartered street,
    Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
    17 lines, 7 comments
  • Never seek to tell thy love,
    Love that never told can be;
    15 lines, 8 comments
  • A flower was offered to me,
    Such a flower as May never bore;
    9 lines, 6 comments
  • The sun descending in the west,
    The evening star does shine;
    49 lines, 5 comments
  • Piping down the valleys wild,
    Piping songs of pleasant glee,
    21 lines
  • A little black thing in the snow,
    Crying "weep! weep!" in notes of woe!
    12 lines, 4 comments
  • My silks and fine array,
    My smiles and languish'd air,
    19 lines
  • Sound the flute!
    Now it's mute!
    28 lines, 1 comment
  • I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
    And that I was a maiden Queen
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • Merry, merry sparrow!
    Under leaves so green
    13 lines, 1 comment
  • When my mother died I was very young,
    And my father sold me while yet my tongue
    24 lines, 1 comment
  • "Love seeketh not itself to please,
    Nor for itself hath any care,
    12 lines, 6 comments
  • The Maiden caught me in the wild,
    Where I was dancing merrily;
    30 lines, 6 comments
  • Little Fly,
    Thy summer's play
    21 lines, 3 comments
  • I laid me down upon a bank,
    Where Love lay sleeping;
    21 lines, 1 comment
  • Little Lamb, who made thee?
    Dost thou know who made thee?
    21 lines, 11 comments
  • Awake, awake, my little boy!
    Thou wast thy mother's only joy;
    21 lines, 1 comment
  • The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
    The humble sheep a threat'ning horn:
    4 lines, 1 comment
  • My mother bore me in the southern wild,
    And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
    29 lines, 5 comments
  • The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
    Led by the wandering light,
    10 lines
  • "Father, father, where are you going?
    Oh do not walk so fast!
    10 lines, 1 comment
  • What is it men in women do require?
    The lineaments of gratified Desire.
    5 lines
  • As I wandered the forest,
    13 lines, 2 comments
  • O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'd
    With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
    19 lines, 2 comments
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