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rather than in is THERE ducing the poems of Blake viewing them as Our ' ' fairy missals or as ' pictures singing/ may wish to be assured. In this edition. is a faithful reproduction of the original. as the reader * Innocence. yet there may still be a positive advantage in reading these poems as poetry and nothing more. 'is Blake's own. Every word. besides the songs and lyrics which form the greater part of its content. True we must relinquish the exquisite designs which Blake interwove with the fabric of his verse. unmixed with the seconds of ingenious editors. are included Blake's criticism of art and life in the shape of epigrams .PREFACE something of homage and fitness in proin a form which would have appealed to that artist-poet. as Catherine Blake said of a dearly prized copy of the Songs of text too. and in a character which for him might well have this Florence type the symbolized birthplace of his hero Michelangelo.

The Oxford text here given. the writings excluded as without the scope of this series being the earlier and later Pro- phetic Books and the unfinished 'French Revolution/ Consigned to an Appendix are certain verses. the correction of a few obvious misprints in the Poetical ' Sketches' solely excepted. which seemed undesirable to range among others written at the same time.. scrupulously reproduces that of Blake's printed. written his own amusement. and his perfervid if heterodox confession of faith. sources by other hands.' several of which were left by the author in rude draft. have been unearthed from Blake for MS. vi . the final version has the earlier is readings which shed an instructive light upon Blake's craftsmanship.PREFACE and satirical pieces. For these variant manifestly fection. In fairness to for various reasons it we should remember that these pieces. In the case of poems from the 'Rossetti MS. or engraved books. save where the finer. 'The Everlasting Gospel. which is derived from my edition of 1905. and would probably never have been published by the author himself. manuscript.' The lover of Blake therefore will find here all that part of his poetry which may be said to possess a definite metrical form. or with successive attempts at per- been adopted. the reader may be referred to either of the Oxford editions in which they are given in full.

though his in- the final syllable of them in MS.' 'plow/ tyger/it was also that of his contemporaries. mystical the scheme of which forbids explanatory present. notes. Such a poem as 'The Mental Traveller. Blake's capitals have retained wherever been they serve an artistic purpose. poems has been expanded throughout. where. In the case of the 'Poetical Sketches 'where the printer has ruthlessly levelled Blake's majuscules. One further observation may be made.PREFACE \ have adhered generally to Blake's own spelling. The consistent use of ampersand ('and' per se 'and') occasionally found in the engraved as well as in the MS. and have followed his use of -d and -ed (here printed -'d and -ed) I ' to distinguish between the elision or accentuation of the preterite.' in which Blake embodies his doctrine of the mental states b vii . Since a few of the 'Songs of Experience' as well as several of Blake's later poems are written in the prophetic spirit and symbolic language in which he expresses his it is clear that in editions like the creed. as in such words as 'desart.' 'lilly. poems has necessitated a few insertions and omissions. or emphasize a symbolic phrase. these pieces must present many obscurities to readers unfamiliar with his thought and terminology. I have ventured to restore them in accordance with his general practice.

excepting a few contained in his letters to friends. that they can be viii . Writing to me some years ago of one of the lyrics in the 'MS. and it is only by inferences drawn from their subject. Book. in which Blake is made own interpreter by parallelisms drawn from the greater Prophetic Books. and spirit passes and returns 'in end- would be unintelligible without exegetical those who would find the key may consult the earlier Oxford edition. are undated. For this there are several reasons. it must be recognized that we cannot walk day by day with Blake as we may with Keats in the edition of Sir Sidney Colvin. not because of the doctrine of the separation and reunion of the intellectual and affective sides of man's nature. While the arrangement of the poems here adopted is as far as may be chronological. But it remains none the less true that whatever view may be held of the value of his Blake's gospel. Blake's poems. and on this he hazarded 'no opinion. his poems must stand or fall by their merit as poetry. treatment. whatever the meaning. ''My Spectre around me night and day. and it is probably for this sterling quality that it will find readers. and position in the MSS.PREFACE through which man's less circle/ notes. it struck him as 'a poem written with con- siderable vim'. 'a transatlantic Blake collector observed that. which Blake intended it to convey.

or The Lilly to be so retouched in like his quatrain another mood as to assume an entirely different complexion. since it was Blake's impetuous but misleading practice to begin with the date on which in several instances long title-page. It is therefore not possible to present Blake's be taken at ' ' ' ix .' where they often smouldered for years. Furthermore Blake's mode of composition must always into account. Incipit a of dated the gradual are 1794. Even when the of the engraved books. others to lie there unfinished or undergoing successive changes. knowledge perience' evolution of Blake's symbolism renders it certain that of the work.PREFACE \ assigned to a particular year or period. the He gives us an Thus while the no but Songs of ExColophon. was re-issued without change of date but with important additions not much earlier than 1810.' 1793. Few of his verses were struck off a blow. it year is supplied. anticipates the completion ' ' one poem To Tirzah must have been written almost adecade later. some like 'The Tyger to burst into flame. So too his 'Gates of Paradise/ en- graved in 1793.' has been converted into a Prophetic Book by a supplementary ' ' section written in the spirit of the 'Visions of the Daughters. as in most cannot be accepted unreservedly. Ideas for poems were hastily jotted down in his 'MS. 1789. Book. Theearly idyll Thel/with the imprint m 'The Author & Printer Will Blake.

angelic figures walking among haymakers at their work. These juvenilia. More than one of these lyrics might have been torn from the leaves of an Elizabethan song-book. and quickened between his twelfth ' doubtless by his youthful studies of 'gothic monuments in the Abbey and City churches. yet they are rebirth rather than imitation. even be done without destroying the unity of such collections as the Songs of Innocence/ the 'Songs of Experience/ and the strange medley of the 'Pickering MS/ Their sequence may best be indicated by a brief historical account of Blake's writings. the son of a London hosier. their wings 'bespangling every bough like stars/ and again of visions. composed and twentieth years one 'How sweet I roam'd from field to field* being written before he reached the age of fourteen. Pure vision too are his early poems. collectedinthe 'Poetical Sketches' of 1783. and apprenticed in 1771 to the engraver Basire. William Blake. 1737. November 28. reflect an impulse derived from the older dramatists. Even as a child he saw poems could in this * now of a tree filled with angels. was born in Golden Square.PREFACE the exact order of their composition. As Malkin his first biographer observes: 'He has dared to venture on the ancient . and the sources from which the various sections in this edition have been derived.

' It drawing where every line was probably these reasons. 'as in the lines on 'Florentine Ingratitude.' Even the title. 'and in his scornful reference to the 'tinkling rhymes and elegances terse' of decadent Augustans. The patronizing note of Mathew's 'Advertisement' and its apologetic reference to 'the irregularities and defects to be found in almost every page' could scarcely have been pleasing to the author. feeling it own in his character and manners. perhaps among them the much debated 'beds' for birds in the Mad Song. . . as much as the inartistic of a ' .' in a contemptuous sense to denote the antithesis rection. must have proved an added source of offence. the Rev. ' ' ' has meaning. though the manner of it left something to be desired. which cannot have been of his own coinage. has succeeded better than those who have only seen it through a glass/ Blake's attitude to the feeble poetasters of his own age appears in his address 'To the Muses. The gift must have been kindly meant. the sculptor. Henry Mathew and John Flaxman. These early poems we are told were printed at the expense of his well-wishers. since Blake himself used the word 'sketch. who presented the sheets to Blake to dispose of as he thought fit. xi . The proofs do not seem to have been submitted to Blake for cor- and the book contains some bad misprints.PREFACE simplicity. and.

that led Blake to ignore it in his Prospectus* of October 1793.' are not part of the work as first printed. 1784. where they occur beside an early version of the 'Laughing Song. Placed in the mouths of the various characters in the xii .' The next of to us is Blake's writings which has come down the short prose extravaganza called 'An Island Moon. The ' less partial which merited some respite from oblivion* was thus never given an opportunity of expressing an opinion. but are manuscript additions on the fly-leaves of a presentation copy dated May 13. and to content himself with presenting a very few copies to ' ' public to whom the Advertisement appealed for reproof or confirmation of the belief that these poems 'possessed a poetic personal friends.' there entitled 'Song 2d by a ' Young Shepherd.' an imperfect and unfinished holograph of sixteen foolscap leaves which may be assigned to the year 1784. The Sketches conclude somewhat originality ' ' feebly with four experiments in rhetorical prose.PREFACE contrast between the 'Sketches' and the books produced by his own illuminated printing. The two poems 'Song by a Shepherd' and 'Song by an Old Shepherd. imiof 'Ossian' or the once popular 'Death of tative Abel': none need regret their necessary exclusion here.' which I place in square parentheses at the end of the Poetical Sketches.

and reveal Blake in unwonted moods. 'Tiriel/ a rather earlier piece in the 1788. Prophetic By this process in 1789 he produced his 'Book of Thel/ which. Rossetti in 1874. until printed by Mr. M. and continued to use thenceforward with beautiful effect in the 'Songs' and in the earlier and later Books.PREFACE three of which I print in the body of remainder in the Appendix. in its first form. but two at least lines on 'Matrimony' and the savage attack on surgery 'Old Corruption* are not without merits of their own. survived in MS. Some of and the are several ditties. may best be described as history It ' xiii . 'a work which. ' years later. which he first employed in probably in the two tiny tractates on Natural Religion. its chief interest for us is a pathological one. was probably in 1789 also that Blake wrote his first book of the French Revolution. W. Besides in these we find in the ' 'Nurse's 'Island* the original versions of the Holy Thursday/ and The Little Boy Song/ Lost/ which Blake. the these are intentional doggerel. same fourteen-syllable measure. with some changes. incorporated in his 'Songs of Innocence/ Foreshadowed in this crude satire is Blake's invenfive tion of Illuminated Printing. is still a limpid pool untroubled by angels (or demons) of the darker brink. The first serious symptom of Blake's mythomania. inverting his own phrase. the text.

the friend of Paine and Godwin. was a person suspect). 'some few copies of which. to Swedenborg's 'Wisdom notes in his copy published in xiv 1787. the eye. Johnson with the date For some reason.' 'The Little Girl Found.' In 1790 Blake published his prose 'Marriage of Heaven and Hell. of Angels. if indeed they ever 1791. These early issues include four songs ('The Little Girl Lost. perhaps a political one (for Johnson.' and 'The Schoolboy '). which according to the 'Advertisement' 'are finished and will be published in their Order/ have disappeared. existed. printed from thirty-one plates and coloured by his own hand. which later were generally transferred to the ' Songs of Experience. this Book the First was never published.' 'The Voice of the Ancient Bard.' Among the marginal of the English translation of this book we may trace the source of the title .PREFACE seen 'through. were issued to private purchasers from time to time during the next few years. not with.' an amazing counterblast.' This visionary account of the Convocation of the Notables has been preserved for us in a unique proof impression bearing the imprint of the publisher J. and the remaining six books. In the same year as ' ' Thel and with the same cate and delightful artistry Blake engraved his deli- ' Songs of Innocence.

must have been engraved later. no real edition of this or any other of Blake's engraved books. and many had certainly been written a year or two earlier. since no less than eighteen are found in fair transcript in the 'Rossetti MS/ On the completion of the Songs of Experience' Blake added a general title-page: 'Songs of Innocence and ' Shewing the Two Contrary States Soul/ these two books thenceforward together as a single work. 1792) and the 'Visions of the in the ' ' ' ' Daughters of Albion' (1793) as well as in the Songs of Experience/ The latter book. and by that darker and estranged outlook on life which finds expression in A Song of Liberty (c. most of them in the last years of Blake's life.PREFACE comment Good and Evil are here both Good. though some of the songs. and the two contraries Married/ The years 1792 and 1793 mark a period in Blake's thought characterized by a passionate revolt against any form of restrictive code. but separate copies were printed and coloured from time to time. it of Experience: of the Human being issued should be explained. There was. a companion volume to the 'Songs of Innocence/ bears the date 1794. The arrangement of the songs differs considerably xv . as I have pointed out. Locked up for the most part in private libraries of wealthy book-lovers they won Blake no fame.

/otherwise known as the 'MS. into a note-book for poetry. I counterpart. Book/ a foolscap quarto of fifty-eight leaves. Next in order. when many of the pages were he reversed the volume and converted it Three years filled. In the Monckton Milnes copy (with the water-mark 1818) Blake supplies an index giving 'The Order in which the "Songs of Innocence and of Experience" ought to be paged and placed/ But this order he did not adhere to himself. the transcripts or On these leaves. which Blake had used for small designs and drawings since 1790. and a different one adopted in most of the later issues is followed in the present edition. which were never engraved or otherwise published during the poet's lifexvi . or indeed virtually contemporaneous with the Songs of Experience/ are the Earlier Poems ' from the 'Rossetti MS. written before the end of the year 1793.PREFACE in the several impressions. thus later. besides versions of the Songs of Ex' first perience/ we find a number of short poems. One song 'A Divine Image/ written as the contrary to the infinitely finer 'The Divine Image* of the 'Songs of Innocence/ though engraved by Blake was never included by him place it here in parentheses between 'The Clod and the Pebble' and 'Holy Thursday/ the position suggested by its innocent in any copy issued during his lifetime.

xvi. A new era in Blake's life opens in September 1800. and illustration of the longest of his mystical poems.PREFACE Even more explicitly than the ' Songs of Experience* the lyrics in this group are an outcry against 'creeds that refuse and restrain/ and expressly take as time. Here. from from 'Thel/ no.-xxiii. during which years he was occupied 1794 with the writing and engraving of the seven prophecies known as the Lambeth Books (1793-9. their theme the repulse of natural love in the To some conventional morality. xxiv. when at the invitation of Hayley he removed from Lambeth to a Sussex village. come the later section of the 'Rossetti MS. He saw 'happixvii . nos. under the 'mild in- fluence of lovely Felpham/ his troubles dropped from his shoulders like Christian's burden. from The Marriage of Heaven and Hell/ and no. chiefly quatrains or couplets./ no. name of of the shorter pieces in thissection. ' We title-page of this work dated though internal evidence proves that the revision of the manuscript was the labour of another six years. xxvi. is 1797. transcription. xxv. from 'The Four Zoas/ know of no lyrical poems by Blake between and 1800. I have given the title 'Gnomic Verses/ and with them have included a few others of the same character drawn from other To particularize. 'The Four Zoas/ The sources. and the composition.5).

and my cottage is also a shadow of their houses/ This spirit of joy and recovered serenity is reflected in the 'Poems from Letters/ addressed to the Flaxmans and the Butts (1800-3). The theme of the opening quatrain. and their forms more distinctly seen. To these three years of spiritual exaltation belong the lyrics contained in the smaller holograph known as the 'Pickering MS/ For whom this fair transcript of ten poems was made remains unknown but it has . voices of celestial inhabitants are more distinctly heard.PREFACE ness stretch'd across the hills/ He writes to a friend: 'Heaven opens here on all sides her golden gates: her windows are not obstructed by vapours. preserved as for us some of some of Blake's loveliest verse. the variety of its contents it is a singular his Altogether in collection. 'Mary* and 'William Bond/ the latter of which has been supposed by some to refer to an actual occurrence in Blake's life. as well most cryptic or crabbed symbolism. Two poems. this gift of Innocence which sees a grain of that lives xviii is . are his only ' attempts at the ballad since the youthful Fair Elenor/ suggested by Walpole's 'Castle of Otranto/ Underlying the wide compassion of the 'Auguries of Innocence* is Blake's reiterated doctrine that 'Everything Holy' all Forms of Being one and identical in the Divine Humanity.

Soon after his arrival at Felpham Blake again took up his old sketch-book. obviously cannot represent Blake's final intention. Some of the Later Poems from the Rossetti MS/ must have preceded those transcribed in ' MS.PREFACE sand as a microcosm. One of these./ the former are the rough drafts of two which form part of the smaller collection. and now writing from the other end used it during the next decade for jotting down verse and prose. is developed and expanded as Experience in the sixty-four proverb couplets. for 'it is to select a single instance impossible to believe that he would have followed 'A Truth Beats by all that's told the Lies you can invent/ ' It is right it should be so Man was made With with bad intent for Joy . /and place 'Long John Brown' in the Appendix. I omit here as few transpositions 'The Grey Monk/ a fuller version of which is given among the 'Later Poems from the Rossetti MS. where whoso will may seek it. The order of these proverbs as they appear in the MS. the 'Monk of Charlemaine/was the 'Pickering since among xix . and Woe/ as possible I have rearranged these couplets in such a way as to enable the poem to be read as a continuous whole.

PREFACE afterwards separated by Blake into two pieces. bear the date 1804 on the title-page. Book* earlier in the same year: 'Tuesday Jan y 20. England's mountains green . the version engraved as part of 'Jerusalem/ and 'The Grey Monk' of the Pickering MS/ The lines 'I rose up at the dawn of day/ which were written under and around an entry dated August 1807. ' the engraving of which was begun on his return to London. between two and seven in the evening. . of 'The Four Zoas/ and in the two large engraved prophecies Milton* and 'Jerusalem/ Both these books. executed for the Countess of Egremont in 1808. may be compared with a note upon another page of the 'MS. though 'Milton* was not completed until 1820. I append here the artist's dedication 'To the Queen' of his Illustrations of Blair's 'Grave* published also in 1808. 'And The magnificent lines did those feet in ancient time Walk upon xx and 'Jerusalem* from 'Milton' until 1809. / . Despair/ The dedicatory verses 'The Caverns of the Grave* accompanied Blake's water-colour painting of The Last Judgement. 1807. though no draft of this poem appears in the ' 'RossettiMS/ It was at Felpham also that Blake fully developed the elaborate symbolism embodied in the revised MS.

To effect this Blake changed the words For Children on the title-page to For the Sexes/ re' ' ' xxi . which I have here arranged under the headings 'On Friends and Foes.' display without reserve the 'contrary side* of Hayley's 'gentle visionary Blake/ Those in the first section. are all taken from the 'Rossetti MS/ and may be dated 1807-10. written in an unhappy period of alienation from and patrons by whom he considered that he had been misunderstood and ungenerously treated. The conversion of this book into a digest of his symbolic creed was a later idea.PREFACE which form part of the Preface must therefore have been composed before 1804. when the engraving was begun. the re- mainder.' 'On Art and Artists/ and 'Miscellaneous Epigrams. together with the 'Miscellaneous Epigrams/ written about the same time. The group 'On Art and Artists' (1808-9) conhis old friends tains nine epigrams found as marginalia of Sir Joshua Reynolds' first in Blake's copy eight 'Discourses'. come from the 'MS.' The epigrams and satirical pieces. carried out in or about 1810. The same probably holds true of the lyrics from 'Jerusalem. Book/ ' ' Gates of Paradise in its original form of 1793 was a small book of emblems For Children/ produced Blake's ' not in illuminated printing but in ordinary intaglio engraving.

'The in its fire and fury suggests a volcano It Blake's last burne's and one of in eruption. and vi. should be read with Swin- commentary which will always remain its noblest appreciation.. There are two the Year i8io/it versions of iii. The prologue. the longer and revised one being that here adopted. 'Did Jesus teach doubt?' and vii.). Epilogue. altered the legends. descriptive couplets entitled 'The Keys of the Gates/ These verses. v. in their new sense Everlasting Gospel/ his greatest poems. and sections ii. are interpretative of the sixteen emblematic designs. iii. 'Seeing this false Christ' we have only the opening lines. Book'.. The poem consists of eight sections (here numbered of which in most cases Blake i.PREFACE and added a and Prologue. others on loose tially filled pages scraps of paper some of which we know to have been of these fragments surrounds the draft of Blake's ' Additions to his Catalogue of Pictures: For is clear that 'The Everlasting Gospel' cannot have been completed earlier than that date. the sequence has himself indicated by catchwords.. epilogue. numerals indicate. As .-viii. but of iv. as the arabic touched the plates. xxii . The scattered passages from which this poem has been pieced together were written for the greater part on blank spaces of parin the 'MS. appear to be complete.

'1822 (suggested jestic prose drama 'The Blake's work was entirely pictorial. JOHN SAMPSON. dying at the age of seventy in 1827.5 editions of Blake's and Poems 1913. by Byron's 'Cain') and it is to these last years of his life that we owe some of his most sublime designs.PREFACE Henceforth with the exception of the short but maGhost of Abel. xxm . among them the Illustrations of the Book of Job. Despite attacks of illness he worked August % to the last. * # * # thanks are due to the Delegates of the Oxford University Press for their permission to make use of the My text contained in published by them my two in 190.


CONTENTS PREFACE POETICAL SKETCHES To Spring To Summer To Autumn To Winter To the Evening To Morning page v 3 4 3 6 Star 7 8 Fair Elenor 9 How sweet roam'd from My silks and fine array field to field Song Song Song Love and Harmony combine Song I love the jocund dance Song Memory. hither come Mad Song Song: Fresh from the dewy hill. the merry year Song When early Morn walks forth in sober : : I 13 14 : 15 : 16 : 17 18 19 : 20 grey XXV .

intended for a Dramatic Piece of King Edward the Fourth 31 34 61 A War Song to Englishmen 62 Song by a Shepherd 64 Song by an Old Shepherd 65 SONGS FROM 'AN ISLAND IN THE MOON' The Song of This city and Phebe and this Jellicoe 69 country has brought forth many mayors 70 O leave me to my sorrows 71 SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND OF EXPERIENCE SONGS OF INNOCENCE Leave.CONTENTS To the Muses 21 Gwin. Introduction The The The The The The xxvi 75 Shepherd Ecchoing Green 76 77 Lamb 79 Little Black 80 Boy Blossom 82 Chimney Sweeper 83 . King of Norway An Imitation of Spenser 22 28 Blind-Man's Buff King Edward the Third Prologue.

CONTENTS The The Boy Lost Little Boy Found Laughing Song A Cradle Song The Divine Image Holy Thursday Little 8j> 86 87 88 90 91 92 Night Spring 94 Nurse's Song 96 Infant Joy 97 A Dream 98 On 99 Another's Sorrow SONGS OF EXPERIENCE Introduction Earth's 101 Answer The Clod and 102 the Pebble 104 A Divine Image 105 106 Holy Thursday The Little Girl Lost The Little Girl Found The Chimney-sweeper 107 no 113 Nurse's Song The Sick Rose 114 115 The Fly The Angel 116 117 xxvii .

silent 147 I Night fear'd the fury of Infant Sorrow I xxviii my wind 143 148 149 . Never seek to tell thy Love I laid me down upon a Bank I I saw a Chapel asked a Thief all of Gold 141 142 143 144 heard an Angel singing A Cradle Song 146 Silent.CONTENTS The Tyger Pretty Rose-Tree My Ah 118 ! Sun-Flower 121 The Lilly The Garden of Love The Little Vagabond London The Human Infant 120 122 123 124 125 Abstract Sorrow 126 128 A Poison Tree A Little Boy Lost A Little Girl Lost To Tirzah The Schoolboy The Voice of the 129 130 132 134 133 Ancient Bard 137 EARLIER POEMS FROM THE ROSSETTI MS.

CONTENTS Why should Thou I care for the men Thames of hast a lap full of seed 132 To my Myrtle To Nobodaddy Are 153 154 not the joys of morning sweeter The Wild Day The Fairy Motto Flower's Song 1.57 138 to the Songs of Innocence and of 159 160 Lafayette A Fairy leapt upon my knee GNOMIC VERSES said this An Answer mystery never Parson 162 shall cease to the There souls Soft Snow of men 166 over 167 168 it's ripe early ere I knew The sword sung on the barren heath lapwing thou fliest around the heath xxix ! 166 167 all Merlin's Prophecy If you trap the moment before An Old Maid 166 are bought and sold Abstinence sows sand 165 165 Lacedaemonian Instruction Love to faults is always blind O 153 136 Experience They 151 168 168 169 169 .

5 POEMS FROM LETTERS To my Dearest Friend. Anna Flaxman 180 .CONTENTS Terror in the house does roar 169 Several Questions Answered Eternity The look of love alarms 170 and idleness 170 Soft deceit 170 What is it men in women do An ancient Proverb 171 require 171 Riches Since all the Riches of this world If I e'er grow to Man's estate The Angel that presided o'er my birth Grown old in love from seven till seven 172 172 172 173 times seven Do what you 173 will this life's a fiction Great things are done when tains 173 Men and Moun- meet 173 To God 174 Nail his neck to the Cross Thel's Motto Prayers plow not Till thou dost conquer the distrest 174 174 17^ 17. John Flaxman. Mrs. these lines To my dear XXX 179 Friend.

My Spectre around me night and day Mock I 219 Mock on. Rousseau Monk of Charlemaine on. Voltaire. Butts 185 To Thomas Butts With Happiness stretch'd I : : across the 186 hills To Thomas Butts O why was : different face ! I born with a 190 ? THE PICKERING MS. The Smile The Golden Net The Mental Traveller The Land of Dreams Mary The Crystal Cabinet 193 194 196 . 202 203 206 /Auguries of Innocence William Bond 208 214 LATER POEMS FROM THE ROSSETTI MS.CONTENTS To Thomas Butts To my friend Butts write 181 To Mrs. saw a Morning The If it is Why 224 227 Birds You don't believe 223 228 won't attempt to make ye 229 true what the Prophets write 230 was Cupid a Boy 231 I xxxi .

rose up at the dawn of day
The Caverns of the Grave I've seen









did those feet in ancient time


of books
of Heaven
Such Visions have appear 'd to me
The fields from Islington to Marybone










Each Man is in his Spectre's power
I saw a Monk of Charlemaine


give you the end of a golden string

England awake awake awake
In Heaven the only Art of Living






am no Homer's Hero you all know
Anger and Wrath my bosom rends
you play a Game of Chance, know,

you begin

Of Hayley's







birth this




happy lot
Hayley To forgive Enemies









Thy Friendship oft has
heart to ake


When H



Hayley's Friendship:
out what you cannot do
I write the Rascal
he and I
Genius thus






as a




To Flaxman You call me Mad, 'tis folly to do so 257
To Flaxman: mock thee not, though by
thee am mocked
To Nancy Flaxman: How can help thy




Husband's copying

To Flaxman and





found them

taught them how to see
Stothard: You
your Youth observ'd






the Golden Rule






always take



from a Fool





say reserve and modesty

he has







Childhood, on the

nursery floor
Mr. Stothard to Mr. Cromek: For Fortune's

favours you your riches bring
Mr. Cromek to Mr. Stothard: Fortune favours

the Brave, old proverbs say


On Cromek: Cr

loves artists as he loves


On Cromek: A
On Phillips P


Petty Sneaking Knave I knew




not as he lov'd

his friends



William Haines:





noted Fools








that e'er




Hunt: 'Madman* I have been call'd
Hunt: You think Fuseli is not a Great
certain Mystics: Cosway,
Baldwin of Egypt's Lake


his legs carried it like a long fork
this is being a Friend just in the nick






Frazer, and


angry with Hayley who us'd me so ill
Having given great offence by writing in Prose


Advice of the Popes who succeeded the Age
of Raphael
On the great encouragement given by English
Nobility and Gentry to Correggio, Rubens,
Gainsborough, Catalani,
Crow, and Dilbury Doodle
I asked
my dear friend Orator Prig



O dear Mother Outline

of wisdom most sage
the Foundation of the Royal Academy
These are the Idiots' chiefest arts


The Cripple every step drudges and


labours 272

English Encouragement of Art: Cromek's
say their Pictures well painted


opinions put into rhyme
When I see a Rubens, Rembrandt, Correggio 273
Give Pensions to the Learned Pig

On Sir Joshua Reynolds' disappointment at his

impressions of Raphael
with a smile


Sir Joshua praised Rubens
Sir Joshua praises Michael


Can there be anything more mean




the Royal Academy
Florentine Ingratitude


real Style of Colouring ever






Joshua Reynolds died


A Pitiful Case


On Sir


Joshua Reynolds
I, Rubens, am a Statesman and a Saint
On the school of Rubens




English Connoisseurs
Pretty Epigram
have paid great sums in the


Venetian and Flemish ooze



Raphael, sublime, majestic, graceful, wise
On the Venetian Painter


A pair of Stays to mend the Shape
Venetian all thy Colouring
To Venetian Artists



no more



All Pictures that's painted with sense and with

Call that the Public Voice which is their Error

Now Art has lost its Mental





His whole Life



an Epigram, smart, smooth,

and neatly pen'd
has observed the Golden Rule


Some people admire the work of a Fool
He's a Blockhead who wants a proof of what
he can't perceive
Great Men and Fools do often me inspire
Some men, created for destruction, come
An Epitaph Come knock your heads against




Another I was buried near this dyke
Another: Here lies John Trot, the Friend of
all Mankind
When France got free, Europe, 'twixt Fools
and Knaves


Pope a compliment to the Ladies 287
Chloe's breast young Cupid slyly stole

Imitation of




Prologue: Mutual Forgiveness of each Vice 291
Legends to the Plates
The Keys of the Gates
Epilogue: To the Accuser who is The God
of this









Phoebus came strutting in
Honour and Genius is all I ask
When Old Corruption first begun
Hear then the pride and knowledge of a






Sailor 318

the Bat with leathern wing


Want Matches ?


walk'd forth one


May morning

Hail Matrimony, made of
To be or not to be




O, say, you Joe
There's Doctor Clash



xxx vii



will tell


you what Joseph of Arimathea







Klopstock England defied
the virginity of the Virgin Mary and

Johanna Southcott
When a man has married a Wife



And in melodious accents
The Washerwoman's Song




When you look at a picture


These verses were written by a very envious





Long John Brown and










Thy morn and evening breath scatter thy pearls Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee. pour Thy soft kisses on her bosom and put Thy golden crown upon her languish'd head. Come o'er the Eastern Kiss thy hills. who lookest down clear windows of the morning. . and the hills tell Valleys hear thy approach. And let thy holy feet visit our clime. O deck her forth with thy fair fingers. . . . Whose modest tresses were bound up for thee. Which The in full choir hails each other. all O Spring! list'ning our longing eyes are turned Up to thy bright pavillions: issue forth.POETICAL SKETCHES TO SPRING with Thro' the OTHOU dewy locks. turn Thine angel eyes upon our Western Isle. perfumed garments and let our winds let us taste .

Beneath our thickest shades we oft have heard Thy voice. and rush into the stream : Our valleys love the Summer in his pride. curb thy fierce steeds. and oft Beneath our oaks hast slept. beside our springs Sit down. Our bards are fam'd who strike the silver wire Our youth are bolder than the southern swains Our maidens fairer in the sprightly dance: : : We lack not songs. Nor laurel wreaths against the sultry heat. thou. while we beheld With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair. throw thy Silk draperies off. allay the heat OTHOU Thy That flames from their large nostrils ! O Summer.POETICAL SKETCHES TO SUMMER who passest thro* our valleys in strength. Nor ecchoes sweet. nor instruments of joy. on Some bank beside a river clear. when noon upon his fervid car Rode o'er the deep of Heaven. nor waters clear as heaven. Oft pitched'st here thy golden tent. . and in our mossy valleys.

the daughters of the year shall dance Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers. all sit ! The narrow bud opens her beauties to The sun. Hills fled from our sight. * Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning. and Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve. with pinions light. or sits singing in the trees/ Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat Then rose. Till clustering Summer breaks forth into singing. and stained With Beneath And And the blood of the grape. tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe. And feather'd clouds strew flowers round her head. girded himself. and o'er the bleak . there thou may'st rest. roves round The gardens. and Joy. and love runs in her thrilling veins. pass not. .POETICAL SKETCHES TO AUTUMN O AUTUMN. but my shady roof. but left his golden load. laden with fruit. 'The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit.

and freezes up frail life. and in his hand Unclothes the Earth. and the monster ! Is driv'n yelling to his caves beneath mount Hecla. . Poor little wretch. . but o'er the yawning deep Rides heavy. sheathed In ribbed steel I dare not lift mine eyes. with thine iron car/ thy pillars Deep-founded Nor bend . his storms are unchain'd. whose skin clings To his strong bones. He takes his seat upon the cliffs. habitation. that deal'st With storms till Heaven smiles.POETICAL SKETCHES TO WINTER WINTER! bar thine adamantine doors: there hast thou built thy dark The North is thine Shake not thy roofs. the mariner Cries in vain. For he hath rear'd his sceptre o'er the world. Lo now ! the direful monster. strides o'er the groaning rocks: He withers all in silence. He hears me not.

speak silence with thy glimmering eyes. and smile upon our evening bed . And wash the dusk with silver. . Soon. scatter thy silver dew On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes In timely sleep. And the lion glares thro the dun forest: . light Thy bright torch of love thy radiant crown Put on. full soon. and while thou drawest the Blue curtains of the sky.POETICAL SKETCHES TO THE EVENING STAR THOU Now. ! Smile on our loves. whilst the sun rests on the mountains. Fair-hair'd Angel of the Evening. 5 The fleeces of our flocks are cover'd Thy sacred dew protect them with : with thine influence. Dost thou withdraw then the wolf rages wide. Let thy West Wind sleep on The lake.

and with buskin'd feet appear upon our hills. Rouz'd Thy like . salute the sun a huntsman to the chace.POETICAL SKETCHES TO MORNING Virgin! clad in purest white. Unlock Heav'n's golden gates. The honey 'd dew that cometh on waking day. and issue forth Awake the dawn that sleeps in heaven let light Rise from the chambers of the East. and bring OHOLY . O radiant Morning.

rushing sound. the cold stone her pale cheeks.POETICAL SKETCHES FAIR bell struck one. and now she thinks of bones And grinning skulls. Sickly smells death issue as from a sepulchre. she finds herself upon her feet. Of And all is silent but the sighing vaults. dumb . A Of one Like a and the feet that fled. Walk'd by the A hollow She On shriek'd aloud. and sunk upon the steps. At length. groan ran thro' the dreary vaults. approaches. feeling the cold walls with her hands. And. Elenor silent their dead: Fair castle gate. and looked in. like a ghost. The graves THE give up ELENOR and shook the tower. Ellen stood statue. Fancy returns. Death withdraws his hand. froze to stone with fear. . and corruptible Death Wrap'd in his shroud and now fancies she hears Deep sighs. thro' narrow passages Chill Walking. and sees pale sickly ghosts gliding. Amaz'd. and she revives. no fancy but reality Distracts her.

the Wretch. Ellen flew over pathless plain as the arrows that The By ' ' . flies. await her on her bed she falls. and thrust into her arms then rush'd Past. and send it by whom thou wilt send. crying: 'The deed is done. destruction She fled from fear. howling: she received into her arms Pale Death. this/ A wet napkin. where erst her Lord hath press'd: Ah. cursed Duke Ah. pass'd swift thro* the outer gate. Howling. and howling after me for blood ! 'Take he cry'd. till Her maids and fly strikes in darkness. at her house arriv'd. They mud. heard a gloomy voice cry Is it done ? Stifling in And As the deer wounded. and followed on the wings of Fear.POETICAL SKETCHES The Wretch approaches. wrap'd about. Fair Ellen pass'd the bridge. my dear Lord ah. It is my life. night. ! . send it to Elenor: He's dead. Take this. wretched Elenor . leap'd o'er the wall into the moat. That bed of joy. woman's fear she cry'd ah. ' ' ' ! ! 10 ! .

she raised woe ' ! up her head. and thus it spake: ii . it groan'd. cut down The breath of heaven dwelt among his leaves. blood. all ghastly pale. O Elenor. .POETICAL SKETCHES * My Lord was like a flower upon the brows Of lusty May Ah. . the opening eyes of day western winds creep softly o'er the flowers. tenfold More ? terrified. Which in her arms she brought. Lord was My When in highest like 'But he is darkened. weak woman. clotted With gory fix'd. Thus having fill'd with spoke. life ! O ghastly Death ! as frail as flower ! withdraw thy cruel hand. deck thy horrid temples Seek'st thou that flow'r to 'My Lord was like a star Drawn down to earth by heav'n spells and wickedness. Disclosing to her sight the murder'd head Of her dear Lord. And saw the bloody napkin by her side. and now. the bloody cloth unfolds. Her eyes were saw it unfold itself. like the summer's noon Clouded fall'n like the stately tree.

and groan'd her last. I ! A hired villain turn'd my sleep to death ! 'O Elenor. Was 'reft of life by the accursed Duke Elenor. in the night. coward. Who.POETICAL SKETCHES ' O am thy husband's head. She kiss'd the pale lips. She took the gory head up in her arms. stiffen'd to stone. She hugg'd it to her breast. she had no tears to shed. who. beware the cursed Duke. seeks thy love. now am dead I He . O give not him thy hand. 12 . Hired a villain to bereave my life/ She sat with dead cold limbs. sleeping on the stones of yonder tower.

the Prince of Love beheld HOW And Till I sweet I tasted all the Who in the sunny beams did glide ! He shew'd me lillies for my hair. And shut me in his golden cage. wing. . wet. loves to sit Then stretches out my golden And mocks my loss of liberty. With sweet May dews my wings were And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage He caught me in his silken net. Then. . He and hear me sing. .POETICAL SKETCHES SONG roam'd from field to field summer's pride. And blushing roses for my brow He led me through his gardens fair Where all his golden pleasures grow. sports and plays with me. laughing.

giv'n wintry cold ? His breast is Love's all-worship'd tomb. And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave Such end true lovers have. When my grave have made Bring Bring I Let winds and tempests beat Then down I'll True love doth 14 lie : as cold as clay. and languished driv'n away air.POETICAL SKETCHES SONG MYMy and silks smiles By Love are fine array. me a winding-sheet. pass away ! . Where all Love's pilgrims come. heav'n unfold buds springing His face When is fair as O why to him was Whose : heart 't . is me an axe and spade. .

. Thou the golden fruit dost bear. Chirping loud and singing sweet. is Love. And our roots together join. There There his charming nest doth lay. I . And the Turtle buildeth there. And around our souls intwine EVE While thy branches mix with mine. Sweet I hear her mournful song. am clad in flowers fair Thy sweet boughs perfume the air.POETICAL SKETCHES SONG and Harmony combine. There he sleeps the night away. I hear his tongue. And thy lovely leaves among. Joys Like gentle streams beneath our feet Innocence and Virtue meet. upon our branches sit. There he sports along the day. And doth among our branches play. There she sits and feeds her young.

Beneath the oaken tree. the jolly swain laughs his fill. . Where mirth does never I I And I I fail. Where all And the old villagers meet. love our neighbours all. And where lisps the maiden's tongue. love the pleasant cot. our laugh sports to see. lot. But thou art 16 all to me. love the innocent bow'r. I The softly-breathing song. I better love thee And love them I ever shall I . love the laughing vale. love the ecchoing hill. . Where Or white and brown fruit in is our the mid-day hour. Where innocent eyes do glance. But.POETICAL SKETCHES SONG LOVE the jocund dance. I love the oaken seat. Kitty.

I'll And there I'll lie and dream The day along: And when night comes. And hear the linnet's song. And. I'll pore upon the stream Where sighing lovers dream. Walking along the darken'd With silent Melancholy. notes: And tune your merry MEMORY. while upon the wind Your music floats. drink of the clear stream. valley .POETICAL SKETCHES SONG hither come. I'll go To places fit for woe. And fish for fancies as they pass Within the watery glass.

With sorrow fraught ! My notes are driven : They strike the ear of night. And with tempests play. the rustling beds of dawn earth do scorn. Make weep the eyes of day They make mad the roaring winds. turn my back to the east comforts have increas'd For light doth seize my brain I From whence With 18 frantic pain.POETICAL SKETCHES MAD SONG "^HE wild winds weep. And with night will go . With howling woe After night I do crowd. : But lo! the Morning peeps Over And The the eastern steeps. Lo to the vault Of paved Heaven. . And my griefs unfold *n . . Like a fiend in a cloud. Sleep. JL And the night is a-cold Come hither.

and each calm retreat Each village seems the haunt of holy feet. the merry year Smiles on my head and mounts his flaming car Round my young brows the laurel wreathes a shade. The joyful Shepherd stops his grateful song To hear the music of an angel's tongue. 19 ! . But that sweet village where my black-ey'd maid Closes her eyes in sleep beneath night's shade. I meet my Maiden risen like the morn : O bless those holy feet. And rising glories beam around my head. So when she speaks. more than mortal fire Burns in my soul. the voice of Heaven I hear. FRESH . and does my song inspire. So when we walk. while o'er the dewy lawn. Whene'er I enter.POETICAL SKETCHES SONG from the dewy hill. nothing impure comes near. My feet are wing'd. Each field seems Eden. O bless those limbs. beaming with heav'nly light Like as an angel glitt'ring in the sky In times of innocence and holy joy. . like angels' feet.

That made my love so high and me so low.POETICAL SKETCHES SONG Then WHEN When early to evening my sits Morn walks forth in sober grey. where my blacLey'd Doth drop a tear beneath the silent shade. I walk the village round if at her side A youth doth walk in stolen joy and pride. O should she e'er prove false. the trees. . black-ey'd maid I haste away. The village bell alarms. his limbs I'd And throw pity on the burning air. Whisp'ring faint murmurs to the scanty breeze. And gently sighs away the silent hour. I curse my stars in bitter grief and woe. beneath her dusky bow'r. I To that sweet village. 20 all tear . my eyes and pensive as go Curse my black stars and bless my pleasing I turn Oft I . when the Summer maid sleeps among woe. I'd curse bright fortune for my mixed lot. And then I'd die in peace and be forgot. And the vale darkens at my pensive woe. away go.

the chambers of the East. Fair Nine.POETICAL SKETCHES TO THE MUSES on Ida's shady brow. Or the blue regions of the air Where the melodious winds have birth Whether on crystal rocks . the notes are few ! ! ! 21 . forsaking Poetry ! How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoy 'd in you The languid strings do scarcely move The sound is forc'd. Whether in Heav'n ye wander fair. Beneath the bosom of the sea Wand'ring in many a coral grove. WHETHER Or in The chambers From of the Sun. Or the green corners of the earth. ye rove. that now ancient melody have ceas'd .

our wives children cry for bread is . the Nations of the North When COME. and listen to my song: Gwin. . He 22 . 'The land And desolate. and in the clouds The troubl'd banners wave.POETICAL SKETCHES GWIN KING OF NORWAY Kings. the son of Nore. and pull the tyrant down Let Gwin be humbled ! ' ! h Gordred the Giant rouz'd himself From sleeping in his cave shook the hills. The Nobles of the land did feed Upon the hungry Poor They tear the poor man's lamb. Over His cruel sceptre bore. Arise. and The needy from their door. drive .

' They cry. weeping loud. Seeking their nightly food. num'rous sons of blood Like lions' . 'and let ten thousand lives ' Pull Pay for the tyrant's head. roaring abroad. black Like clouds. Their cry ascends the clouds. Let Gwin be humbled. whelps. Follow in wild array. the son of Nore. come rolling o'er ! 23 . Gwin. Howling like ghosts. furious as wolves In the bleak wintry day.' t From ' tow'r to tow'r the watchmen O cry. Down Bleron's hills they dreadful rush.POETICAL SKETCHES r Beneath them roll'd. Arouse thyself! the Nations. The trampling horse and clanging arms Like rushing mighty floods ! y Their wives and children. down the tyrant to the dust. like The tempests black.

his palace shakes. . Then suddenly each seiz'd his And clashing steel does ring.*> The shepherd leaves his mellow pipe. Gwin leads his host When 24 as black as night pestilence does fly< . And sounds the trumpet shrill The workman throws his hammer down To heave the bloody bill. . like an awful thunder cloud. / spear. With come rushing round . in steel.POETICAL SKETCHES Gwin rear'd his shield. The merchant binds his brows And leaves the trading shore.? Like the tall ghost of Barraton Who sports in stormy sky. 7 C The husbandman To wade does leave his plow thro* fields of gore. His chiefs Each. voice of solemn sound : // Like reared stones around a grave They stand around the King . .

he cries. Like clouds around him song. roll'd. sea of blood nor can the eye See to the trembling shore A . like balances Held in th' Almighty's hand. Gwin. thou has fill'd thy measure up: Thou'rt swept from out the land/ 4 And now the raging armies rush'd Like warring mighty seas. The dust ascends the skies ! Earth smokes with blood. U Gwin lifts * his for hand: the Nations halt. The Heav'ns are shook with roaring war. war ' Prepare Gordred appears his frowning brow Troubles our northern skies. With horses and with chariots And all his spearmen bold March to the sound of mournful . ! ! The armies '7 stand. ! .POETICAL SKETCHES ( (. and groans and shakes To drink her children's gore.

Beneath his arm like sheep they die. The cries of Over women and the field doth of babes fly. Ghosts glut the throat of Hell 26 ! the Heav'ns . ! The God of War is drunk with The earth doth faint and fail The stench of blood makes sick blood . Fight upon hills of slain. and shield on Sunk in this sea of strife . shield. 1) The King is seen raging afar. and bloody men .POETICAL SKETCHES And on the verge of this wild sea Famine and Death doth cry. Like blazing comets scattering death Thro* the red fev'rous night. . With all his men of might. Now Death is sick. and riven men Labour and toil for life Steed rolls on steed. And groan upon the plain The battle faints.

Like these did Gwin and Gordred And the first blow decides.POETICAL SKETCHES *l O what have ^ answer for Kings Before that awful throne When thousand deaths for vengeance cry. the Vale of Death. 1 The river Dorman roll'd their Who The blood Northern Sea. mourn'd his sons. fled. Down from the brow unto the Gordred Gwin fell his : head divides the sons of The rest did fill breast ! Norway All that remain'd alive meet. ! Like blazing comets in the sky That shake the stars of light. and overwhelmed Into the pleasant south country. Which drop like fruit unto the earth Thro' the fierce burning night. For them the eagles strive. . And ghosts accusing groan to . .

GOLDEN words my darkling verses dight. tinkling Sound without sense. . yet in his rude affray.POETICAL SKETCHES AN IMITATION OF SPENSER Apollo. Let rays of Truth enlight For brutish Pan in vain might thee assay sounds to dash thy nervous verse. (For ignorance is For which himself might deem him ne'er the worse To sit in council with his modern peers. And when thou yield'st to Night thy wide domain. And judge of tinkling rhymes and elegances 28 terse. All while the jocund Hours in thy train In lucent Scatter their fancies at thy poet's feet. that thro' Heaven wide Scatter'st the rays of light. and Truth's beams. his sleeping brain. With Folly's leasing nurse And love of Folly needs none other's curse) Midas the praise hath gain'd of lengthen'd ears. And wash my earthy mind in thy clear streams. That Wisdom may descend in fairy dreams.

And searches thro' the corners of the sky. like a falling star. Then. the wing'd eagle scorns the tow'ry fence Of Alpine hills round his high ary. dost go Down. around Plumes his wide wings. that with winged brow Dost mount aloft into the yielding sky. Can charm to harmony with potent spell. from autumn sky. that does dispel Envy and Hate that thirst for human gore And cause in sweet society to dwell Vile savage minds that lurk in onely cell. fly. Mercurius. And thro' Heav'n's halls thy airy flight dost throw. And If o'er the surface of the silent deep dost fly: thou arrivest at the sandy shore Where nought but envious hissing adders dwell. assist my lab'ring sense That round the circle of the world would As .POETICAL SKETCHES And thou. Sports in the clouds to hear the thunder's sound. bosom'd in an amber cloud. Entering with holy feet to where on high Jove weighs the counsel of futurity. sweet Eloquence. laden with eternal fate. 29 . Such is Mercury. thrown on the dusty floor. Thy golden rod. Then. And see the winged lightnings as they fly. and seeks Sol's palace high.

POETICAL SKETCHES And thou. Minerva. Arm'd with the terrors of Almighty Jove. maiden terrible. O Warrior Maid invincible. Where. like the sea. the waves of battle move? Or have thy soft piteous eyes beheld The weary wanderer thro' the desart rove? Or does th' afflicted man thy heav'nly bosom move? . Or bear'st thy ^Egis o'er the burning field. In solemn gloom of branches interwove? Pallas. Lov'st thou to walk the peaceful solemn grove.

falling. With hearth so red. the love-sick tale. With lad and lass. and walls so fair. The laughing jest. She. with side-long glance ! hob-nail Dick. The oaken log lay on the fire/ The well-wash'd stools. who griev'd the chance. blear-ey'd Will the black lot holds. ! Roger from Dolly twitch'd the stool. poor fool She blush'd so red.POETICAL SKETCHES BLIND-MAN'S BUFF And WHEN The silver snow decks Susan's clothes. The lasses prick the lads with pins. the game begins. jewel hangs at th' shepherd's nose. 3i . come. Of each encumbrance Jenny her And clear the hall. kiss'd the ground. how fair the show The merry can of nut-brown ale. blushing bank is all my care. heap it higher. But now for Blind-man's Buff they call At . a circling row. Silence hush Now laughing stops with And Peggy Pout gives ' ' Sam ! ! a push. Till. ' Heap the sea-coal. tir'd of chat. silken 'kerchief folds.

there's mischief there. and. Sukey is tumbled on the ground. Roger so near thee Trips. ' ' He sees ! he sees ' ! cries softly Grace: O Roger. repeats the rhymes. surer bound. clumsy Will in Is corner the strait pen'd up 1 ! And now Will's eyes beheld the play. thou. Kitty. pert. unskill'd in art. extended wide. Then pauses ere he starts.POETICAL SKETCHES The Blind-man's arms. And runs at Sam. dodging round. vow ! ' ! I ! She catches him: then Roger ties His own head up. But Roger still pursues the chace ! . Down on Directly 32 his hands and knees he lay Blind-man's way. go thro' thy part. now what chance hast thou. 'See what it is to play unfair Where cheating is. He thought his face was t'other way. Sam slips between 'O woe betide ' but titt'ring Kate Thee. in the . Must. 'Now. who slips with ease . but not his eyes For thro' the slender cloth he sees.' Kitty. His clumsy hold. And Roger turns him round three times. but Dick Now Was mischief bent upon a trick.

Then laws were made to keep fair play. And those who . When men were first a nation grown. But down he came. And down his back they strait convey The cold relief. such as all those Who on the blinded man impose Stand in his stead. long a-gone. Poor piteous Dick supports his head. how frail Our best of hopes.POETICAL SKETCHES ' Then cries out 'Hem Hodge heard. and ran With hood-wink'd chance. Alas. 33 . And one man lay in another's way. till wantonness And liberty began t' increase. And Hodge again holds up his head. Confusion startles all around. how soon they fail With crimson drops he stains the ground ! ! . And fain would cure the hurt he made But Kitty hasted with a key. play should stop the same By wholesome laws. the blood is stay'd. as. Such are the fortunes of the game. Lawless they liv'd. sure of his man.

Sir John Chandos. the chartered right of Englishmen. Sir Dagworth's Man. when the field in a flame. SCENE. King Edward and Nobles before it. When confusion rages. Duke Bishop. Let Liberty. Sir Walter Manny. When the cries of blood tear horror from Heav'n. is runs up and down the ranks. maintain thy servant's right ! Without thine aid. King: O thou. and spear. shield of seven times beaten brass And forged helm. Thomas Dagworth. Queen Philippa. The Coast of France. the twisted mail. a common Soldier. The Black Prince. King Edward.POETICAL SKETCHES EDWARD THE THIRD KING Persons Lord Audley. and Are idle trophies of the vanquisher. Lord Percy. And yelling Death 34 . to whose fury the nations are But as dust. William. The Army. of Clarence. Peter Blunt.

Or the Prince of Wales. like the mounting flame. but heavy. The enemy fight in chains. Their minds are fetter'd. my son. be strong thou fightest for a crown . Each clad in glory according to his sphere But we. shall gain the brightest fame. The world of men are like the num'rous stars That beam and twinkle in the depth of night. And thou. . that wander from our native seats . We spring to battle o'er the floods of death ! And these fair youths. soldiers. Is in His hand to whom all men are equal. let Liberty each countenance.POETICAL SKETCHES Won by our Enerve my Blaze in fathers in many a glorious field. A crown of glory but from thy very dust beam a radiance. then how can they be free? While. or Mortimer. the flow'r of England. and fire the battle. Or ev'n the least by birth. that they O May emulate their fathers' virtues. and to make them shine with gold That never tarnishes: whether Third Edward. That death can never ravish from thy brow. invisible chains. Venturing their lives in my most righteous cause. or Montacute. sheathe their hearts with triple steel. 'tis ours to gild The letters. to fire the breasts Of youth unborn! Our names are written Shall equal In fame's wide-trophied hall.

and Heav'n marshal all. that scarce were seen To twinkle in their sphere. Into three parties we divide by day. Now let us take a just revenge for those Brave Lords. And where the fiery whirlwind of swift war Has not yet swept its desolating wing. Grow larger as we advance: and some. &c. may so advance That the astonished world. and those that once were bright. perhaps The most obscure at home. for 'twas By your advice we landed here in Brittany. SCENE. Duke of Clarence Queen Philippa. 36 . who beneath the bloody axe At Paris. and other young Nobles. Thanks. call'd you together. Clarence: My Lords.POETICAL SKETCHES And beam forth lustre on a darkling world. And separate march. Stand only for to gaze upon their splendor. Bishop. I have by the advice of her Whom am doubly bound to obey. with upturned eyes. but join again at night. English Court. Regardless of the moon. Lionel. Lords. my I And my Parent Sovereign. [Exeunt. . Each knows his rank. noble Harcourt. [He here knights the Prince. fell A country not yet sown with destruction.

my diocese. throng'd with shining spires And corded ships. Lords. My thoughts are on my gardens and my fields. Perhaps more glorious in the philosophic mind. : How to employ the hand that lacketh If Industry is in bread. But. I hope while my father Toils in his wars. with my Prince. and all the golden cities In his land overflowing with honey. Yet. When I sit at my home. her merchants buzzing round Like summer bees. each man's heart Is cultivated and will bring forth fruit : This is my pleasure. and sees commerce fly round white wings. with your kind assistance. Religion will flourish.POETICAL SKETCHES My task great. And no less glorious than those of War. England shall dwell in peace. Glory may not be dimm'd with clouds of care. as My my private duty and I sit in council 37 . you would recommend us agriculture? Bishop Sweet Prince. a private man. and sees his golden London And her silver Thames. Lords. the arts of Peace are great. thoughts take in the gen'ral good of the whole. Say. my burden heavier than My unfledg'd years is . and turns his eyes on this His native shore. that. should not our thoughts be first to commerce? With his My Lord Bishop.

And gain but scanty fare. for now You represent Your If father. by To the Queen's advice. For Commerce. which is the favour of your company. who else must sweat and toil. a Prince should always keep fear And grant his favours with a sparing hand. like honey a worshiped oak. I ask your leave dine to-morrow with the Mayor of London: obtain your leave. the sacred person of with Princes as 'tis with the sun. Percy: Dear Sir. Or they are never rightly valued. Now. we grow weary his state. my dear Lord. and we. 'tis not sometimes o'er-clouded. Looking to the gain of this our native land. as from Forgive.POETICAL SKETCHES And England is the land favour 'd by Commerce. that speaks Not merely what my narrow observation has Pick'd up. but what I have concluded from your lessons. Be England's trade our care. Then. I have another boon To ask. my Lords. . my talkativeyouth. as tradesmen. 38 . If I I Lord Percy will not give me leave. Of his officious glory. Fosters his parent. These are my thoughts: yet it were best to go But keep a proper dignity. tho' the child of Agriculture. Clarence: O my good Lord. true wisdom drops From your tongue.

Can they not help themselves ? Bishop They can. [Aside. that Heaven gave England. fie. and may but how to gain their will Requires our countenance and help. Queen : sick on't. To dignity that I'm Phil. and you shall see : They . the French have fitted out many Small ships of war. Clarence: Well. Infest our English seas. I hope their Lordships will excuse your giddiness. Percy: When that they find they must. when at the birth of Nature 39 will: . will bestir themselves. my Lord. we are not Sovereigns Of the Sea To to business. My Lord? Lord Thou hast a gallant spirit. they Let them but suffer awhile.POETICAL SKETCHES Clarence: Then you will give me leave to shine sometimes. The merchants do complain and beg our aid. Bishop: Lord Percy cannot mean that we should suffer This disgrace: if so. I'll endeavour to take Lord Percy's advice I have been us'd so much : . Percy: The merchants are rich enough. Clarence: My Lords. Lord Clarence you proceed not ! But speak of your own pleasures. spoiling our naval flocks. which I fear Will be imposed on by the closer sort. that. Fie. our right. like to ravening wolves. devouring all Our burden'd vessels.

to the But we will bring these Gallic rovers under. Sir Thomas Dagworth and Lord Audley meeting. what was rash in me In you. Percy: Lord Bishop. Thanks. the Ocean ceas'd His mighty roar. At Cressy. 'Tis not Mine. : Of England's Queen. and own'd his awful Queen. and will. I. the head Must be aggrieved if but one member suffer. I dare not own the plan. and fawning play'd around Her snowy feet. You say. His generous aid to put it into practice. shaking his golden locks 40 . Audley Good morrow. Worthy the brave Lord Percy. [Exeunt. Yet will is wise if you please. on which cast I'll set my whole estate. brave Sir Thomas the bright morn Smiles on our army. Lord Quickly Mayor. the merchants Can. of England. Springs from the hills like a young hero Into the battle. defend themselves against These rovers: this is a noble scheme. you have the thanks ere long. brave Lord Percy.POETICAL SKETCHES deep. Lord Percy. and the gallant sun : . if the heart is sick. if they will. and as worthy She was seated in the . my Lord. The heart doth fail. SCENE. Queen Phil. and work him onward To this most glorious voyage.

Give me your hand. Audley By the same reason I might say 'tis fear That makes you fight. I think ! . did he fear then? Dagworth: Yes. then He I is afraid: I will say it to his face us all afraid. Audley: Ha! Ha! Sir Thomas you but joke Did you e'er see him fear ? At Blanchetaque. but when he turns : No one His back. Dagworth: Why. Audley: Perhaps you think the Prince too is afraid? Dagworth: No. Edward's afraid of Philip. O I have seen him fight And give command. He is a young lion. : Dagworth: Mayhap you may look upon Edward's face. Now here we are at Cressy. my Lord Audley. To-morrow we shall know. That Edward runs away from Philip. and strike a bargain for The enemy. I don't know. God forbid I'm sure he is not. can say he fears. he has danc'd in the field ! ! 41 . and now I'll tell you what Exultinglj: this is you do not know. I say. Lord Audley.POETICAL SKETCHES a promising day. When almost singly he drove six thousand French from the ford. he makes cannot bear the enemy at my back. where to-morrow. . fear* that made him fight so. and lightning has flashed From his eyes across the field: I have seen him Shake hands with Death.

have not heard. Sir don't is. Dagworth : I I give you joy: Here we of Cressy. Sir Thomas. Chandos: Good morrow. till we shall burn our skirts. I I Chandos: Distemper. Why. noble Chandos. like the youth at morris-play. . fears to turn his face. we turn Our backs to the fire. and you to turn your back. nor Warwick. look you here. Generals. John Chandos. Audley: Are you afraid I believe that as The much as King's afraid: but I too. you call fear? Your fea Is of a different kind then from the King's. so. None of us but me. do you call that fear? know perhaps he takes it by . Thomas what distemper? ! . you know what Enter Sir Dagworth : I hope Audley: There. stop.POETICAL SKETCHES Of battle. Audley: And this. Sir Thomas. Welcome to the fields And wait for Philip. fear Thomas. nor none. wish The Prince may not catch the distemper fits. One rotten sheep spoils the whole flock And if the bell-wether is tainted. Sir Thomas? believe what are you afraid of? Dagworth: Of having my back laid open. He I do not think. and I am very much afraid. 42 Sir too. I'm sure he's not afraid.

more to retreat I think retreating away a soldier's courage. 'he : erhaps the feel it . Dagworth And so will the whole army 'tis very catching. when the coward runs. Sir Dagworth lakes : tell him your thoughts Thomas. my son. thou art Je'er lost happy. . we . strive against but after a few all shall etter than fight. King: Good morrow. Such an army of heroes . you are a wise man. I is the cause. shouted to the Heav'ns. Generals. a distemper King caught here in France of running away. it . nor shook the dward. or. man 43 fails.POETICAL SKETCHES Dagworth: Why. know you understand me. air of the country coming upon me. nothing Ian stand our soldiers each man is worthy )f a triumph. Audley: Sir Thomas.etreats. ou yet are whole . when English courage )own goes our right to France. the brave man totters. you say you have caught it too. Enter King Edward and Black Prince. so To know how be plain. ut we are conquerors everywhere. : I've told him before. Chandos. Chandos: Here comes the King himself \>o often takes lainly. but his disorder him deaf. having such command : the field.

you must have your joke And shall. with respect and deference Upon such noble souls. And shall be still my glory. . . and 'tis my boast. Dagworth Your Grace had better make : Them all generals. When have seen the field glow. My sinews slacken'd. while you can fight as you did at The ford. I've gilt your cause with my And would again. my courage shrunk and withered. having such examples. and wish myself I look Worthy the high command that Heaven and you Have given me. King: Sir Thomas Dagworth. can Sir Thomas Dagworth ask that Edw Can refuse? Dagworth: I A trifle. And in each countenance the soul of war I Curb'd by the manliest reason. were not forbid By him whom am bound to obey: my hands Are tied up. hope your Majesty cannot refuse so great best blood. and my voice scarce heard I I Therefore 44 I beg I may return to England. I have been wing'd With certain victory. Dagworth King: : I What have a small petition to your Majesty.POETICAL SKETCHES Were base who were Above not fir'd to deeds heroic. Prince: Sire. I was inspir'd By these brave troops.

keep you here. flight. The Crane overtaken fighteth with the Hawk. The Dog doth seize the Wolf. : The fearful Crane springs from the splashy fen. Fears the small fire that plays about the fen. The Wolf is hunted down by causeless fear The Lion flees.POETICAL SKETCHES I know not what you could have ask'd. and such a friend Nay. . would not have sooner parted with Than such a soldier asyou have been. Startled. and bite the padding foot. astonished at the clam'rous Cock . such the effect flight has On noble souls. The Eagle. Now hear its opposite: The tim'rous Stag starts from the thicket wild. I will know the most remote particulars King: That I : Of this your II still may strange petition: that. and fear usurps his heart. If. The Snake doth turn. at this moment of their idle fear. Cressy we are settled Till Philip springs the tim'rous covey again. if I can. Dagworth: Here on the fields of . the Forester The Negro in the crevice of the rock Doth seize the soaring They tame submit Eagle . And if your Majesty's afraid of Philip. The shining Snake glides o'er the bending grass. Sir Thomas. The Stag turns head and bays the crying Hounds. that doth gaze upon the sun. undone by the Lion.

'Twill be a gallant thing to fight or die. : light Furbish our armours bright. new plume our helms. and I am as As the young bridegroom going to be married. Else he would never dare to attack us. King: Sir Thomas. And set all hearts on fire to be with us.' ] . : I Dagworth: A raw-bon'd fellow t'other day pass'dby told him to put off his hungry looks. Then I can never be afraid of Philip. now I understand your mirth. and see us fight this battle. Which often plays with Wisdom for its pastime. and thinks we flee from him. King If all my soldiers are as pleas'd as you. And reap rich harvest in the fields of Cressy Therefore like I I . Dagworth Now my heart dances.POETICAL SKETCHES You are more a Lion than a Crane: beg may return to England. tell them how we fight. And brings good counsel from the breast of laughter. I hope you'll stay. Now must I to my soldiers. Now. an please your Grace. Now the quarry's set ! and Death doth sport In the bright sunshine of this fatal day. He answer'd me 46 'I hunger for another battle. but not And we For flight. Philip is plum'd. get them ready. Then go to England. will sing like the young housewives busied In the dairy: my feet are wing'd.

he answer'd he was 'pig enough I I told To light another pattle. for thou art suited to the work. he should wed a maiden Fairer than snow.POETICAL SKETCHES saw a little Welshman with a fiery face. chid them both. but gave them noble hopes. Blow up the sluggish into ardour. and all were still. and wish'd health to his father. These are the minds that glory in the battle. him he look'd like a candle half Burn'd out. and rich as midsummer/ Another wept. and at each pause he wip'd His dropping eyes. And wing their brows with hope and expectation: I will not part If came arm'd ! . Philip And shook his mortal dart against my head. 47 . The ditty was 'If he Returned victorious. be thou near our person. when all had pitch'd I Their tents. Throughout the camp enflame the timorous. the weak inspire.' Last night. King: Sir Thomas Dagworth. I heard a blooming youth singing a song He had composed. beneath The moon walk'd abroad. and Confirm the strong with strength. And leap and dance to hear the trumpet sound. in the ribs of Death. Thou'dst laugh his fury into nerveless shame Go now. Thy heart is richer than the vales of France I : with such a man as thee.

By He 'tis his right of Nature thus set in action. hath the spirit of Liberty within him.POETICAL SKETCHES Then to our tent return. in hope To rest at night. hut. enlarge his castle Till glory fires his breast to While . that all May see what's done within. I see thee blow thy golden trumpet. how glorious art thou! I see thee hov'ring o'er my army. the poor slave drudges all day. but a slave his liberty. with Thy wide-stretch'd plumes I see thee . while 48 . Chandos: Courage. Lead them on to battle. Lord. In that enlarged breast of his. my Chandos. [Exit Dagwor Chandos That man's a hero in his closet. : will still move onward to plan conveniences. O King: Liberty. and more : A hero to the servants of his house Than gaping world he carries windows to the . he'll shake and build himself a sloth. : And Forgive my prejudice. and hedge A spot of ground. Sir John I think My Englishmen the bravest people on . The face of the earth. this he'll defend. proceeds from self-dependi my Teach man Give Off to think he's a free agent. Prince He is a genuine Englishman. and meet to council.

and fit Each shining helm. like a springtide. strong Nature Will bend or break us: my blood. O Edward. Thy O ! My son a vine. Where thousand Deaths are posting up and down. I will unburden. Methinks I see them perch on English crests. Chandos. And dance to the neighing of our steeds. which I commit unto care: prune all extravagant shoots. Sir John. and guide Th' ambitious tendrils in the paths of wisdom Water him with thy advice. Thy . Methinks I see them arm my gallant soldiers. as we may all each prefer other: 'Tis the best policy. Chandos. [Exit King Edward. the battle burns. and 'tis our duty. And gird the sword upon each thigh. Prince And may our duty. And roar the wild flame of fierce war upon The thronged enemy In truth am too full It is my sin to love the noise of war. Methinks the shout begins.POETICAL SKETCHES sons shout the strong shout of victory noble Chandos. think thyself a gardener. and string each stubborn bow. be our pleasure. Commissioned to this fatal field of Cressy. my dear son learn to think lowly of Thyself. ! e I : 49 . ! ! : And breathe my hopes into the burning air. and Heav'n Rain fresh'ning dew upon his branches And. thou seest my weakness. Now we are alone.

the strongest Find prey. can see no shore or bound for vast Ambition. That my full-blown sails overset me not In the wild tempest: condemn my Venturous youth. the swiftest may have room. That plays with danger. in her Frail bark. Then. as the innocent child Unthinking plays upon the viper's den: I am a coward in my reason. unregarded. sit us down.POETICAL SKETCHES Does high to overflow all bounds Of moderation while Reason. take the helm. Chandos You are a man. Chandos. While vacant Youth doth crave and seek about Within itself. till tired at length. and findeth discontent. If I can judge of actions but your heat rise so . Come. Roams round vast Nature's forest. but expected as a thing of course. contemplative each rolling year forth fruit to the mind's treasure-house: Brings Age is . where no bounds Are set. old variety. my Chandos. attacks experience. : . my Prince. impatient takes the wing. sated and tired With the changing sameness. Seizes the fruits of time. and view our former joys We . tired of thought. and a brave man. Is the effect of youth. and want of use: Use makes the armed Pass over as a Or field summer and noisy War cloud.

nor pleasure sits With trembling age. Shall I'm glad my father does not hear You can But do find friendly excuses for me. Sir John. and cut a path into the heaven of glory. the voice of Conscience then. the hide a comely vestment. Chandos. disdaining Little sport. for food. if fall with glory. . . . These are the tricks of the world but the pure soul mount on native wings. And We Is distaste rouze the strongest prey: then. if we must tug for experience. not dangerous Nor is good we fall. so We have our battle for our youth my Lord. Prince: Then. I know the wolf to fight. that if Th' Almighty I me talk . Sweeter than music in a summer's eve. And not acts when neither warbling voice Nor trilling pipe is heard. a glorious action to stretch out with pleasure view master'd ? Chandos: Considerate Age. shall Which . Let us not fear to beat round Nature's wilds. Leaving a track of light for men to wonder at. And oft the stander-by shall steal the fruit Of th' other's labour. you not think.POETICAL SKETCHES With and dislike. it please of my span life. views motives. I know That Youth has need of Age to point fit prey. This is philosophy.

It is a root that grows in every breast : it grow : : . . SCENE. William: Is it a little creeping root that grows in ditches Dagworth: Thou dost not understand me. Ambition Has But I the desire or passion that one man before another. it grows most in lands most cultivated. . in any pursuit after glory is to get don't think . my armour. the growth of ev'ry clime. William. in England. William: What is the tree you mentioned? I don't think I ever saw it. and William Dagworth Bring . and leave them all forlorn Yet not forlorn if Conscience is his friend. pulse Beat slow. William. Dagworth: Aye. but the oaks are not.52 you have any of it. Shall flee away. Dagworth. That sing and dance round Reason's fine. Sir ? Dagworth Aye. the vines here are finer than any we have in England.wrought throne. Dagworth: Ambition. and keep Sweet symphony to feather'd angels.POETICAL SKETCHES Shall warble round the snowy head. In Sir : Ambition is William Does [Exeun Thomas Dagworth's Tent. and taste and touch and sight and sound and smell. hither his Man. sitting As guardians round your chair then shall the . William Then it grows most in France.

I should be glad to know if it was not ambition that brought over our King to France : to fight for his right ? Dagworth: Tho' the knowledge of that will not profit thee much. and to know that little aright.POETICAL SKETCHES William : Yes. Sir. Only remember. instinct. I have . a natural philosopher. William: Now. and in fighting for him. William: And whoever acts without reason may do a great deal of harm without knowing it. if ambition is a sin. none are guilty but those whose minds are prompted by that same ambition. what follows must all be wrong. Sir. William. be I always thought that a Dagworth : Thou knowest truth by art man might knowing was wrong. but I must tell you that. and 'tis a sin to act without some reason. William Then. . : Dagworth: Now. I know everything. guilt being an act of the mind. we are all guilty in coming with him. of course a little. Dagworth But when our : have a great ambition first to ideas are wrong. yet I will tell you that it was ambition. all have it in their to know the motives of their power own actions. thou dost thrust the question home. 'tis best to know William Then. : 53 . Dagworth Thou art an endless moralist. William. and guilty of doing wrong without it while reason runs aground. as we have run our argument.

POETICAL SKETCHES William: Now there's a story come into my head. and I came to tell your honour. who is as entertaining as a good story ! Enter Peter Blunt. Dagworth And who is this minstrel. it's a new song about the French and English. for your information but not for your compliment. dost know? Peter O aye. glittering sand 54 and fruitful mould. Dagworth: I thank you. which is not true. Peter Vender's a musician going to play before the King. save it till another time. But here comes one this is no time for story-telling. ain't so good-natured. There's as much difference between him and me as between only . for all our blood and bones are in France. Dagworth: No. and a great deal more that we shall all hear by and by. that I will tell your honour if you'll give me leave. and he is to write another about all us that are to die. and : given him I don't know what. that the Prince isalwayswith the wiseman that knows us alias well as your honour. : : . or shining glass and . I forgot to tell that he has got the same name as Sir John Chandos. Peter. and the Prince has made the minstrel a 'squire. and I can't tell whether he don't mention us all one by one. William. Peter. that we may be remembered in Old England. because you love to hear war-songs.

Peter.POETICAL SKETCHES a wrought diamond. I have been weeping Over the men that are to die to-day. [Exit Peter. [Exeunt. when we were in England. Dagworth: Go. you or I may fall. and fitted to the finger of an Emperor. brave Sir Walter. Sir Thomas Dagworth to him enter Sir Walter Manny. that. flattery is delicious. Dagworth: You mean that not flattering the Earl of I was angry with you for Warwick. you ask'd me if he did not look well when he fell and I said No. Death wons in cities' smoke. you . Dagworth Why. know. Sir Walter: Sir Thomas Dagworth. get you gone. . and in still night. but everybody else does. and you was very angry with me for not flatterWilliam: Why. William: I Dagworth: never I flatter don't know your honour. ing you. Sir Thomas Dagworth's Tent. : : Cover'd with silence and forgetfulness. set in rich gold. Sir Walter: I know this breathing flesh must lie and rot. Sir. Peter: I know your honour does not think anything of yourself. and the Earl of Warwick was tumbled over. SCENE. he look'd very foolish. even from the lips of a babbler. such is that worthy Chandos. at the tournament at Windsor.

he doth rend the vault of Heaven. answering his hard demands How many walk in darkness. ! Turning themselves upon their beds. terrors are round The curtains of their beds. Talking with Death. whose spirits walk Upon the clouds of heaven. Where peace and joy and love and calm content singing in the azure clouds. Sit 56 . of souls must leave this prison-house Thousands Dagworth To be exalted to those heavenly fields. Tho' sunshine light it. walketh about How many in walled cities lie and groan. tho' borne on angels' wings. Resting in quietness. France is sick! the very sky. face is : Where songs of triumph. Where And shake O field the gates of Hell ! Dagworth. It makes me sad and sick at very heart. seems to me as pale As the pale fainting man on his death-bed. Whose shown by light of sickly taper. to die no more Yet death is terrible. palms of victory. In earth. destruction Ready at the door ! ! is How many sleep and deathy dust. and strew Flowers of Heaven's growth over the banquet-table. cover'd with stones ! How terrible then is the of Death.POETICAL SKETCHES When men sleep in their beds. fall must Thousands to-day.

The The table And those that like shoes. Sir And But never. Walter: I've often seen the burning field of war. Has my soul fainted with these views of death. decked in tears.POETICAL SKETCHES Bind ardent Hope upon your feet Put on the robe of preparation. let me drop a tear. fall shall rise in victory. fight and weep. often heard the dismal clang of arms. her fields Her ships shall sing across the foaming sea. this fatal till day of Cressy. . 'tis in my Country's cause. war begin. their pebbly channels. I'll And blood shall flow That murmur down Spend Then their sweet streams across the meadows. and like lives to do their Country service: England's verdure shoot. Grim War shall laugh and shout. While the black gore drops from his horrid jaws. brave the clarion of Sir ! Walter. is prepar'd in shining Heaven. shall shall smile. I'll weep and shout for glorious Liberty. I seem to be in one great charnel-house. And seem to scent the rotten carcases. flowers of Immortality are blown Let those that fight fight in good steadfastness. I seem to hear the dismal yells of Death. Yet I not fear the monster in his pride But O ! the souls that are to die to-day Dagworth Then let : Stop. 57 .

SCENE. fill'd with the blood of Greeks. With helmets hewn. In the [Exei Camp. Several of the Warriors meet Tent with a who at the King's Minstrel. In navies black. nor ever sheathe it up stain the draw my Till and viol. and shields covered with gore. fires (Like lions rouz'd Whose Heated with war. as fire brow your wrath and fury Your ancestors came from the ! of Troy. by lightning eyes do glare against the stormy fires). Whose cloth'd in war. following Song: O sons of Trojan Brutus. shall use the flute England blow the trump of victory. of storms. from their dens. and the drum be blue heavens with bloody banners. broken with wind and tide: sings the . voices are the thunder of the field. sword.POETICAL SKETCHES Her mariners And rattling Shall Sir be no more. and black and guns. Let war I'll Or I let the trumpet sound. Walter: Well. Rolling dark clouds o'er France. lay stretch'd upon the field of death. dreary War. muffling the sun In sickly darkness like a Threatening as the red Burning up Nations in dim eclipse.

and thou shalt be our grave. iLights The smoking trees are strewn upon the shore. the parched heavens Rain fire into the molten raging sea. the enormous Sons Of Ocean run from rocks and caves. sweating. in silent death. . When on some woody shore. Thick Our fathers move in firm array to battle The savage monsters rush like roaring fire. the red lightning. ships. iDread visages frowning .59 . O how oft have they Defy'd the storm that howled o'er their heads! Our fathers. The sepulchre of ancient Troy. . lean on their spears. Spoil'd of their verdure. swarm from the Giant voices Are heard from the hills.POETICAL SKETCHES They landed in firm array upon the rocks Of Albion they kiss'd the rocky shore . and thrones. Like as a forest roars with crackling flames. and awful pow'rs. and view The mighty dead : giant bodies streaming blood. from whence Shall rise cities. wild men. and arms. 'Our children's mother. like oaks entangled as a forest. borne by furious storms. hurling rocks.' Our fathers And wielding knotty clubs. Naked and roaring like lions. ready for the axe. 'Be thou our mother and our nurse/ they said.

Then Brutus spoke, inspir'd our fathers
Attentive on the melancholy shore:


Hear ye the voice of Brutus The flowing waves
Of time come rolling o'er my breast/ he said;
'And my heart labours with futurity:
Our sons shall rule the Empire of the Sea.


'Their mighty wings

shall stretch

from East to West.

Their nest is in the sea, but they shall roam
Like eagles for the prey; nor shall the young
Crave or be heard for plenty shall bring forth,

Cities shall sing, and vales in rich array
Shall laugh, whose fruitful laps bend down with fulness.


sons shall rise from thrones in joy,

Each one buckling on his armour; Morning
Shall be prevented by their swords gleaming,

And Evening hear

their song of victory:
towers shall be built upon the rocks,

Their daughters

shall sing,

surrounded with shining spe

'Liberty shall stand upon the cliffs of Albion,
Casting her blue eyes over the green ocean;
Or, tow'ring, stand upon the roaring waves,
Stretching her mighty spear o'er distant lands;
While, with her eagle wings, she covereth
Fair Albion's shore, and







a voice

To drown the


thunder, and a tongue
throat of war!
the senses



\re shaken, and the soul is driven to madness,
the souls of the oppressed

/Vho can stand ?


troubled air that rages, who can stand ?
Vhen the whirlwind of fury comes from the
Throne of God, when the frowns of his countenance
"ight in the

)rive the nations together, who can stand ?
Sin claps his broad wings over the battle,



rejoicing in the flood of Death;

vVhen souls are torn to everlasting fire,
-\nd fiends of Hell rejoice upon the slain,
3 who can stand? who hath caused this?


who can answer at the throne of God?
The Kings and Nobles of the Land have done





Heaven, thy Ministers have done






prepare the iron helm of War,

Bring forth the lots, cast in the spacious orb;
Th' Angel of Fate turns them with mighty hands,
casts them out upon the darken'd earth



Prepare, prepare

Prepare your hearts

for Death's cold






souls for flight, your bodies for the earth;
Prepare your arms for glorious victory;

Prepare your eyes


meet a holy God


Prepare, prepare



fatal scroll





that? Methinks







tongue ?

three lives, I'd die in such a cause,
rise, with ghosts, over the well-fought


Prepare, prepare


arrows of Almighty God are drawn
Angels of Death stand in the low'ring heavens
Thousands of souls must seek the realms of light,
And walk together on the clouds of heaven





Prepare, prepare


prepare! Our cause is Heaven's cause;
Be worthy of our cause
Soldiers, prepare
Prepare to meet our fathers in the sky:
Prepare, O troops, that are to fall to-day




Prepare, prepare!


shall smile,

and make


harp rejoice;

The Norman William, and the learned Clerk,
And Lion Heart, and black-brow'd Edward, with
His loyal Queen, shall


and welcome us


Prepare, prepare




stranger, to this place,

Where Joy doth



on every bough,

from every face;

We reap not what we do not sow.
Innocence doth


a rose

Bloom on every maiden's cheek;
Honour twines around her brows,

The jewel Health


adorns her neck.]





snow decks

And jewel hangs

Sylvio's clothes,
at shepherd's nose,

can abide Life's pelting storm,

That makes our limbs quake, if our hearts be warm.
Whilst Virtue is our walking-staff,
And Truth a lantern to our path,
can abide Life's pelting storm,
That makes our limbs quake, if our hearts be warm.


Blow, boisterous Wind, stern Winter frown,
Innocence is a Winter's gown.
So clad, we'll abide Life's pelting storm,
That makes our limbs quake, if our hearts be warm.]



Maidens dancing. the little lambkins trot. Johnny.SONGS FROM AN ISLAND IN THE MOON THE SONG OF PHEBE AND JELLICOE drest like beauty's Queen. All the country folks a-courting. Sitting all Where beneath a grot. Susan. Lightly tripping on a row. and Joe. Happy 69 ' . loves a-sporting. who can be In happiness compared with ye? The Pilgrim with his crook and hat Sees your happiness compleat. Bob. PHEBE Jellicoe in faint pea-green. people.

each ate as much as ten: enter'd the hall to eat good beef and ale law English hospitality. O then it did not fail THIS ! With scarlet gowns and broad gold lace. would make ayeoman sw< With stockings roll'd above their knees and shoes as black as jet With eating beef and drinking beer. O they were stout and hah Good English hospitality.SONGS FROM city and this country has sit in state. and give forth brought forth many mayors To laws out of their old oak chair With face as brown as any nut with drinking of strong ale Good English hospitality. O then it did not fail ! Thus sitting at Were fit the table wide the to give The hungry poor Good Mayor and Aldermen to the city. O then it did not fail! .

And Then if chance along this forest Any walk in pathless ways. I lose this form of clay. I'll sit [me] to my sorrows and fade away. Thro' the gloom . he'll see my shadow Hear my voice upon the breeze.AN ISLAND IN THE MOON ' O leave Here EYVE. Till I'm nothing but a spirit.


SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND OF EXPERIENCE Shewing the Two Contrary States of the Human Soul 73 .


And wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear. 'Drop thy pipe. And made a rural pen. PIPING On And he laughing said to me: ' Pipe a song about a Lamb So I piped with merry chear. : ' Piper. ' Sing thy songs of happy chear So I sang the same again. I I I 75 . that all So he vanish'd from my sight. a cloud I saw a child. thy happy pipe. While he wept with joy to hear. ' ! ' ' . sit thee down and write may read. And I pluck'd a hollow reed. pipe that song again So I piped: he wept to hear.' In a book. Piper. And stain'd the water clear. Piping songs of pleasant glee.SONGS OF INNOCENCE INTRODUCTION down the valleys wild.

For he hears the lamb's innocent call. He watchful while they are in peace. tongue shall be filled with praise. And he hears the ewe's tender reply. For they know when their Shepherd is nigh.SONGS OF INNOCENCE THE SHEPHERD HOW He sweet From the Shepherd's sweet lot! the morn to the evening he strays. is shall follow his And his sheep all the day. is .

girls and boys. Sing louder around To the bells' chearful sound. Old John. And soon they all say: 'Such. bells ring To welcome the Spring. They laugh at our play.SONGS OF INNOCENCE THE ECCHOING GREEN Sun does arise. The skylark and thrush. The birds of the bush. Among the old folk. And make happy The merry the skies. While our sports shall be seen On the Ecchoing Green. were seen the Ecchoing Green/ In our youth-time On 77 . such were the joys When we all. Sitting under the oak. Does laugh away care. with white hair.

And our sports have an end. The sun does descend. weary. Round the laps of their mothers Many sisters and brothers. Like birds in their nest.SONGS OF INNOCENCE Till the little ones. No more Are ready And On for rest. . sport no more seen the darkening Green. can be merry.

SONGS OF INNOCENCE THE LAMB Lamb. I'll tell thee. I'll tell thee: He is called by thy name. and thou a lamb. I a child. Softest clothing. woolly. ETLE . . the vales rejoice? Little Lamb. For He calls Himself a Lamb. Little Little Lamb. Little Lamb. who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee Making all ? Lamb. and He is mild. He became a little child. bright Gave thee such a tender voice. By the stream and o'er the mead Gave thee clothing of delight. Little He is meek. God bless thee Lamb. God bless thee ! ! 79 . We are called by His name. and bid thee feed. who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Gave thee life.

And. am I black." . my love and care. 'For And round my 80 golden tent like lambs rejoice. there God does live. when our souls have learn'd the heat to bear. joy in the noonday. My mother taught me underneath a tree. began to say: * Look on the And And rising sun . but a cloud. as if ! bereav'd of . . in the O And am black. we shall hear his voice. gives his light. and like a shady grove. sitting down before the heat of day. Saying: "Come out from the grove. That we may learn to bear the beams of love And these black bodies and this sunburnt face * Is . The cloud will vanish. but my soul is white as an angel is the English child. light.SONGS OF INNOCENCE THE LITTLE BLACK BOY MY mother bore me White But I southern wild. And. She took me on her lap and kissed me. and gives his heat away flowers and trees and beasts and men receive Comfort in morning. pointing to the east. And we are put on earth a little space.

till he can bear To lean in joy upon our Father's knee And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair. And round shade him from the heat. I'll . the tent of God like lambs we joy.SONGS OF INNOCENCE Thus And did thus When I my mother I say. and he will then love me. And be like him. g 81 . and kissed me. from black and he from white cloud free. say to little English boy.

! A happy Blossom Hears you sobbing. A happy Blossom Sees you. swift as arrow. Near my bosom. Pretty. Pretty. Seek your cradle narrow Near my bosom. Pretty Robin. Pretty Robin Under leaves so green. 82 ! . sobbing. MERRY.SONGS OF INNOCENCE THE BLOSSOM Merry Sparrow Under leaves so green.

Then down a green plain leaping. for when your head's bare You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair. and Jack. And my father sold me while yet my tongue I WHEN Could scarcely cry 'Veep 'weep 'weep 'weep So your chimneys I sweep. And wash in a river. laughing. And he open'd the coffins and set them all free. and in soot I sleep.SONGS OF INNOCENCE THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER my mother died was very young. they run. And by came an Angel who had a bright key. said never mind it. Ned. Joe.' ' And so ! he was quiet. Were all of them lock'd up in coffins of black. Tom ! ! cried when was shav'd: his so I ' ! head. he had such a sight! That thousands of sweepers. and that very night. 83 . and shine in the Sun. Hush. ! There's That little Tom Dacre. Dick. who curl'd like a lamb's back. As Tom was a-sleeping.

. And And so 84 . if he'd be a good boy.SONGS OF INNOCENCE Then naked and white. They rise upon clouds and sport in the wind. Tom awoke and we rose in the dark. got with Tho' the morning was cold. He'd have God for his father. Tom was happy and warm So if all do their duty they need not fear harm. our bags and our brushes to work. and never want joy. And the Angel told Tom. all their bags left behind.

and the child did weep. speak to your Or else I shall be little boy.SONGS OF INNOCENCE THE LITTLE BOY LOST ! father O do not walk so FATHER ! where are you going? fast. And away the vapour flew. . Speak. The mire was deep. no father was there The child was wet with dew. lost/ The night was dark. . father.

the wand'ring light. but God. and by the hand led. He kissed And Who Her 86 the child. ever nigh. little THE Led by Began Appeared like his father. in white. thro* the lonely dale. mother brought. to cry. .SONGS OF INNOCENCE THE LITTLE BOY FOUND boy lost in the lonely fen. to his little boy weeping sought. in sorrow pale.



the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,

the dimpling stream runs laughing by


the air does laugh with our merry wit,
the green hill laughs with the noise of it



When the meadows laugh

with lively green,
the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene,

When Mary and


Susan and Emily
sweet round mouths sing


Ha, Ha,




the painted birds laugh in the shade,
Where our table with cherries and nuts is spread,

Come live, and be merry, and join with me,
To sing the sweet chorus of Ha, Ha, He





dreams, form a shade
infant's head;
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
By happy, silent, moony beams.

O'er my lovely


sleep, with soft



thy brows an infant crown.
Sweet sleep, Angel mild,



my happy


Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my delight;
Sweet smiles, Mother's 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;

happy sleep,
o'er thee thy mother

Sleep, sleep,



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



me, for thee, for


When He was an infant small.

image ever see,
Heavenly face that smiles on thee,

Smiles on thee, on me, on



Who became an infant small.
Infant smiles are his

Heaven and



earth to peace beguiles.


Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
All pray in their distress;


to these virtues of delight
their thankfulness.


For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
Is God, our Father dear,
And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
Is man, his child and care.
For Mercy has a human heart,
Pity a




Love, the human form divine,
Peace, the human dress.

Then every man, of every
That prays


in his distress,

Prays to the

human form

Love, Mercy,




must love the human form,
In Heathen, Turk, or Jew;
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell



There God





'"^WAS on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean,
The children walking two and two, in red and blue and

into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames' waters flow.



yhat a multitude they seem'd, these flowers of London town
rted in companies they sit with radiance all their own.
e hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs,
'ousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands.




w like a mighty wind

they raise to Heaven the voice of song,
harmonious thunderings the seats of Heaven among,
leath them sit the aged men, wise guardians of the poor;
en cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.




sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;


The birds are silent in their
And must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower,



In heaven's high



silent delight

and smiles on the

Farewell, green




and happy groves,

have took delight.
lambs have nibbled, silent moves

feet of angels bright;

Unseen they pour


And joy

without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each sleeping bosom.


look in every thoughtless nest,
birds are cover'd warm;



caves of every beast,
all from harm.

To keep them

they see any weeping
That should have been-sleeping,

They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.


wolves and tygers howl for prey,

pitying stand and weep,
Seeking to drive their thirst away,


And keep them from

the sheep.
The angels, most heedful,
Receive each mild spirit,



New worlds to inherit.

there the


ruddy eyes

Shall flow with tears of gold,


pitying the tender cries,
walking round the fold,

Saying 'Wrath, by

And, by



his health, sickness

driven away
our immortal day.


And now beside thee, bleating lamb,
can lie down and sleep
Or think on Him who bore thy name,




after thee

For, wash'd in

My bright

and weep.






Shall shine like the gold
As I guard o'er the fold/

Little Boy. to 94 welcome in the Year. Infant noise. Merrily. Merrily. So do you. Cock does crow. Merry voice. Merrily. Full of joy. Merrily.SONGS OF INNOCENCE SPRING the Flute! Now SOUND it's mute. to welcome in the Year. . Merrily. Little Girl. Lark in sky. Birds delight Day and Night. Nightingale In the dale. Sweet and small .

face : we welcome in the Year.SONGS OF INNOCENCE Little Here Lamb. Let me Your Let me Your pull soft wool . Merrily. kiss soft Merrily. I Come and lick My white neck. . am.

And then go home to bed/ The little ones leaped and shouted and laugh'd And all the hills ecchoed. go and play till the light fades away.SONGS OF INNOCENCE NURSE'S SONG the voices of children are heard on the greei laughing is heard on the hill. * the sun Come. we cannot go to sleep. Besides. let us play. leave and Till the the skies/ ' No. . well. Then come home. cover'd with sheep/ 'Well. away no. my children. And the dews of night arise. is still. for it is yet day. And morning off play. appears in gone down. WHEN And My heart And is at rest within everything else my breast. come. in the sky the And let us is the hills are all little birds fly.

sing the while.' I Sweet joy Pretty Joy befall thee ! ! Sweet Joy.SONGS OF INNOCENCE INFANT JOY 'T HAVE no name: am but two days old/ What shall call thee? JL I I ' happy am. Joy is my name. but two days Sweet Joy I call thee: Thou dost I old. smile. Sweet joy befall thee ! 97 .

benighted. my children ! Do Now return and weep Pitying.SONGS OF INNOCENCE A DREAM a dream did weave a shade O'er my Angel-guarded bed. hie thee home. All heart-broke I heard her say: do they cry ? hear their father sigh ? they Now they look abroad to see: * O. Dark. and forlorn. saw a glow-worm near. But I I for me/ drop'd a tear. Troubled. ONCE That an Emmet Where lost its way on grass methought I lay. 'wilder'd. While Little ? : wanderer.' . travel-worn. Who replied: What wailing wight * Calls the 'I am watchman of the night set to light the ground. Over many a tangled spray. the beetle goes his round Follow now the beetle's hum.

Hear the small bird's grief and care. never can it be a mother sit An ! And can He who smiles on all Hear the wren with sorrows small. And not sit beside the nest. Hear the woes that infants bear. not seek for kind relief? Can see a falling tear. And not sit the cradle near. No. nor be with sorrow fill'd? I Can and hear an infant fear ? infant groan. not be in sorrow too? see another's grief. Pouring pity in their breast. And not feel my sorrow's share ? Can a father see his child Weep. no! never can it be! Never. Weeping tear on infant's tear .SONGS OF INNOCENCE ON ANOTHER'S SORROW I CAN And Can And I see another's woe. 99 .

. . Think not thou canst sigh a sigh. thy Maker is tear.SONGS OF INNOCENCE And both night and day. And thy Maker is not by Think not thou canst weep a And . our tears away? Wiping O. grief sit is by and gone and moan. O He gives to us his joy ! That our Till our grief He doth 100 He may destroy. fled us . not near. He becomes a man of woe He doth feel the sorrow too. no never can it be Never. never can it be not sit all ! ! ! He doth give his joy to all He becomes an infant small.

That might The And controll starry pole. Calling the lapsed Soul. Past. And weeping in the evening dew. 'Turn away no more. O Earth. fallen. wat'ry shore. Rises from the slumberous mass. fallen light 'O Earth. Whose ears have The Holy Word heard That walk'd among the ancient trees. Arise from out the is worn. and Future. sees. Why wilt thou turn away The The Is ? starry floor. the morn Night And renew ! return! dewy grass. giv'n thee till the break of day/ 101 .SONGS OF EXPERIENCE INTRODUCTION Who HEAR the voice of the Bard ! Present.

Stony dread And her locks cover'd with grey despair. Chain'd The ' ! in night. virgins of youth Does spring hide When buds and its and morning bear? joy blossoms grow ? Does the sower Sow by night. Or the plowman 102 in darkness plow ? . jealous.SONGS OF EXPERIENCE ANSWER EARTH'S her head rais'd up EARTH From the darkness dread and drear. ! ' Prison'd on wat'ry shore. my den: Starry Jealousy does keep Cold and hoar. Father of Men! Cruel. selfish Fear 'Selfish Can Delight. hear the Father of the Ancient Men. Her light fled. Weeping I o'er.

vain Eternal bane Selfish ! ! ! That free Love with bondage bound/ 103 .SONGS OF EXPERIENCE ' Break this heavy chain That does freeze my bones around.

ease. builds a Hell in Heaven's despite. in Hell's despair/ Clod of Clay. Joys in another's loss of ease. I J Nor for itself hath But for another gives And builds a Heaven So sung a little its any care. To bind another to Its delight.SONGS OF EXPERIENCE THE CLOD AND THE PEBBLE 'TOVE seeketh not Itself to please.' And 104 . Trodden with the cattle's feet. But a Pebble of the brook Warbled out these metres meet: 'Love seeketh only Self to please.

5 . human form a fiery forge. human dress is forged iron. V^> And Jealousy a human face.SONGS OF EXPERIENCE [A DIVINE IMAGE /CRUELTY has a human heart.] 10. human heart its hungry gorge. human face a furnace seal'd. Terror the human form divine. And Secrecy the human The The The The dress.

For where'er the sun does And where'er shine. Babes reduc'd to misery. Fed with cold and usurous hand ? this ISIn Is that trembling cry a song? Can it be a song of joy ? And so many children poor? It is a land of poverty And And And It is their sun does ! never shine. the mind appall. Babe can never hunger there. Nor poverty 106 . their fields are bleak their ways are fill'd with thorns: eternal winter there.SONGS OF EXPERIENCE HOLY THURSDAY a holy thing to see a rich and fruitful land. the rain does fall. and bare.

Where me weep ? can Lyca sleep? 107 . mother. come to Underneath this tree. Seven summers old Lovely Lyca told She had wander'd long Hearing wild birds' song.SONGS OF EXPERIENCE THE LITTLE GIRL LOST futurity IN prophetic see I That the earth from sleep (Grave the sentence deep) Shall arise and seek For her Maker meek And . In the southern clime. Where Never the summer's prime fades away. ' Do father. . Sweet sleep. Lovely Lyca lay. the desart wild Become a garden mild.

And the virgin view'd Then he gambol'd round . 108 . View'd the maid asleep. mother sleep. The kingly lion stood. shall not weep. Come from caverns deep. Let thy moon arise While I close my eyes/ Sleeping Lyca lay While the beasts of prey. O'er this desart bright. How can Lyca sleep If her mother weep ? Is 'If her heart does ake Then If my Lyca let Lyca wake. 'Frowning. O'er the hallow'd ground. frowning night.SONGS OF EXPERIENCE 'Lost in desart wild your little child.

And naked they convey'd To caves the sleeping maid. tygers.SONGS OF EXPERIENCE Leopards. 109 . While the lion old Bow'd his mane of gold. And her bosom lick. And upon her neck From Ruby his eyes of flame tears there While came . play Round her as she lay. the lioness Loos'd her slender dress.

Hoarse with making moan. Pale. weeping. weak. Arm in They arm seven days trac'd the desart ways. And dream they see their child Starv'd in desart wild. .LLyca's parents go Over valleys deep. Tired and woe-begone. While the desarts weep. thro* pathless ways The fancied image strays Famish'd. Seven nights they sleep Among shadows deep.SONGS OF EXPERIENCE THE LITTLE GIRL FOUND the night in woe A. With hollow no piteous shriek.

Smelling to his prey.SONGS OF EXPERIENCE Rising from unrest. look upon his eyes with deep surprise wondering behold They Fill'd And . The trembling woman prest With feet of weary woe : She could no further go. in . And silent by them stands. arms he bore Her. Then he stalk'd around. Till before their way In his A couching lion lay. A spirit arm'd in gold. But their fears allay When he licks their hands. Turning back was vain: Soon his heavy mane Bore them to the ground. arm'd with sorrow sore.

his shoulders Flow'd his Gone was ' Follow down golden all hair. me/ he said . Nor fear the wolfish howl Nor the lions' growl. their care. 'Weep my palace deep In Lyca lies asleep/ Then they followed Where the vision led. And saw their sleeping child Among tygers wild. not for the maid.SONGS OF EXPERIENCE On On his head a crown. 112 . To this day they dwell In a lonely dell.

' King. 113 . And smil'd among the winter's snow. gone to praise God and his Priest and 'And because I think they They And are Who make up a Heaven of our misery. And taught me to sing the notes of woe. was happy upon the heath. have done me no injury.SONGS OF EXPERIENCE THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER A LITTLE black thing ' Crying 'weep ! the snow. in notes of woe among ' 'weep ! 'Where are thy father and mother. They clothed me in the clothes of death. am happy and dance and sing. say?' They are both gone up to the Church to ! ' ' Because I pray.

. Then come home. . the And the dews of night arise sun is gone down. Your spring and your day are wasted in And your winter and night in disguise.SONGS OF EXPERIENCE NURSE'S SONG the voices of children are heard on the green whisp'rings are in the dale. And WHEN The days of my youth rise fresh in My face turns green and my mind. pale. my children. 114 play.

And his dark secret Does thy life love destroy. Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy. ! . howling storm.SONGS OF EXPERIENCE THE SICK ROSE O ROSE. That flies in In the the night. thou art sick The invisible worm.

.SONGS OF EXPERIENCE THE FLY Fly. And the want Of thought is death . drink. E~^TLE Thy summer's play My thoughtless hand Has brush'd away. and sing. Then am A happy If I Or 116 I fly. Am not A fly like thee I ? Or art not thou A man like me ? For I And Till dance. some blind hand Shall brush If my wing. live if I die. is life thought And strength and breath.

he came in vain For the time of youth was fled. morn my . And wept both day and night.SONGS OF EXPERIENCE THE ANGEL T DREAMT a Dream! JL And that I what can it mean? was a maiden Queen. 117 . ten thousand shields and spears. . I I So he took his Then blush'd rosy red tears. Guarded by an Angel mild Witless woe was ne'er beguil'd : ! And wept both night and day. And hid from him my heart's delight. And he wip'd my tears away. And grey hairs were on my head. and arm'd my fears I the dried With wings and fled . Soon my Angel came again: I was arm'd.

and what art. What dread hand ? and what dread What the hammer? what In the chain? what furnace was thy brain ? What the anvil what dread ? Dare 118 its feet deadly terrors clasp grasp ? ? .SONGS OF EXPERIENCE THE TYGER Tyger! burning bright TYGER! In the forests of the night. Could And twist the sinews of thy heart? when thy heart began to beat. What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant Burnt the fire deeps or skies of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire What the hand dare seize the fire ? ? And what shoulder.

Did he smile his work to see? Did He who made the Lamb make thee ? Tyger Tyger burning ! ! bright In the forests of the night. What immortal hand or eye. Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? . And water'd heaven with their tears.SONGS OF EXPERIENCE When the stars threw down their spears.

A But Such a flower And I Tve Then I went To as May never bore .SONGS OF EXPERIENCE MY PRETTY ROSE TREE FLOWER was offer'd to me. tend her by day and by night. And her thorns were my only delight. 120 . said I to my pretty Rose Tree. a pretty Rose Tree/ passed the sweet flower o'er. But my Rose turn'd away with jealousy.

121 . Where the traveller's journey is done. Arise from their graves.SONGS OF EXPERIENCE AH! SUNFLOWER Sunflower ! weary of time.Who countest the steps of the Sun. And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow. Ai. Where the Youth pined away with desire. Seeking after that sweet golden clime. and aspire Where my Sunflower wishes to go.

stain her beauty bright. 122 . The humble Sheep a threat'ning horn.SONGS OF EXPERIENCE THE LILLY modest Rose puts forth a thorn. Nor a thorn. nor a threat. While the Lilly white shall in Love delight.

123 rounds. And the gates of this Chapel were shut. I . 1 And saw what I never had seen : A Chapel was built in the midst.SONGS OF EXPERIENCE THE GARDEN OF LOVE T WENT to the Garden of Love. Where I used to play on the green. And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door. And tomb-stones where flowers should be And Priests in black gowns were walking their And binding with briars my joys and desires. So I turn'd to the That so Garden of Love many sweet flowers bore . . And saw it was filled with graves.

is healthy and pleasant and warm. Such usage in Heaven will never do well. Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray. Besides I can tell where I am used well. nor birch. and give him both drink and apparel. who is always at Church. And a pleasant fire our souls to regale. dear Mother. And God. But kiss him. the Church is cold. We'd sing and we'd pray all the livelong day. and sing. 124 .SONGS OF EXPERIENCE THE LITTLE VAGABOND Mother. Then the Parson might preach. And we'd be as happy as birds in the spring. Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the Barrel. DEAR But the Ale-house But if at the Church they would give us some Ale. Would not have bandy children. rejoicing to see His children as pleasant and happy as He. like a father. nor fasting. And modest Dame Lurch. and drink.

The mind-forg'd manacles I hear. blights with plagues the Marriage hearse. the hapless Soldier's sigh I hear Harlot's curse new-born Infant's tear. In In How the Chimney-sweeper's cry Every black'ning Church appalls And Runs in blood down Palace walls. in every ban. every cry of every Man. every Infant's cry of fear. marks of woe. In every voice. But most thro* midnight streets How the youthful Blasts the And .SONGS OF EXPERIENCE LONDON WANDER thro* each charter'd street. meet Marks of weakness. 125 . I Near where the And mark in charter'd every face I Thames does flow.

Soon spreads the dismal shade Of Mystery over his head And the Catterpiller and fly Feed on the Mystery. . If And Mercy no more could be If all were And mutual Fear brings peace. And spreads his baits with care.SONGS OF EXPERIENCE THE HUMAN ABSTRACT would be no more PITY we did not make somebody Poor. as happy as we. He sits down with holy fears. And waters the ground with tears Then Humility takes its root Underneath his foot. 126 . Till the selfish loves increase: Then Cruelty knits a snare. .

its Raven The Gods his nest has made of the earth and sea Sought thro' Nature to find this Tree. 127 . But their search was all in vain: There grows one in the Human Brain. And the In thickest shade.SONGS OF EXPERIENCE And it Ruddy bears the of Deceit. and sweet to eat fruit .

Bound and weary. I thought best To sulk upon my mother's breast. MY Helpless.SONGS OF EXPERIENCE INFANT SORROW mother groan'd. 128 . Striving against my swadling-bands. Into the dangerous world I leapt. my father wept. Struggling in my father's hands. Like a fiend hid in a cloud. piping loud. naked.

my garden stole When the night had veil'd the pole: In the morning glad I see My foe outstretched beneath the tree. Night and morning with my And I sunned it with smiles. my wrath did end. he knew that it was mine. bore an apple bright my foe beheld it shine. it in fears. And into Till it it . And And grew both day and night.SONGS OF EXPERIENCE A POISON TREE WAS angry with my friend I I I : my wrath. soft deceitful wiles. was angry with my foe I told : told And it I not. 129 . my water'd wrath did grow. And And with tears.

SONGS OF EXPERIENCE A LITTLE BOY LOST loves another as Nor venerates another NOUGHT Nor is it possible to And. Father. little bird picks up crumbs around the door/ The Priest sat And all by and heard the child. Lo! what a fiend is here. admir'd the priestly care. One who sets reason up for judge Of our most holy Mystery/ ' 130 . And ' standing on the altar high. how can Or any I of my I : love you brothers more? love you like the That so. In trembling zeal he seiz'd his hair: He led him by his little coat. Thought A greater than itself to know ' itself. 'said he.

And bound him in an iron chain . Are such things : done on Albion's shore ? 131 . They strip'd him to his little shirt. The weeping parents wept in vain. Where many had been burn'd before The weeping parents wept in vain.SONGS OF EXPERIENCE The weeping child could not be heard. And burn'd him in a holy place.

sweet Love. Fiird with softest care. Strangers came not near. And the maiden soon forgot her fear.SONGS OF EXPERIENCE A LITTLE GIRL LOST Children of the Future Age. Know that in a former time. was thought a crime the of Gold. Parents were afar. IN Age Youth and maiden bright To the holy Naked light. Love. 132 ! . Met in garden bright Where the holy light the curtains of the night. On the grass they play . Had just remov'd There. in rising day. Once a youthful pair. in the sunny beams delight. Free from winter's cold. Reading this indignant page.

Like the holy book. the dismal care. And the weary tired wanderers weep. To her father white Came the maiden bright .SONGS OF EXPERIENCE Tired with kisses They agree to sweet. ! O O ! ! ! That shakes the blossoms of my hoary hair ! 133 . But his loving look. meet When the silent sleep Waves o'er heaven's deep. All her tender limbs with terror shook. Ona To thy ' pale and weak father speak: the trembling fear.

Didst close my Tongue in senseless And me to Mortal Life betray. Eyes. didst mould Heart. and Ears. To rise from Generation free Then what have I to do with thee ? is : The Sexes sprung from Shame and Pride. Thou. cruelty with false self-deceiving tears my With And Didst bind my my Nostrils. Mother of Mortal part. . . Blow'd in the morn in evening died But Mercy chang'd Death into Sleep The Sexes rose to work and weep. . . The Death of Jesus set me free: Then what have to do with thee I 134 ? clay.SONGS OF EXPERIENCE TO TIRZAH WH ATE'ER born of Mortal Birth Must be consumed with the Earth.

I Worn thro* with the dreary shower. O ! what sweet company. then at times I drooping sit. when fears annoy. But to O it ! horn. But droop his tender wing.SONGS OF EXPERIENCE THE SCHOOLBOY LOVE to rise in a summer morn I When the birds sing on every tree. And forget his youthful spring ? 135 . little ones spend the day . The distant huntsman winds his And the skylark sings with me. Nor sit in learning's bower. How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child. go summer morn. Nor in my book can take delight. And spend many an anxious hour. away to school in a drives all joy cruel eye outworn. Under a The In sighing Ah ! and dismay.

By sorrow and care's dismay. if buds are nip'd And blossoms blown away. And if the tender plants are strip'd Of their joy in the springing day. . When the 136 blasts of winter appear ? destroy. How shall the summer arise in joy.SONGS OF EXPERIENCE O ! father and mother. Or the summer fruits appear ? Or how shall we gather what griefs Or bless the mellowing year.

when they should be led. and clouds of reason. Dark disputes and artful teazing. come hither. How many have fallen there They stumble all night over bones of the dead. Image of truth new-born. 137 . an endless maze. And wish to lead others. Tangled roots perplex her ways. JL And see the opening morn. Folly is ! And feel they know not what but care. Doubt is fled.SONGS OF EXPERIENCE THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD "Y7"OUTH of delight.




141 . Trembling. ! Soon as she was gone from me. cold. Ah she doth depart. Silently. invisibly. Silently. be For the gentle wind does move that never told can . invisibly: He took her with a sigh. in ghastly fears. NEVER SEEK TO TELL THY LOVE seek to Love NEVER tell thy love.EARLIER POEMS FROM THE ROSSETTI MS. . my love. A traveller came by. told my my heart I told I told her all I love.

they were beguil'd. Weeping. heard among the rushes dank Weeping. and compel'd to be chaste. and thorns of the waste. . Then went I heath and the wild. to the To the thistles And they told me how Driven 142 out. lay sleeping.EARLIER POEMS FROM I ME DOWN UPON A BANK LAID LAID me down upon a I Where Love I bank.

the golden hinges tore.THE ROSSETTI I MS. Set with pearls and rubies bright. mourning. I saw a Serpent rise between The white pillars of the door. And laid me down among the swine. All his shining length he drew. And along the pavement sweet. worshipping. without. Till upon the altar white Vomiting his poison out On the Bread and on the Wine. So I turn'd into a sty. Weeping. 143 . SAW A CHAPEL ALL OF GOLD SAW a Chapel I all That none did dare of gold to enter And many weeping stood in. And he forc'd and forc'd and forc'd Down .

And still as a maid Enjoy'd the lady. went An Angel came He wink'd at the thief. I ask'd a lithe lady to lie her Holy and meek. 144 down : . she As soon as I cries.EARLIER POEMS FROM A THIEF ASKED a thief to steal me a peach: I He turned up his eyes. And without one word said Had a peach from the tree. And smil'd at the dame : .

as happy as we/ were his curse And the sun went down. Till the sun went down.] 145 . HEARD AN ANGEL SINGING HEARD an Angel singing I When the day was springing ' Mercy. Misery's increase Mercy. And I haycocks looked brown.THE ROSSETTI I MS. [Down pour'd the heavy rain Over the new reap'd And Is grain. And If all At Pity no more could be. Is Pity. : Peace the world's release/ Thus he sang all day Over the new-mown hay. Peace. the heavens gave a frown. Pity. heard a Devil curse the heath and the furze: Mercy could be no more Over ' If ' there was nobody poor.

SLEEP! Dreaming o'er the joys of night. Sleep Sleep Little sorrows ! ! Sweet Babe. From thy cheek and from thy eye. in sit thy sleep and weep. O the cunning wiles that creep In thy little heart asleep. As thy softest limbs I feel. Soft desires I Little pretty infant wiles. Smiles as of the morning steal O'er thy cheek. When thy little heart does wake ! Then the dreadful lightnings break.EARLIER POEMS FROM A CRADLE SONG Sleep! beauty bright. Secret joys and secret smiles. and o'er thy breast Where thy little heart does rest. O'er the youthful harvests nigh. . in thy face can trace. Infant wiles and infant smiles Heaven and Earth 146 of peace beguiles.

For possess'd of Day.THE ROSSETTI SILENT. Nor with sorrows meet? But an honest joy Does itself destroy For a harlot coy. SILENT silent MS. Quench the holy light Of thy torches bright. SILENT. Why should joys be sweet Used with deceit. Thousand spirits stray That sweet joys betray. 147 . NIGHT Night.

But a blossom fair or true Was not found on any tree For all blossoms grew and grew . false. And my wind it never blew. Fruitless.EARLIER POEMS FROM I FEAR'D THE FURY OF MY WIND the fury of my wind IFEAR'D Would blight all blossoms fair and true And my sun it shin'd and shin'd. tho' fair to see. 148 .

And I sooth'd day after day. 149 . my father's hands. Seeking only for delight. piping loud. Struggling in Bound and weary. dangerous world I leapt. my father wept. naked. MY Into the Helpless. I thought best To sulk upon my mother's breast. When saw that rage was vain. I Till . INFANT SORROW mother groan'd. Turning many a trick and wile I began to soothe and smile.THE ROSSETTI MS. the ground I stray upon And I smil'd night after night. And to sulk would nothing gain. Like a fiend hid in a cloud. Striving against my swadling-bands.

a Myrtle-tree Stretch'd its blossoms out to me. And saw I . In his hands a holy book. But a Priest with holy look. Stain'd the roots my . Pronounced curses on his head Who the fruits or blossoms shed. : Like a serpent in the day Underneath my vines he lay: Like a serpent in the night He So embraced I my Myrtle bright. beheld the Priest by night He embraced my Myrtle bright I beheld the Priest by day. and his gore Myrtle bore But the time of youth is fled. And grey hairs are on my head. Where beneath my vines he lay.EARLIER POEMS FROM before me shine Clusters of the wand'ring vine And. . I . beyond. smote him.

but I go to be free : ! . The Ohio shall wash his stains from me I was born a slave. Or Or the cheating waves of chartered streams.THE ROSSETTI MS. Tho' his waters bathed my infant limbs. shrink at the little blasts of fear That the hireling blows into my ear ? Tho' born on the cheating banks of Thames. WHY SHOULD CARE FOR THE MEN I OF THAMES WHY should I care for the men of Thames.

live in I cast turn it it it merrily? on the sand into fruitful land ? For on no other ground Can I sow my seed. 152 .EARLIER POEMS FROM THOU HAST A LAP FULL OF SEED THOU And Why And Shall And hast a lap full of seed. Without tearing up Some stinking weed. this is a fine country. dost thou not cast thy seed.

THE ROSSETTI MS. TO MY MYRTLE a lovely Myrtle bound. free love.] . Blossoms show'ring all around. TO O how sick and weary Underneath Why should O my lovely my I I Myrtle be bound lie ! to thee Myrtle-tree ? [Love. cannot be bound To any tree that grows on ground.

Father of Jealousy? dost thou hide thyself in clouds From every Why art thou silent searching eye ? darkness and obscurity In all thy words and laws.EARLIER POEMS FROM TO NOBODADDY WHY Why and invisible. That none dare eat the fruit but from The wily Serpent's jaws? Or is it because Secresy gains females' loud applause? .

. ARE NOT THE JOYS OF MORNING SWEETER RE not the joys of morning sweeter han the joys of night? And are the vigorous joys of youth of the light? Ashamed Let age and sickness silent rob The vineyards in the night But those who burn with vigorous youth Pluck fruits before the light. .THE ROSSETTI MS.

As rosy as morn. I murmur 'd my fears And ' I felt delight. heard a Wild Flower Singing a song.EARLIER POEMS FROM THE WILD FLOWER'S SONG S I wander'd the forest. But I met with scorn/ . To seek for new Joy. The green leaves among. I I slept in the Earth In the silent night. In the morning I went.

THE ROSSETTI MS. 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. DAY THE sun arises in the East.

leap'd from the spray . 'Tis the marriage-ring Makes each fairy a king/ So a Fairy sung. Let him laugh. caught. . If the step of a foot Smites the heart to If its root.EARLIER POEMS FROM THE FAIRY COME My my hither. a tear or a smile Will a man beguile. He's For my Butterfly. If an amorous delay Clouds a sunshiny day. little Sparrows. I've pull'd out the sting Of the marriage-ring. let him cry. be taught. arrows. From the leaves He To flee away But in my hat He soon shall I sprung.

MOTTO TO THE SONGS OF INNOCENCE AND OF EXPERIENCE And THE Good are attracted by Men's perceptions.THE ROSSETTI MS. Till And And And And then the Knave begins to snarl. Experience teaches them to catch And to cage the Fairies and Elves. the Eagle is known from the Owl. 159 . think not for themselves . the Hypocrite to howl. all his good Friends show their private ends.

Fayette beheld the Queen to smile And wink her lovely eye And soon he saw the Pestilence . . And a great many suckers grow all around. From 160 street to street to fly.EARLIER POEMS FROM [LAFAYETTE] ' JET the Brothels of Paris be opened -L-/With many an alluring dance. both fife and drum. . And soon he saw the Famine rage About the fruitful land. And the Famine shall eat both crust and crumb/ As soon as : ' The Queen of France just touch'd this globe. ! The King awoke on his couch of gold. He saw him sign his hand. ' To awake the physicians thro* the city Said the beautiful Queen of France. he heard these tidings told Arise and come. Fayette beside King Lewis stood. And the Pestilence darted from her robe But our good Queen quite grows to the ground.

But mute Fayette wept tear for tear.THE ROSSETTI MS. Fayette. Who will exchange his own fireside For the stone of another's door ? Who will exchange his wheaten loaf For the links of a dungeon-floor ? O who would smile on the wintry seas And pity the stormy roar ? Or who will exchange his new-born child For the dog at the wintry door ? 161 . Fayette. thou'rt bought and sold And sold is thy happy morrow Thou gavest the tears of Pity away . In exchange for the tears of Sorrow. And guarded them around. Fayette beheld the King and In curses and iron bound Queen .

' ! fell And ' worm : O ! How much by us contemn'd. gilded. Disgracer of the female form. thus in tears did soft reply Fairies' lord Knowest thou not. he upon my thigh. abhorr'd. rings. necklaces. Thou paltry.EARLIER POEMS FROM THE ROSSETTI A FAIRY I leapt upon my knee Singing and dancing merrily said. Whatever hides the female form That cannot bear the mortal storm ? Therefore Our we in pity still give lives to make the female live And what would . turn into disease We turn to what will joy and please/ 162 MS. . Pins. poisonous Weeping. and such-like things. . 'Thou thing of patches.



. and the soldier peace. priest II \n Answer to the Parson WHY of the sheep do you not learn peace Because I don't want you to shear my ? fleece.GNOMIC VERSES I TPHEY said this mystery never shall cease: r A The promotes war.

Lawless. Deceit to secresy confin'd. And breaks all chains from every mind. To anything but interest blind. . wing'd and unconfin'd. Lawful. THERE souls of men are bought and sold. 166 led. And milk-fed Infancy for gold And Youth to slaughter-houses And Beauty. to joy inclined. IV LOVE to faults Always is is always blind. . cautious and refin'd. my boy.GNOMIC VERSES III Lacedaemonian Instruction COME hither. A fool tangled in a religious snare. tell me what thou seest there. And forges fetters for the mind. for a bit of bread.

But Desire Gratified Plants fruits of life and beauty there.GNOMIC VERSES VI Soft Snow I WALKED abroad on a snowy day: with me to play: She play'd and she melted in all her prime. I ask'd the soft Snow VII ABSTINENCE sows sand all over The ruddy limbs and flaming hair. And the Winter call'd it a dreadful crime. 167 .

cannot find The undaunted courage of a Virgin Mind For early I in love was crost. And wish that had been a Whore. But if X AN Old Maid early ere Aught I knew me grew but the love that on . tears of repentance you'll certainly wipe. IX IF you trap the The moment before it's ripe. once you let the ripe moment go. . You can never wipe off the tears of woe.GNOMIC VERSES VIII Merlin's Prophecy THE harvest shall flourish in wintry weather When two Virginities meet together: The King and the Priest must be tied in a tether Before two Virgins can meet together. I O ! I cannot. And now I'm cover'd o'er and o'er. 168 . Before my flower of love was lost.

169 . But Pity stands before the door. XII O LAPWING Nor ! thou fliest around the heath. spread beneath.GNOMIC VERSES XI THE sword sung on the barren heath. seest the net that is Why XIII TERROR in the house does roar. : But could not make the sickle yield. dost thou not fly among the corn fields ? They cannot spread nets where a harvest yields. The sickle in the fruitful field The sword he sung a song of death.

SOFT deceit and idleness. But he who kisses the Joy as Lives in Eternity's sunrise. it flies THE look of love alarms. . But the look of soft deceit Shall win the lover's hire. These are Beauty's sweetest 170 dress.GNOMIC VERSES XIV SEVERAL QUESTIONS ANSWERED i Eternity HE who bends to himself a Joy Doth the winged life destroy. Because it's fill'd with fire.

171 . Remove away that marriage hearse. An ancient ? Proverb REMOVE away that black'ning church. Remove away that man of blood You'll quite remove the ancient curse.GNOMIC VERSES WHAT is it men in women do require? The lineaments of Gratified Desire. What is it women do in men require The lineaments of Gratified Desire.

and take the wall. If XVII IF O I ! e'er grow to Man's give to May I Have 172 me a estate. Nor the Secret hoard up in his treasury. govern all. Woman's fate. The rubies and pearls of a loving eye. the last word. both great and small. The Indolent never can bring to the mart. I should suspect that I worship'd the Devil I thank'd my God for worldly things. XVI SINCE all the Riches of this world May be gifts from the Devil and earthly kings. .GNOMIC VERSES XV Riches THE countless gold of a merry heart.

for ease from Heaven. Said * XIX . And is made up of contradiction. love without the help of anything on earth. GROWN old in love from seven I oft seven times seven. have wish'd for Hell. 173 .GNOMIC VERSES XVIII THE Angel that presided o'er my birth Little creature. form'd of Joy and Mirth.' Go. till XX DO what you will this life's a fiction. XXI GREAT things are done when Men and Mountains meet This is not done by jostling in the street.

yourself. neck to the Cross: ye all have power over XXI V' Thel's Motto DOES the Eagle know what is in the Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod. XXIII NAIL his Nail his neck to the Cross: nail it with a nail. and see how you would do. Or Love in a golden bowl ? 174 pit.GNOMIC VERSES XXII To God IF you have form'd a Circle to go Go into it into. his tail. .

Thou shalt never have peace within thy breast. Sorrows weep not. 175 . XXVI [From 'The Four Zoas'] TILL thoudost conquer the distrest.GNOMIC VERSES XXV [Proverbs of Hell] PRAYERS plow Joys laugh not: not: Praises reap not.




seeing such visions. The American War began before my face all its . THESE BLESS LINES: O Father of Heaven and Earth that 1 ever I saw Flaxman's face Angels stand round my spirit in Heaven the blessed of thee. terrors the Heavens above. Ezra came with Isaiah the Prophet. And my Angels have I 179 . told me that. tion commenc'd in thick clouds. When Flaxman was taken to Italy. Heaven are my friends upon Earth. ! : . but riper years Paracelsus and appear 'd in gave me his hand Shakespeare in . Behmen appear 'd to me . But by my conjunction with Flaxman.POEMS FROM LETTERS TO MY DEAREST FRIEND. Fuseli was given to me for a season And now Flaxman hath given me Hayley. could not subsist on the Earth. to be mine such my lot upon Earth! Now my lot in the Heavens is this: Milton lov'd me in childhood and show'd me his face . . JOHN FLAXMAN. his friend. who knows to forgive nervous fear. dark horrors pass'd Across the Atlantic to France then the French Revolu.

the blossom of hope for a sweet decoy. for Heaven is there. or all that you may. at his 180 . The Ladder of Angels descends thro' the air On the turret its spiral does softly descend. You stand in the village and look up to Heaven. at my cot it does end. The bread Feed And of sweet thought and the wine of delight the village of Felpham by day and by night. ANNA FLAXMAN song to the flower of Flaxman's joy. The precious stones glitter on flights seventy-seven And my brother is there.POEMS FROM LETTERS TO MY DEAR FRIEND. own door the bless'd Hermit does stand. and my friend and thine . To THIS Do all that you can. Thro* the village then winds. Away to sweet Felpham. MRS. Descend and ascend with the bread and the wine. Dispensing unceasing to all the wide land. . To entice him to Felpham and far away.

amazed .POEMS FROM LETTERS [TO THOMAS BUTTS] my TO My On Friend Butts I write first Vision of Light. Astonish'd. Away from all care . over land. My eyes did expand Into regions of air. ill . Amaz'd and I in fear each particle gazed. Into regions of fire. the yellow sands sitting. Remote from desire. streams. The Sun was emitting His glorious beams From Heaven's high Over sea. The Jewels of Light Distinct shone and clear. The Light of the Morning Heaven's mountains adorning: In particles bright.

and star. meteor. Are Men seen I sea. afar/ stood in the streams Of Heaven's bright beams. We like Infants descend Shadows on earth. earth. My eyes. Each rock and each hill. And saw Felpham sweet Beneath my bright feet. In our Like a sea without shore. In soft And My in Female charms. For they beckon'd to me. Remote by the sea.POEMS FROM LETTERS For each was a Man Human-form'd. her arms knew. Each herb and each tree. Saying: Each grain ' of sand. more and more. and Cloud. Mountain. Like a weak mortal birth. And my sister. and friend. Swift I ran. hill. Each fountain and rill. fair Shadow I And my wife's Shadow too. Every stone on the land. 182 .

and deep gulph. Heavenly Men beaming Appeared as One Man. 'This is My fold. smil'd. Soft consumed in delight. On the mountains around The Of roarings resound the lion and wolf. I O Who awakest from sleep On the sides of the deep. In His bosom sun-bright In His I remained. These are guards of fold. And heard His voice mild.POEMS FROM LETTERS Continue expanding. The Heavens commanding. thou Ram horn'd with gold My ' ! And 1 the voice faded mild remained as a Child : . Saying: thou Ram horn'd with gold. The loud sea. My limbs to infold beams of bright gold Like dross purg'd away All my mire and my clay. 183 . Soft He . Who complacent began bright. Till the Jewels of Light.

POEMS FROM LETTERS ever had known Before me bright shone I saw you and your wife All By I the fountains of life. 184 : . Such the Vision to me Appear 'd on the sea.

.POEMS FROM LETTERS TO MRS. and behold Your Harvest springing to Eternal Life. and happy wife! . BUTTS of the Friend of those Receive WIFE this tribute I most revere. Parent of youthful minds. from a harp sincere Go on in virtuous seed-sowing on mould Of Human Vegetation.

they drop their tears. And a mild Sun that mounts and sings . And God Himself in the passing hours. they appear upon my path. And my Brother John. With Silver Angels across my way. Notwithstanding my terrible wrath . fill'd full of fears Fill'd full 186 . With And trees little and devils fields full of who Fairy Elves. With my Father hovering upon the wind. the evil one. they intreat. . In a black cloud making his moan Tho* dead. fight for themselves Rememb'ring the verses that Hayley sung When my heart knock'd against the root of my tongueWith Angels planted in hawthorn bowers. And Golden Demons that none can stay. And my Brother Robert just behind.POEMS FROM LETTERS [TO WITH THOMAS BUTTS] Happiness stretch'd across the hills In a cloud that dewy sweetness distills With a blue sky spread over with wings. - They beg. of hopes.

And broke him up from his delving root. Because thou backward dost return. 'If ' Thou art . And here is Enitharmon's bower. Shall bring thy Wife upon a bier. a Thistle across my way. old age. envy. With my outward. And a double vision is always with me. to endless woe betray 'd For here does Theotormon lower. A frowning Thistle implores my stay. Pouring disconsolate from behind To drive them off. And Butts shall give what Fuseli gave. With my inward eye. thou goest back/ the Thistle said. For double the vision my eyes do see. A dark black rock and a gloomy cave/ I struck the Thistle with my foot. 'Must the duties of life each other cross? Must every joy be dung and dross ? Must my dear Butts feel cold neglect 187 . and fear.POEMS FROM LETTERS With a thousand Angels upon the wind. Poverty. And Los the Terrible thus hath sworn. 'tis an Old Man grey. and before my way What to others a trifle appears Fills me full of smiles or tears.

And all my friends be with doubts beguil'd ? Must my Wife live in my Sister's bane. and struck in my wrath The Old Man weltering upon my path.' . in my double sight 'Twas outward a Sun. Then Los appeared in all his power I : In the Sun he appear'd. My Wife has no indulgence given Except what comes to her from Heaven. I My mind Thy 188 is not with thy light array 'd. And his dismal terrors make me afraid/ So spoke. descending before My face in fierce flames. Nor yet the Space that do see. Or my Sister survive on my Love's pain ? The curses of Los. inward Los in his might. the terrible Shade. * We eat little. we drink less. Another Sun feeds our life's streams. Thou measurest not the Time to me. My hands are labour'd day and night. We are not warmed with thy beams. terrors shall not make me afraid. This Earth breeds not our happiness.POEMS FROM LETTERS Because I give Hayley his due respect? Must Flaxman look upon me as wild. And ease comes never in my sight.

My brothers and father march before . The Moon. that glow'd remote below. My arrows glow in their golden sheaves. threefold in soft Beulah's night. f Tis fourfold in And And my supreme delight. and sickness. every Soul of men on the earth Felt affliction. The Sun stood trembling in heaven. and dearth. and Newton's sleep ! 189 . The heavens drop Now And with human gore. My bowstring fierce with ardour breathes. Became And leprous and white as snow. Los flam'd in my path.POEMS FROM LETTERS When I had my defiance given. May God us keep From single vision. and sorrow. twofold always. I a fourfold vision see. a fourfold vision is given to me . and the Sun was hot With the Bows of my mind and the Arrows of thought.

when meek I'm despis'd. and dead is my Fame. And the pen is my terror. I offend. . each one starts. the pencil my shame All my Talents bury. . Then I'm silent and passive. and lose every Friend. O! Then my verse I I dishonour. I I am either too low. When 190 .POEMS FROM LETTERS [TO WHY was THOMAS BUTTS] born with a different face? Why was I not born like the rest of my race? When I look. My person degrade. or too highly priz'd elate I'm envied. my pictures despise. and my temper chastise. when I speak.



For it the heart's deep core sticks in the deep backbone sticks in And it And no . That betwixt the Cradle and Grave It only once smil'd can be . when it once is smil'd. And there is a Frown of Frowns Which you strive to forget in vain. And there is a smile of Deceit. There's an end to all Misery. is THERE And there is a frown of Hate.THE PICKERING MS. And there is a frown of Disdain. But only one Smile alone. 193 . And. And there is a Smile of Smiles In which these two smiles meet. smile that ever was smil'd. THE SMILE a smile of Love.

When they saw my tears. As on downy pinions soft. 194 . The one was cloth'd in Flames of Fire.THE PICKERING MS. and tears for ever flow. whither away? * woe Alas for ! alas for woe ' ! They cry. The other cloth'd in Tears and Sighs Dazzling bright before my eyes. And in tears cloth'd night and day Melted all my soul away. Bore the Golden Net aloft. young man. They bore a Net of golden twine To hang upon the branches fine. The other cloth'd in Iron Wire. THE GOLDEN NET Virgins at the break of day: THREE Whither. a smile That did Heaven itself beguile. Pitying I To be consumed in burning fires And in ungratified desires. wept to see the woe That Love and Beauty undergo.

Underneath the net I stray. Now intreating Burning Fire.THE PICKERING MS. Now intreating Iron Wire. Over the Morning of my day. Now intreating Tears and Sighs O ! when will the Morning rise? 195 .

ITRAVEL'D A Land of Men and Women too. Just as And if the Babe He's given to a is born a Boy Woman Old. THE MENTAL TRAVELLER thro' a Land of Men. She binds iron thorns around his head. To make it feel both cold and heat. And heard and saw such dreadful things As cold Earth-wanderers never knew.THE PICKERING MS. Catches his shrieks in cups of gold. She cuts his heart out at his side. She pierces both his hands and feet. Who nails him down upon a rock. we reap in joy the fruit Which we in bitter tears did sow. For there the Babe is born in joy That was begotten in dire woe. 196 .

Just as a Husbandman his mould. Full filled all with gems and gold Which he by industry had got. countless gold of the aking heart. Then he rends up his manacles. martyr's groan and the lover's sigh. An Aged Shadow. Till And He binds her down for his delight. plants himself in all her nerves. And she becomes his dwelling-place And Garden fruitful seventy-fold.THE PICKERING MS. And The The The these are the gems of the Human Soul. And she becomes a Virgin bright. soon he fades. rubies and pearls of a love-sick eye. he becomes a bleeding Youth. And she grows young he grows as old. as a miser counts his gold. Just She lives upon his shrieks and cries. Her fingers number every nerve. Wandering round an earthly cot. 197 .

or rich or poor. sore Until he can a Maiden win. their eternal joy. roofs and walls to ring. If A Beggar at another's door. And she is all of solid fire And gems and gold. He wanders weeping far away. some other take him in Oft blind and age-bent. Beggar and the Poor the wayfaring Traveller They He are MS. They soon drive out the aged Host. They make the Till from the fire on the hearth A little Female Babe does spring.THE PICKERING meat. . young or old. that none Dares stretch Or wrap her his hand her Baby form. swadling-band. they are his drink. his feeds the And : For ever open His grief is is his door. Until 198 . to touch in his But she comes to the Man she loves. distrest.

And And nothing left to eat or drink. Guests are scattered thro* the land. For the eye altering alters all . The Stars. . The . A desart vast without a bound. Moon.THE PICKERING MS. The And senses roll themselves in fear. all shrink away. a dark desart all around. The Poor Man takes her in his arms The Cottage fades before his sight. And to allay his freezing Age. The wild game of her roving eye. as he . 199 . Does him to Infancy beguile For eats and drinks he grows Younger and younger every day And on the desart wild they both Wander in terror and dismay. the flat Earth becomes a Ball. The Garden and its lovely charms. The bread and wine of her sweet smile. Sun. The honey of her Infant lips.

Her fear plants many a thicket wild While he pursues her night and day. away. The trees bring forth sweet extasy To all who in the desart roam . Where roam Till he becomes a wayward Babe. The Sun and Stars are nearer roll'd . By various arts of love and hate. many a City there is built. And she a weeping Woman Old. By various arts of love beguil'd . Then many a Lover wanders here.THE PICKERING Like the wild stag she flees MS. the lion. wolf. wide desart planted o'er Till the With labyrinths of wayward love. And many a pleasant Shepherd's home. Till But when they Terror find the frowning Babe. . wide the Babe is born strikes thro' the region They cry The Babe And flee away on every * ! 200 side. and boar. : * ! .

Except it She nails him down upon the rock. For who dare touch the frowning form. howling tree does shed flee. its fruit. His arm is wither'd to Lions. And all is done as I have told. can touch that frowning form. be a Woman Old. wolves. And every And none its all root. boars.THE PICKERING MS. 201 .

and what are saw my Mother there. again return?' also by pleasant streams Have wander'd all night in the Land of Dreams. O! when its I I delight. what land What are Father its ! I Among the ' is the of Dreams ? mountains. THE LAND OF DREAMS awake. O Father what do we here In this Land of unbelief and fear ? The Land of Dreams is better far. Thou wast AVAKE. by waters Lillies Among the Land lambs. Above 202 ! the light of the Morning Star/ . Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep? Awake! * thy Father does thee keep. clothed in white. * Father. I could not get to the other side. shall Dear Child.THE PICKERING MS. She walk'd with her Thomas in sweet 1 wept for joy. like a dove I mourn. my little Boy! Mother's thy only joy. But tho' calm and warm the waters wide. O. streams ? fair.

And these are the words upon every tongue : 'An Angel is here from the heavenly climes. She opens her lips 'tis the Month of May/ Mary moves Nor once beauty and conscious delight. In the And And care. Or again does return the golden times. repeated with pleasure the joys of the night. The young men and maidens around her throng. SWEET Came into the ball-room among the fair . Mary. shalt 203 see. morning the But no friend from henceforward thou. . in soft To augment with blushes to own to the rest of the fair That sweet Love and Beauty are worthy our villagers rose with delight. MARY Mary. sweet smiles all the joys of the night.THE PICKERING MS. Her eyes outshine every brilliant ray. the first time she ever was there. Mary arose among friends to be free.

' said the child in the She went out in morning in plain neat attire. I will keep from the ball. when she passed A damp cold came o'er her. street. why was born with a different face ? was I not born like this Envious race ? did Heaven adorn me with bountiful hand. call'd Christian if you raise Envy your merit's to blame For planting such spite in the weak and the tame. by. and roses are blighted and shed. is smooth as a Dove.THE PICKERING Some was proud. and from Envy be free. evening bespatter'd with mire. some said she And some. Love. ' And came home 204 in .' ' I will She went out in morning attir'd plain and neat Proud Mary's gone mad. lillies MS. . call'd her a whore. shut to the door her blushes all fled. then set me down in an Envious land ? I Why Why And 'To be weak And as a Lamb and not to raise Envy. But humble my Beauty. and my eyes shall not shine And if any girl's lover forsakes her for me I'll refuse him my hand. I will not dress fine. . . Her ' O.

. and with eyes of Disdain. She forgot it was night. and she trembled and cried She forgot it was night. sweet Mary. Like foul fiends inhabiting Mary's mild brain She remembers no face like the Human Divine. Her soft With memory imprinted with faces of Scorn. she forgot it was morn. And thine is a face of sweet Love in despair. She trembled and wept. sitting on the bedside.THE PICKERING MS. And thine is a face of wild terror and fear That shall never be quiet till laid on its bier. but thine faces of Scorn . All faces have Envy. 203 . And thine is a face of mild sorrow and care.

lovely. Another Maiden like herself. it opens into a World a little lovely Moony Night. Another Thames and other Hills. form'd of Gold Pearl and Crystal shining bright. within Another England there I saw. THE CRYSTAL CABINET Maiden caught me in the wild. Where I was dancing merrily. Translucent. Another London with its Tower. And another pleasant Surrey Bower. Threefold each in the other clos'd O.THE PICKERING MS. what a pleasant trembling fear 206 ! . shining clear. me up This Cabinet And And And is with a golden key. THE She put And me lock'd into her Cabinet.

what a smile! a Threefold Smile Fill'd me. that like a flame I burn'd I bent to kiss the lovely Maid. O. like a Weeping Babe became And A Weeping Babe upon the wild. I strove to seize the inmost form With ardour fierce and hands of flame.THE PICKERING MS. . And Weeping Woman pale reclin'd. But burst the Crystal Cabinet. And in the outward air again I fill'd with woes the passing wind. And found a Threefold Kiss return'd. 207 .

AUGURIES OF INNOCENCE see a TOAnd Hold And a World a Grain of Sand. for fight . The Game-Cock dipt and arm'd Does the Rising Sun affright. Wild Flower. A Dog starv'd at his Master's gate Predicts the ruin of the State. with Doves and Pigeons Shudders Hell thro* all its regions. Heaven Infinity in in a Eternity in an hour. A Robin Redbreast in a cage Puts all Heaven A dove-house in fill'd a rage. A Cherubim does cease to sing. Each outcry of the hunted Hare A fibre from the Brain does tear. Every Wolfs and Lion's howl Raises from Hell a 208 Human Soul. A Skylark wounded in the wing. in the palm of jour hand.THE PICKERING MS. A Horse misus'd upon the road Calls to Heaven for Human blood.

He who shall hurt the little Wren be belov'd by Men. The Lamb misus'd breeds Public Strife. The wild Deer. The Beggar's Dog and Widow's Feed them. Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly. The Bat that flits at close of eve the Brain that won't believe. The wanton Boy that kills the Fly Shall never Shall feel the Spider's enmity. The Catterpiller on the Leaf Repeats to thee thy Mother's grief. He who shall train the Horse to war Shall never pass the Polar Bar. and thou wilt grow Cat. Has left The Gnat p that sings his Summer's song 209 . fat. The Owl that calls upon the night Speaks the Unbeliever's fright. For the Last judgment draweth nigh. And yet forgives the Butcher's knife.THE PICKERING MS. Keeps the Human Soul from care. wandering here and there. He who torments the Chafer's Sprite Weaves a Bower in endless Night. He who the Ox to wrath has mov'd Shall never be by Woman lov'd.

poison of the Snake and Newt The Is the sweat of Envy's foot. This is caught by Females bright. And The return'd to own delight. . . Tools were made. and born were hands. Every Farmer understands. Thro' the World we safely go. Poison gets from Slander's tongue.THE PICKERING MS. and Are Waves 210 its that beat Roar on Heaven's Shore. Clothing for the Soul divine Under every grief and pine Runs a Joy with silken twine. Bleat. poison of the Honey Bee The Is the Artist's Jealousy. Joy and Woe are woven fine. Every Tear from every Eye Becomes a Babe in Eternity. Bellow. The Babe is more than Swadling-bands. Man was made for Joy and Woe And when this we rightly know. the Bark. It is right it should be so A . A Truth that's told with bad intent Beats all the Lies you can invent. Throughout all these Human lands .

211 . the Miser's Bags. fluttering in air. He who replies to words of Doubt The Doth put the Light of Knowledge out.THE PICKERING MS. He who respects the Infant's Faith Triumphs over Hell and Death. He who doubts from what he sees Will ne'er believe. do what you please. who sits so sly. He who shall teach the Child to doubt The rotting Grave shall ne'er get out. The Child's Toys and the Old Man's Reasons Are the Fruits of the Two Seasons. Beggar's Rags. If the Sun and Moon should doubt. Questioner. The Emmet's Inch and Eagle's Mile Make lame Philosophy to smile. weeps the Rod beneath Writes Revenge in realms of Death. The Babe that He who mocks the Infant's Faith Shall be mock'd in Age and Death. A Riddle. Is to They'd immediately go The Prince's Robes and Beggar's Rags Are Toadstools on The out. Shall never know how to reply. Doubt a fit Reply. or the Cricket's cry.

Every Night and every Morn Some 212 to Misery are born. One Mite wrung from the Lab'rer's hands Shall buy and sell the Miser's lands. The to strongest Poison ever known from Caesar's Laurel Crown. The Winner's shout. The Whore and Gambler. the Loser's curse.THE PICKERING Does MS. Palsied strikes the Summer's Sun. The Harlot's cry from street to street Shall weave Old England's winding-sheet. build that Nation's Fate. To be in a Passion you Good may do. The Poor Man's Farthing is worth more Than all the Gold on Afric's shore. Does that whole Nation sell and buy. But no Good if a Passion is in you. Rags the Heavens tear. Or. if protected from on high. Came Nought can deform the Human Race Like to the Armour's iron brace. arm'd with Sword and Gun. When Gold and Gems adorn the Plow To peaceful Arts shall Envy bow. . Dance before dead England's Hearse. by the State Licensed. The Soldier.

Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight. those poor Souls who dwell in Night. When the Soul slept in to perish in a Night. Beams of Light. Some are born to Endless Night. But does a To those 213 . God To appears.THE PICKERING MS. Human Form display who dwell in Realms of Day. and God is Light. Which was born in a Night. We are led to believe a Lie When we see not thro 1 the Eye. Some are born to Sweet Delight.

And an Angel of Providence at his head. And on his left hand was his Sister Jane. And in the midst a Black. He went not out to the He went not out to the But he came And home Field nor Fold. and three. Village nor Town.THE PICKERING MS. And in the midst the Sick Man on his bed. And wonder if William Bond will die. Black Cloud To drive away the Sick Man's pain. in a Black. took to his bed. Attended by Fairies. two. And on his right hand was Mary Green. And their tears fell thro* the Black. Black Cloud. But the Angels of Providence drove them away. And an Angel of Providence at his feet. And he returned home in Misery. WILLIAM BOND WONDER whether the Girls are mad. and there lay down. one. Black Cloud. I I For assuredly he He went to is very Church in a ill. I And wonder whether they mean to kill. 214 . May morning.

When Mary woke and found her laid On the right hand of her William dear.' And on Mary trembled and Mary chill'd. O William. And the Angels of Providence left the bed. Go and take that other to be thy Wife. And the Sunbeams dazzle from her eyne. Another I love far better than thee. thy head is the cold Moon's shine. And Mary Green shall her Servant be/ ' Yes. On the right hand of his loved bed. And Mary fell down on the right-hand That William Bond and Scarce could recover his Sister Mary floor. The Fairies that fled from William Bond Danced around her Shining Head. 215 . But she is ruddy and bright as day. Mary. Jane more. if thou dost another love.THE PICKERING MS. I do another love. They danced over the Pillow white. Dost another love better than poor Mary. Then what have I to do with thee? ' 'For thou art melancholy pale. And saw her William Bond so near. And Another I will have for my Wife.

he lives in the Moony light! I thought to find Love in the heat of Day.THE PICKERING MS. in the Pity of others' In the gentle relief of another's care. seek Love there ! . Seek Love Woe. In the Darkness of Night In the 216 naked and and the Winter's Snow. outcast. But sweet Love is the Comforter of Night. But O. I thought Love lived in the hot Sunshine.



the hungry craving wind Spectre follows thee behind.LATER POEMS FROM THE ROSSETTI MS. there we weep On My . Thro* the wintry hail and rain. MY SPECTRE AROUND ME NIGHT AND DAY Spectre around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way MY My Emanation . When wilt thou return again ? 'Dost thou not in Pride and Scorn Fill with tempests all my morn. And with Jealousies and Fears Fill my pleasant nights with tears? 219 . Wheresoever thou dost go. 'He scents thy footsteps in the snow. A fathomless and boundless deep. There we wander. far within Weeps incessantly ' for my Sin.

. and them to life renew? When wilt thou return and live When wilt thou pity as forgive?' ' ? I 'O'er my Sins thou sit and moan: Hast thou no Sins of thy own ? O'er my Sins thou sit and weep. all Transgressions great and small. And 220 lull thy own Sins fast asleep. 'Seven more Loves weep night and day Round the tombs where my Loves lay. When wilt thou return and view My Loves.LATER POEMS FROM Seven of my sweet Loves thy Has bereaved of their life. And with cold and shuddering fears. 'And seven more Loves Crown with wine my Pitying and forgiving Thy in my bed mournful head. And seven more Loves attend each night Around my couch with torches bright. * knife Their marble tombs I built with tears.

alone I'll have. thou their slave And my bed becomes their Grave. for Still 'Thro' the Thou Heaven and Earth and Hell never quell: and thou pursue: Night and Morn the flight renew. 'Never. pale. will fly Poor. never worthy be step into Eternity. They thy Harlots. I'll be dead And when thy Grave. . 221 . 'Till And I I root shall To turn from up the Female Love Infernal Grove. pitiable Form That I follow in a storm ' . return: I Victory I burn. thee Living.' I shalt never. Iron tears and groans of lead Bind around my aking head.THE ROSSETTI MS. 'What Transgressions I commit Are for thy Transgressions fit. Never.

Then shall we return and see The worlds of happy Eternity. 'Let us agree to give up Love. to end thy cruel mocks. Annihilate thee on the rocks. As our dear Redeemer said I : This the Wine. And root up the Infernal Grove. And another Form create To be subservient to my Fate. you forgive me.LATER POEMS FROM 'And. and 222 this the Bread/ . ' And throughout all Eternity forgive you.

'tis all in vain! on. Mock on. But still in Israel's paths they shine. Mock on.THE ROSSETTI MOCK ON. MOCK ON. the wind blows it back again. sand becomes a Gem Reflected in the beams divine Blown back they blind the mocking eye. The Atoms of Democritus And Newton's Particles of Light Are sands Where upon the Red Sea shore. Rousseau. VOLTAIRE. ROUSSEAU on. Israel's tents 223 . Mock MOCK You throw And MS. And every . Voltaire. the sand against the wind. do shine so bright.

Voltaire with a racking wheel Schools. . In vain condemning glorious War. Gibbon arose with a And The stood lash of steel. War. 224 side. And thy cell thou shall ever dwell. : Arose with War in iron and gold.LATER POEMS FROM I SAW A MONK OF CHARLEMAINE AW a Monk of Charlemaine ISArise before my sight: I talk'd to the In beams Grey Monk where he of infernal light. His body bent. in clouds of learning roll'd. and bind him in his cell!' The in blood red ran from the Grey Monk's His hands and feet were wounded wide. Rise. 'Thou ' lazy Monk/ they said afar. his arms and knees Like to the roots of ancient trees.

children's cry my soul appalls: mock'd at the rack and griding chain My bent body mocks at their torturing pain. forth. said.THE ROSSETTI 'I ' see. What more The Monk has the merciless Tyrant said?' down on her stony bed. He trembled and shudder'd upon the bed. sat His eye was dry. hollow groan first spoke his woe.' Mother MS. At length with a feeble cry he said: A 'When God commanded In the studious hours of He told me The bane 'My Thy all hand to write deep midnight. that all of this I brother starv'd between two walls. children will die for lack of bread. no tear could flow. Thy With his drew sword in the North thousands strong he is [marched] father his . q 225 . My I the see. I ' . Thy brother has armed himself in steel To revenge the wrongs thy children feel. wrote should prove that on earth I love.

And became a Tyrant in his stead. The Hermit's prayer and the Widow's tear Alone can free the world from fear. the bitter groan of the Martyr's woe an Arrow from the Almighty's Bow. Slaughter heap the bloody plain: Resistance and War is the Tyrant's gain.LATER POEMS FROM * But vain the sword and vain the bow. ' And every wound ' For the Tear And And Is is it has made shall heal. They never can work War's overthrow. shall But the Tear of Love and forgiveness sweet. The hand of Vengeance sought the bed To which the purple Tyrant fled. ' ' Until the Tyrant himself relent. an Intellectual thing. The iron hand crush'd the Tyrant's head. a Sigh is the Sword of an Angel King. The Tyrant who first the black bow bent. And submission to death beneath his feet The tear shall melt the sword of steel.' 226 .

. MORNING TO I find the thro' the Right urge my way Sweet Mercy With I soft Western path. 227 . Exhales on high The Sun is freed from fears. The war of swords and spears. And with soft grateful tears Ascends the sky. Gates of Wrath . leads me on repentant moan: see the break of day.THE ROSSETTI MS. Melted by dewy tears.

She. me Love in VV Tell me Fair One. BIRDS T "X yTHERE thou dwellest. on wings of joy we'll fly To where my bower hangs on high Come. have liv'd Each day And I and mourn'd for thee. Morning drinks And evening He. 228 . what Grove. night hath heard my sorrows loud. my sorrow bear. O my Lover and my Friend! He. and make thy calm retreat Among green leaves and blossoms sweet. Where ! She. thou pride of every field . There I live and mourn for thee. . mourn along the wood. O 1 my winds silent tear. tell thou thy charming nest dost build. Dost thou truly long for me? And am I thus sweet to thee ? Sorrow now is at an end. Yonder stands a lonely tree. thou summer's harmony.LATER POEMS FROM THE He. Come.

Reason says 'Miracle': Newton says 'Doubt.' Aye that's the way to make all Nature out. they are quite two things. For so the Swallow and the Sparrow sings. while in your pleasant dreams don't believe You are asleep YOU Sleep on ! Sleep on Of Reason you may I ! drink of Life's clear streams. YOU DON'T BELIEVE 1 won't attempt to make ye: won't attempt to wake ye.THE ROSSETTI MS. When He said Only believe believe and try Try. doubt. Reason and Newton. try. and never mind the reason why ! ' ' ! ! ' ! 229 . Doubt. and don't believe without experiment' That is the very thing that Jesus meant.

Feed them with the juice of our marrow-bones? And if Bezaleel and Aholiab drew What the finger of God pointed to their view. And Criminals to Sacrifices turn'd. And their Sublime Intent given to their kings. 230 . All the Atonements of Jehovah spurn'd.LATER POEMS FROM IF IT IS it is TRUE WHAT THE PROPHETS WRIT what the Prophets write. Heathen Gods are all stocks and true IFThat the stones. Shall we suffer the Roman and Grecian rods To compell us to worship them as gods? They stole them from the Temple of the Lord And worshiped them that they might make Inspired Art abhor The Wood and Stone were call'd the Holy Things. for the sake of being polite. Shall we.

For a Boy ne'er learns so much Till he is become a Man.THE ROSSETTI MS. his bow. That the whole Is business of his to pick out the life heads of the darts. they both are merry and glad. laugh Then to when we do cry. And wounded with arrowy smarts. the Girl shoots with her eye. And Woman into a Statue And away fled every Joy. a Boy was he ? should have been a Girl. make Cupid a Boy Was surely a Woman's plan. WHY WAS CUPID A BOY was Cupid a Boy. 'Twas the Greeks' love of war Turn'd Love into a Boy. of Stone- 231 . WHY He And why For aught that can I For he shoots with And And And see. And then he's so pierc'd with cares.

LATER POEMS FROM I I ROSE up ' at the dawn Pray'st thou for Riches is the Throne of Said of day ! Away away Mammon grey/ I: took it ? ! ! This. to be the Throne of God. and mental Wealth I've a Wife I love. I've all but Riches bodily. sure. . have mental Joy. am in God's presence night and day. For everything besides It is OF DAY Get thee away! get thee away This I DAWN ROSE UP AT THE only for Riches that I I have: can crave. and mental Health. The Accuser of Sins by my side doth stand. And he holds my money-bag in his hand. mental Friends. and that loves me I And . I 232 . is very odd. And He never turns His face away.

go worse shod I 233 . worldly things God makes him pay. Devil. For my . So. And he'd pay for more if to him I would pray And so you may do the worst you can do Be assur'd. Then if for Riches must not pray. God knows. So. just as God please. Mr.THE ROSSETTI MS. I won't pray to you. says. as a Church is known by its Steeple. and . I I If I pray He I it must be for other people. little of Prayers need say. Mr. if I do not worship shall eat coarser food. don't value such things as these. must do. as You him for a God. Devil.

LATER POEMS FROM THE CAVERNS OF THE GRAVE And THE But now Caverns of the Grave these I I'VE I've seen. Still admir'd by noble minds. shew'd to England's Queen. In my Golden House on high. Follow'd by Envy on the winds. . There they 234 SEEN shine Eternally. Time's troubled Fountains. Time may rage. My Designs unchang'd remain. If she refuse. but rage in vain. For above On the great Atlantic Mountains. I still go on Till the Heavens and Earth are gone. the Caves of Hell Who shall dare to show them to? mighty Soul in Beauty's form Shall dauntless view the infernal storm ? Egremont's Countess can controll The flames of Hell that round me roll. I What Ever in their youthful prime. I view. Re-engrav'd time after time.

And cold and pale the Limbs repos'd. Behold this Gate of Pearl and Gold ! To dedicate to England's Queen The Visions that my Soul has seen. The Soul awakes. sees In her mild Hand the golden Keys: The Grave is Heaven's golden Gate. And rich and poor around it wait. THE QUEEN Door of Death is made of Gold. wond'ring.THE ROSSETTI [TO MS. From the vast regions of the Grave. THE That Mortal Eyes cannot behold . bring What I have borne on solemn Wing. when the Mortal Eyes are clos'd. by Her kind permission. Bowing before my Sov'reign's feet. Before Her Throne my Wings I wave. And. and. But O Shepherdess of England's Fold. The Grave produced these Blossoms sweet In mild repose from Earthly strife The Blossoms of Eternal Life!'] . 235 .




my Sword In England's built sleep in my hand.FROM MILTON ' did those feet in ancient time A4D Walk upon England's mountains green ? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen? And did the Countenance Divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills ? And was Jerusalem builded here Among these dark Satanic Mills? Bring Bring Bring Bring I me me me me my Bow of burning gold my Arrows of desire my Spear O clouds. Jerusalem green and pleasant Land. unfold my Chariot of fire ! ! ! ! ! will not cease Nor shall Till we have from Mental Fight. 239 .

.FROM 'JERUSALEM' To the Public . henceforth shall live 240 in harmc . . Again He speaks in thunder and in fire. of RiADER! And of that God from whom . Who in mysterious Sinai's awful cave To Man the wondrous art of writing gave. Earth. Thunder of Thought and flames of fierce Desire. . of books . Heaven. . . Therefore I print: nor vain my types shall be. Even from the depths of Hell his voice I hear Within the unfathom'd caverns of my Ear. and Hell. Heaven. .

my order'd race have run SUCH As I : is nam'd Liberty Jerusalem Among the Sons of Albion.FROM 'JERUSALEM' II Visions have appear'd to me. 241 .

Ones ran on the fields. . And fair Jerusalem. Pancras and Kentish Town repose Among her golden pillars high.FROM 'JERUSALEM' III To r the Jews I JL ^HE fields from Islington to Marybone. The Jew's-harp House and the Green Man. Her Little . The Ponds where Boys to bathe delight. To Primrose Hill and Saint John's Wood. his Bride. Among her golden arches which Shine upon the starry sky. Shine 242 in Jerusalem's pleasant sight. Were And builded over with pillars of gold there Jerusalem's pillars stood. Among the little meadows green. The Lamb of God among them seen. The fields of Cows by William's farm.

Bride. Should crucify in Satan's Synagogue. Forgiving trespasses and sins. Where And Albion slept beneath the fatal Tree. Standing above that mighty Ruin.FROM 'JERUSALEM' She walks upon our meadows green of God walks by her side The Lamb And every English Child Children of Jesus and his is . groan'd aloud on Tyburn's Brook Albion gave his deadly groan. . with cruel Og. Human Life ? groan'd aloud on London Stone. Lest Babylon. With Moral and Self-righteous Law. And all the Atlantic Mountains shook. They They : 243 . the Druid's golden Knife Rioted in human In Offerings of gore. seen. What are those Golden Builders doing Near mournful ever-weeping Paddington. Where Satan the first victory won .

FROM JERUSALEM ' Albion's Spectre. And He withered up sweet Zion's Hill of the Earth From every Nation He . O 244 ! . . in flames of fire stretch'd his Druid Pillars far. from Lambeth's Vale. On the Euphrates Satan stood. In War and howling. And in He a dark Land gave her birth. from his Loins. wither'd up the Human Form of sacrifice for Sin. Tore forth in all the pomp of War Satan He his name. Jerusalem fell The Rhine was red with human blood The Danube roll'd a purple tide. Down thro* Poplar and Old Bow. But translucent all within. death and woe. wither'd up Jerusalem's Gates. and across the Sea. over Asia stretch'd his pride. laws By Till it became a Mortal Worm. Thro' Maiden.

O Jesus! still the Form was Thine! And Thine the Human Face.FROM 'JERUSALEM' The Still Divine Vision was the still was seen. in weak and mortal clay. Human Form Divine. And is Come Jerusalem to Thy ? my arms. to Thy Fear. and Feet. and Thine The Human Hands. Entering thro* the Gates of Birth. and nevermore but dwell for ever here Depart Create my Spirit to Subdue my Spectre . My Selfhood Satan arm'd in gold In clouds of blood I ! 245 . Art Thou return'd to Albion's Land. passing thro' the Gates of Death. and Breath. here reclaim thee as my own. Weeping. Thy Love. warlike Fiend ! and ruin roll'd. Bride Spectre of Albion ! . And And O Thou Lamb of God whom I ! Slew in my dark self-righteous pride.

FROM 'JERUSALEM' thy soft Family Love. Both heart in heart and hand . Destroying all the World beside? A man's worst Enemies are those Of his own House and Family. my Exchanges Shall walk Mutual shall build Jerusalem. cruel Patriarchal pride Is this Thy . . By his own Law shall surely die ! In every Land and mine in every Land. And he who makes his Law a curse. 246 in hand. Planting thy Family alone.

247 . cast his Spectre into the Lake.FROM 'JERUSALEM ' IV Man is in his Spectre's power E\CH Until the arrival of that hour When And his Humanity awake.

His body bent.FROM JERUSALEM' To the Deists AW a Monk of Charlemaine ISArise before my sight: I talk'd In with the Grey beams of infernal Gibbon arose with a And The ' stood light. . ' lazy Monk they sound afar. and bind him The . War. ever dwell : ' in his cell ! blood red ran from the Grey Monk's His hands and feet were wounded wide. . Arose with * Monk as we War in iron and gold. In vain condemning glorious Thou And ! War in cell shall your you Rise. Voltaire with a racking wheel Schools. lash of steel. his arms and knees Like to the roots of ancient trees. 248 side. in clouds of learning roll'd.

is 249 .FROM JERUSALEM When Satan first the And the Moral Law black bow ' bent from the Gospel rent. For a Tear an Intellectual thing. And a Sigh is the Sword of an Angel King And the bitter groan of a Martyr's woe Is an Arrow from the Almighty's Bow. He Titus! Constantine! Charlemaine! O Voltaire Rousseau Gibbon vain Your Grecian Mocks and Roman Sword Against this image of his Lord ! ! ! . forg'd the Law into a Sword. And spill'd the blood of Mercy's Lord.

it It will lead you in at Heaven's gate.FROM 'JERUSALEM' VI To the Christians GIVE you the end of a golden string I Only wind into a ball. 250 . Built in Jerusalem's wall. .

and London's towers Receive the Lamb In England's green and pleasant bowers. Thy hills And now Our the time returns again: souls exult.FROM 'JERUSALEM' VII To the Christians awake! awake! awake! ENGLAND! Jerusalem thy Sister calls ! Why And wilt thou sleep the sleep of death. close her from thy ancient walls? and valleys felt her feet Gently upon their bosoms move: Thy Gates beheld sweet Zion's ways. of God to dwell 251 . Then was a time of joy and love.

. if you on Earth forgive shall not find where to live.FROM 'JERUSALEM' VIII Especially to the Female Heaven IN Is But You 2.52 the only Art of Living Forgetting and Forgiving.



Generous to Enemies promotes their ends. know. for their Friendship I may make amends. . If you are benevolent you will never win. I profess not My Generosity I That Generosity to a Foe. before you begin. is to my Friends. The And becomes the Enemy and Betrayer of his Friends. But all my limbs with warmth glow: I find them the Errors of the Foe.ON FRIENDS AND FOES I AM no Homer's Hero you all know. II ANGER and Wrath my bosom rends: I thought them the Errors of Friends. Ill IFyouplayaGameof Chance.

And when he Hired a could not act upon villain to bereave my wife my life. Who never in his life forgave a Friend. But pecks of poison are not pecks of salt. VII On H[ayle]y's Friendship y finds out what you cannot do. V [On Hayley] TO forgive Enemies H does pretend. WHEN H If you break not your neck. . That is the very thing he'll set you to.EPIGRAMS IV [Of Hayley's OF H birth] 's birth this His Mother on his was the happy lot: Father him begot. 'tis not his fault. VI To H [ay ley] THY Friendship oft has made my heart to ake Do be my Enemy for Friendship's sake.

If XI To I F[laxman] MOCK thee not. thee Blockhead. you are but what you was.57 . till With Thanks and Compliments he and I are quite drawn dry. 2. you think as you speak. 'tis folly to do so To seek to turn a Madman to a Foe. you are an Ass. I by thee but I call am mocked. X To FQaxman] YOU call me Mad. nor by Flaxman title as a lov'd. If you do not. though Thou s call'st me Madman. IX MY Genius thus is prov'd: Not prais'd by Hayley.ON FRIENDS AND FOES VIII On I H[ayleyJ the Pickthank WRITE the Rascal thanks.

Fool to a bolt. Take you the hide and horns which you may wear Mine is the flesh the bones may be your share. a Knave to a glass of gin. 'Tis excellent to turn a thorn to a pin. A XIV To S[tothar]d YOU all your Youth observed the Golden Rule. merry. I . blithe and gay.EPIGRAMS XII To Nancy F[laxman] HOW can I help thy Husband's copying Should that make difference 'twixt Me? me and thee? XIII To I F[laxman] and S[tothard] FOUND them blind: And now they know I taught them how to see. Like to the Lion sporting with his Prey. neither themselves nor me. Till you're at last become the Golden Fool : sport with Fortune.

the Owl. his head wood. The Fox. Was extreme old and most extremely poor He He is : grown old. in Childhood.ON FRIENDS AND FOES XV Cromek I speaks ALWAYS take my judgment from a Fool Because judgment is so very cool Not prejudiced by feelings great or small. and the Bat By sweet reserve and modesty get fat. XVII On Stothard] S . . ! XVI On S[tothard] YOU say reserve and modesty he has. on the nursery floor. and rich. the Beetle. and what he will extreme old. his . Amiable state he cannot feel at all. and his face brass. has . Whose heart is iron. and extreme poor still.

and odds and ends ? Why XIX Mr. Stothard FORTUNE favours the Brave. But Fortune says she gave you no such thing. that is not the way. Stothard to Mr. Cromek to Mr. Turn through the iron gate down Sneaking XX [On Cromek] CR He loves artists as he loves his loves the Art.EPIGRAMS XVIII Mr. But not with Money. but 260 'tis Meat: the art to cheat. Lane. Cromek FOR Fortune's favours you your riches bring. old proverbs say. Turn back! turn back! you travel all in vain. . should you be ungrateful to your friends Sneaking and backbiting.

ON FRIENDS AND FOES XXI On Cromek] A PETTY Sneaking Knave O Mr. XXIII Dn William Haines] THE Sussex men are noted Fools. But to rejoice and triumph in my fall. And weak I i wonder Is is if their brain H pan~- the painter not a Sussex man. I knew ? XXII Dn Phillips] P loved me not as he lov'd his friends For he lov'd them for gain. to serve his ends He loved me. and for no gain at all. . 261 . Cr how do ye do ! .

EPIGRAMS XXIV [On Fuseli] THE only Man that e'er knew Who did not make me almost spew I Was And he was both Turk and Jew dear Christian Friends. XXV [To Hunt] 'MADMAN* I I have been wonder which they envy call'd: 'Fool' thee or they call thee me? XXVI To H[unt] YOU think Fuseli This is not a Great Painter. how do you do ? Fuseli: so. I'm glad. one of the best compliments he ever had. 262 is .

Flaxman.ON FRIENDS AND FOES XXVII On certain Mystics] COSWAY. t'other spits. . Like as a Pedlar bears his weary Pack. But my Soul also would he bear away. heal the sick: he casts out devils. But once. From York all across Scotland to the sea. One grins. He bore the wretched Soul of William Blake ! 263 . . . Not only in his Mouth his it like own Soul lay. Reached all the way from Chichester to York. So Stewhard's Soul he buckled to his back. as seems to me. a warfare against Evils. to associate This Life They is Hayley. and Baldwin of Egypt's Lake Fear with Blake. alas committing a mistake. This was a Man of Men. And all the Virtuous have shown their backsides. and Stothard are also in doubt Lest their Virtue should be put to the rout. XXVIII AND his legs carried a long fork. Frazer. and in corners hides.

Like trembling Hare sits on his weakly paper On which he used to dance and sport and caper. The ears of Billy's Lawyer and Dragoon. in the afternoon. . alackaday He knew both Law and Gospel better than they.EPIGRAMS That he might turn it into eggs of gold But neither back nor mouth those eggs could hold. trembling for the affront. Clap'd Death into the corner of their jaw. Or could from Death Assassinette wake ! ! We thought alas. For how to starve Death we had laid a plot but Death was in the pot. Against his price He made them pay his price. Who with iron hand cufFd. Jack Hemp's parson. The Examiner. And Cur my lawyer. whose very name is Hunt. that That Blake would etch such a thought could be! for him and draw for me. over the fields of corn. That 264 . and Daddy. Call'd And Felpham Billy rode out every morn. And Stewhard's eggs are addled and decay 'd. Yorkshire Jack Hemp and Quibble. His under jaw drop'd as those eggs he laid. blushing daw. For 'twas a kind of bargain Screwmuch made Blake's designs should be by us display'd. Death a Madman. O that I ne'er had seen that William Blake. Horseback with Death. Both went to law with Death to keep our ears on.

knock your head against this stone. sits laughing on their Monuments On which he's written Received the Contents/ But I have writ so sorrowful my thought is * His epitaph .]' 265 . Come. at Blake's Soul took a long leap. Artists. For sorrow that our friend Bob Screwmuch's gone/ * And now I'll the Muses upon also write And I'll my own dear me smile and laugh epitaph. be buried near a dyke That my friends may weep as much as they like: 'Here lies Stewhard the Friend of all [Mankind. live to ! weep out my eyes. 'Twas not a Mouse. for my tears are aquafortis.ON FRIENDS AND FOES Because he makes designs so very cheap. 'Twas Death in a disguise. Then Screwmuch And alas And Death I. He has not left one enemy behind.

whom they to death bother'd? Or angry with Macklin. and the Public Fame. You he's well. FOR this . Do you some Bookseller. I Or poor Schiavonetti. XXX WAS angry with Hayley who us'd me so ill. Prove there is truth in his extravagant claim. Because they did not say O what a beau ye are* ? At a Friend's errors anger show. his wants are prov'd. but waiting till he's sick. Or can I be angry with Felpham's old Mill ? Or angry with Flaxman. you to his help be you not mov'd . by being sick. * 266 . . Mirth at the errors of a Foe. or Boydell. is being a Friend just in the nick. or Bowyer. or Cromek. Not when He calls Until. And 'tis most wicked in a Christian Nation For any man to pretend to Inspiration.EPIGRAMS XXIX . see him spend his Soul in Prophecy: believe it a confounded lie. or Stothard. Till For 'tis atrocious in a Friend you love To tell you anything that he can't prove.

Flaxman and Stothard. Tom Cooke cut Hogarth down with his clean graving: Thousands of connoisseurs with joy ran raving. . Resolv'd to be a very contrary fellow. Thus. Some blush at what others can see no crime in 111 . is And that now I lead my false friends by the nose. write in Verse as soft as Bartoloze.ON FRIENDS AND FOES XXXI HAVING given great offence by writing in Prose. cries 'Milton only plann'd': Every Fool shook his bells throughout the land. Some say I've very much improved by Pope/ given great provision to my foes. in Rhyme. looking up to my umbrella. smelling a sweet savour. 267 . ' ' Cry. Dryden. may put them in mind of their latter ends. But nobody sees any harm in Rhyming. Hayley on his toilette seeing the soap. 'Homer Cries. Cry Blakified drawing spoils painter and engraver While I. looking quite from skumference to center 'No one can finish so high as the original Inventor/ : Thus poor Schiavonetti died A thing that's tied This is That I of the Cromek' around the Examiner's neck ! my sweet apology to my friends.

They ought not. If False friends. when it comes to another's turn. Knowing and feeling that we all have need of butter. . fie fie Our friendship you shan't sever In spite we will be greater friends than ever. To grow sour at what a friend may utter.EPIGRAMS ON FRIENDS AND FOES men will act like a maid smiling over a churn. ! 268 ! .

spends On his whole Fortune a smear. Rubens. So the taught. And II )n the great encouragement given by English Nobility and Gentry to Correggio. a dagger. savage Englishman. Gainsborough. or a cutlass. and Dilbury Doodle AS the ignorant Savage will sell his own Wife For a sword. DuCrow. DEGRADE Hire to paint with cold light and hot shade. leave the best in disgrace. Reynolds.ON ART AND ARTISTS I Advice of the Popes who succeeded first the Arts if the Age of Raphael you'd Mankind degrade. or a squall. or knife . Catalani. with Labours of Ignorance fill every place. And call upon Colonel Wardle To give these Rascals a dose of Caudle! I 269 . Idiots Give high price for the worst. to destroy picture or tune.

and say: 'A Paint-brush/ 'And what is the third?' he'll bow like a rush. he'll reply: 'A Paint-brush/ Perhaps this is all a Painter can want. puffing his cheeks out. But look yonder that house is the house of Rembrandt! IV 'O DEAR Mother Outline! of wisdom most sage. And. replied: 'A great wig/ So if a Great Painter with questions you push. 'What's the first part of Painting?' he'll say: 'A Paint-brush/ 'And what is the second?' with most modest blush. He'll smile like a cherub. Patronage/ ' ' ' 270 . What's the first part of Painting?' She said: 'Patronage/ 'And what is the second. and said. With a leer in his eye. and said: 'Patronage/ And what is the third ? She put off Old Age. to please and engage?' She frowned like a Fury. And smil'd like a Siren.EPIGRAMS III I ASKED my dear friend 'What's the 'And what first is Orator Prig: of part Oratory?' He said: 'A great wig/ the second?' Then. dancing a jig And bowing profoundly. he said: 'A great wig/ 'And what is the third?' Then he snored like a pig.

And this the Princes' golden rule. And Commerce settles on every tree. are born Poor. the Arts grow cold. That Fools have their high finishings. in Courts of Kings. VI THESE are the Idiots' chiefest arts: To blend and not define the parts. But to loose them the Fool makes his foolish game.ON ART AND ARTISTS V [On the Foundation of the Royal Academy] WHEN Nations grow old. 271 . aged sixty-three. The Swallow sings. And the Poor and the Old can live upon For all gold. To make out the parts is the Wise Man's aim. The Laborious Stumble of a Fool.

And yet they are blockheads you all agree Thank God never was sent to school To be fiog'd into following the Style of a Fool. good neighbours Come. every step Being badly nurst. 272 ! . Experiments from last to first/ stumbles as And how high laboured Newton and Bacon cry He is all if ' is ! ' . what Great Labour Pain in Modest Doubt Sir ' ! ' He walks and he crep. VIII YOU say their Pictures well painted be. The Errors of a wise man make your Rule. to walk of me.EPIGRAMS VII THE Cripple And ' says: every step drudges and labours. : ! I Rather than the Perfections of a Fool. learn Joshua in astonishment cries out: See.

murder. X WHEN I I see a Rubens. a hog. Twill make a great splutter with smoke and damp. sudden death. O pray Rather than be such a blind Human Fool I'd be an ass. For there is no use as it seems to me And Of lighting a lamp. you Set to work both Ignorance and Skill. I ! fools I Send battle. Rembrandt. think of the Crippled And then question thus: Are artists' rules To be drawn from the works of two manifest Then God defend us from the Arts say. Like putting oil and water in a lamp. when you don't wish to see. a chair. Harry and Slobbering Joe. Skill to them seems raving and rant. a stool ! ! 273 ? . will For a great multitude are ignorant. Correggio. a worm.ON ART AND ARTISTS IX English Encouragement of Art : Cromek's opinions put into rhyme IF you mean to please Everybody.

And beauteous Forms that Love does wear. Anglus can never see Perfection But in the Journeyman's Labour.EPIGRAMS XI GIVE Or Pensions to the Learned Pig. yet his praise of Flaxman was the smartest. And When he called him the Ornamental Artist. Some look to find out Patches. Paint. 274 . XII [On Reynolds' disappointment at impressions of Raphael] Sir Joshua his first SOME look to see the sweet Outlines. Bracelets and Stays and Powder'd Hair. the Hare playing on a Tabor. But sure such ornaments we well may spare As crooked limbs and lousy heads of hair. calling his the ornamental style. XIII SIR By JOSHUA praised Rubens with a smile.

all the world would Should Michael Angelo praise Sir Joshua say. 275 . 'Tis Christian mildness when Knaves praise a foe But 'twould be Madness. praise a Man for doing what That Man does most despise ? Reynolds lectures exactly so When he praises Michael Angelo. XV CAN there be anything more mean.ON ART AND ARTISTS XIV SIR JOSHUA praises Michael Angelo. Christ us'd the Pharisees in a rougher way. More Than malice in disguise.

EPIGRAMS XVI To the Royal Academy A STRANGE Erratum in all the editions Of Sir Joshua Reynolds' Lectures Should be corrected by the Young Gentlemen And the Royal Academy's Directors. .' Read 'Rembrandt'. for it is fit To make mere common honesty In all that 276 he has writ. * Instead of Michael Angelo.

And needs neither Suckling nor Weaning. in the hand of the simpering fool He put a dirty paper scroll. For Michael Angelo never did sketch. Ang. . . Giotto's Circle or Apelles' Line If Were Nor Nor not the work of Sketchers drunk with wine of the City Clock's running fashion of Sir Isaac Newton's calculation. 'Tis the trading English-Venetian cant To speak Michael Angelo. 277 . . Did 'Sketches by Michael Angelo' write. the paper. The Florentines said: *'Tis a Dutch-English bore. Michael Angelo's name writ on Rembrandt's door.' on Rembrandt's door. .ON ART AND ARTISTS XVII Florentine Ingratitude SIR The And JOSHUA sent his own Portrait to Birthplace of Michael Angelo. to be polite. But you must not bring in your hand a Lie It : will set his you mean that the Florentines should buy.' And on The Florentines call it an English fetch. . Every line of his has Meaning. and act Rembrandt Dutch friends all in a roar To write 'Mich.

And all his Pictures faded. So Reynolds when he came to die. When he is To assuage doom'd his to die. XX A Pitiful Case THE Villain at the Gallows tree. Look there you'll see Sir Joshua's Colouring Look at his Pictures all has taken wing! XIX WHEN Sir Joshua Reynolds died All Nature was degraded The King drop'd a tear into the Queen's ear. To assuage his bitter woe. But advertising in the Newspapers.EPIGRAMS XVIII NO real Style of Colouring ever appears. misery In virtue's praise does cry. . Thus aloud did howl and cry Michael Angelo Michael Angelo : ' 1 ! 278 ! .

That But with no outline that you can descry. ! XXII I. am a Statesman and a Saint. stink in the all Of an hundred journeymen's how d'ye do. He behold the Philosopher's grave was born quite a Fool. painted. Deceptions [both] and so I'll learn to paint. finish'd with labour. XXIII [On the school of Rubens] SWELLED limbs.ON ART AND ARTISTS XXI [On Sir Joshua Reynolds] O READER. but he died quite a Knave. neighbour 279 ? . the pulp-wash'd. nose of a stander-by. RUBENS.

280 is is . And give more money for his slobberings Than you will give for Raphael's finest things. But Raphael thinks a Head. my good And Sir. Rubens thinks Tables. I understood Christ was a Carpenter not a Brewer's Servant. Chairs and Stools are grand. XXV A Pretty Epigram for the encouragement of those Who have paid great sums in the Venetian and Flemish oozi NATURE and Art in this together suit: What most Grand always most Minute. a Foot.EPIGRAMS XXIV To English Connoisseurs YOU must agree that Rubens was a Fool. a Hand. And yet you make him Master of your School.

Put on. Learn the laborious stumble of a Fool. vulgar. But then he strives to blind those who can see. stupid.ON ART AND ARTISTS XXVI RAPHAEL. send jour Children to the Slobbering School XXVII On the Venetian Painter HE makes the Lame to walk. O Venus now thou art . graceful. Quite a Venetian Roman. ignorant His Power of Execution I must grant. low. wise His Executive Power must I despise? Rubens. XXVIII A PAIR of Stays to mend the Shape Of crooked Humpy Woman. majestic. 281 ! . we all agree. sublime. And from an Idiot's action form my rule ? Go.

He cared not whether the wind was north or south. A bone which he had stolen he had in his mouth. one Generalizing Tone! This is quite Perfection Outline There's no Outline. Fable make us merry: may Perhaps dog went over the water without a wherry. snap He had them both before. Now how do ye do ? is ! ' ' * A great deal better than Those who 282 taste was before Colouring love it more and more/ I : . ! all XXX To Venetian Artists THAT God And is Colouring Newton does show. Poco-pen Colouring!' He lost shadow and substance too. there's no such thing: the Devil is a black outline. this little A * ! All it's all Chiaroscuro. has Snap. all of us know. As he swam he saw the reflection of the bone.EPIGRAMS XXIX VENETIAN Than thy Colouring is no more bolster'd Plasters on a Crooked Whore.

If they can't see an Outline. XXXII CALL that the Public Voice which is their Error ! Like as a Monkey. Madmen see Outlines and therefore they draw them.ON ART AND ARTISTS XXXI ALL Pictures that's painted with sense and with thought as sure as a groat Are painted by Madmen. pray how can they make it? When men will draw Outlines begin you to jaw them. nor Blake it. Fuseli it. As when they are drunk they always paint best. They never can Raphael it. Admires all his colours brown and warm. For the greater the Fool is the Pencil more blest. And never once perceives his ugly form. . 283 . peeping in a Mirror.

And if they scorn the immortal Muse.EPIGRAMS ON ART AND ARTISTS XXXIII 'NOW Art has lost its Mental Charms France shall subdue the World in Arms/ So spoke an Angel at my birth Then said: 'Descend thou upon earth. And France shall fall down and adore. But if thy Nation Arts refuse. Spirit who lov'st Britannia's Isle Round which the Fiends 284 of Commerce smile . With Works of Art their Armies meet And War shall sink beneath thy feet. Renew the Arts on Britain's shore. France shall the arts of Peace restore And save thee from the ungrateful shore/ .

who tries to make such a Blockhead believe. IS whole Life is II HE has observed the Golden Till he's become the Golden Rule. a Blockhead he's a Fool 28. Fool.MISCELLANEOUS EPIGRAMS I an Epigram smart. For It sure to keep your judgment cool does not reproach you with Want of Wit. with a hang-noose at the end. Plaited quite neat to catch applause. IV HE'S And who wants a proof of what he can't perceive. . Lawyer serving a writ. Ill SOME people admire the work of a Fool. It is it's not like a . smooth and neatly pen'd.

they as Vile and Base as e'er they can. VI SOME men. But the Greater Fool. COME VIII Another I WAS buried near this dyke.' VII An Epitaph knock your heads against this stone.EPIGRAMS GREAT Men and Fools do often me inspire . . and make the World their home. That my Friends may weep 286 as much as they like. Into the Be The/11 still be called 'The World's Honest Man. the Greater Liar. For sorrow that poor John Thompson's gone. come World. created for destruction.

Friends were quite hard to find. Were Savage first to France. He has not left X WHEN France got free. More wondrous. Europe. But ah ! more wondrous still the the Cock and Hen. Stool and Chair Charming . Fair. XII TO Chloe's breast young Cupid slyly stole. more wondrous are the Men. 'twixt Fools and Knaves. 287 . the Friend of all Mankind: one enemy behind. But he crept in at Myra's pocket-hole. But now they stand in everybody's way. More wondrous still the Table. XI Imitation of Pope: a compliment to the Ladies WONDROUS the Gods. wondrous still. and after Slaves.MISCELLANEOUS IX Another HERE lies John Trot. old authors say.




THE GATES OF PARADISE [Prologue] Forgiveness of each Vice. O Christians Christians tell me why You rear it on your Altars high? . Buried beneath his Mercy Seat. Such are the Gates of Paradise. ! ! From the Legends to the Plates] I THE Sun's Light. Jehovah's Finger wrote the Law. when he Depends on the Organ unfolds it. MUTUAL Who Then wept then rose in zeal and awe. walk'd among the Stones of Fire. 291 . Against the Accuser's chief desire. And the Dead Corpse. that beholds it. from Sinai's heat.

which is Self-contradiction. in Shame and Fear. and in her Veil hid me. Cloven Fiction. Of Good and Doubt 2. Naked in Air. 5. Self-jealous. Virtue and Vice. 292 . A Mandrake. with shield and spear. That end in endless Strife. My Eternal Man set in repose.FOR THE SEXES II THOU waterest him with Tears: He On struggles into Life. In Doubt. . Serpent Reasonings us entice Evil. of the Gates 1. Two-horn'd Reasoning. 4. 3. cloudy Doubts and Reasoning Cares. Watery folly. The Female from his darkness rose And She found me beneath a Tree. Struggling thro* Earth's Melancholy. Blind in Fire. The Keys THE Catterpiller on the Leaf Reminds thee of thy Mother's Grief.

6. drown'd. And some 7. I Closed the Father and the Sons. When weary Man enters his He meets Some his Female Garment find a Cave. woven with care. Lest the Sexual Garments sweet Should grow a devouring Winding-sheet. Root of Evil and Good. Self-accurst. ! Climbing thro* Night's highest noon In Time's Ocean falling.THE GATES OF PARADISE A dark Hermaphrodite we stood Rational Truth. a Male. Freezing her Veil. I rent the Veil where the Dead dwell: . there. My Son my Son thou treatest me But as I have instructed thee. On the shadows of the Moon. clip'd the Wings Of all Sublunary Things. In Aged Ignorance Holy and 12. One dies Alas the Living and Dead One 8. And in depths of my Dungeons cold. Round me flew the Flaming Sword Round her snowy Whirlwinds roar'd. ! ! ! slain . One In Vain-glory hatcht ! 9. is ! and 10. 293 . the Mundane Shell. Saviour in the Grave. 11. is fled and ! nurst. profound. By double Spectres.

from the Womb. Wife. thou art but a Dunce. [Epilogue] To the Accuser who is The God of this World TRULY. to dreams the Sexual Weaving And weeping over the strife. And the Worm weaving in the Ground Thou'rt my Mother. when once did descry The Immortal Man that cannot die. Sister. Web of Life. The lost Traveller's Dream under the Hill. . thou art still The Son of Morn in weary Night's decline. 16. know the Garment from the Man Every Harlot was a Virgin once. 15. Nor canst thou ever change Kate into Nan. 294 .FOR THE SEXES 13. my Satan. Thro' evening shades haste away But I I To close the Labours of my Day. 14. And dost not Tho' thou art Worshiped by the Names Divine Of Jesus and Jehovah. The Door of Death open found. Daughter. to the Tomb I .



Vision of Christ that thou dost see


Vision's greatest

Thine has a great hook nose like thine


Mine has a snub nose like to mine.
Thine is the Friend of all Mankind;
Mine speaks in Parables to the Blind.
Thine loves the same world that mine hates
Thy Heaven Doors are my Hell Gates.
Socrates taught what Meletus
Loath'd as a Nation's bitterest Curse,

And Caiaphas was

in his

own Mind

A benefactor to Mankind.
Both read the Bible day and night,
But thou read'st black where I read white.



WAS Jesus Gentle, or did He
Give any marks of Gentility?
When twelve years old He ran away,


Parents in dismay.
after three days' sorrow found,

left his


Loud as Sinai's trumpet-sound:
'No Earthly Parents I confess'

My Heavenly Father's business


Ye understand not what I say,
And, angry, force Me to obey.
Obedience is a duty then,
And favour gains with God and Men/
John from the Wilderness loud cried

Satan gloried

in his Pride.

'Come, 'said Satan, 'come away,
soon see if you'll obey!
John for disobedience bled,
But you can turn the stones to bread.
God's High King and God's High Priest
Shall plant their Glories in your breast,


Caiaphas you will obey,
Herod you with bloody Prey


Feed with the


Sacrifice, and be
down, worship me/

Thunders and

lightnings broke around,
And Jesus' voice in thunders' sound:
'Thus I seize the spiritual Prey.


smiters with disease, make way.
come your King and God to seize,

God a smiter with disease?'
The God of this World rag'd


bound old Satan
And, bursting forth,

Became a Chariot

in his


Throughout the land




his furious ire



in vain


took his course,

trac'd diseases to their source.

curs'd the Scribe

and Pharisee,

Trampling down Hypocrisy.
Where'er his Chariot took its way,
There Gates of Death let in the Day,
Broke down from every Chain and Bar


Satan in


at his

his Spiritual



Chariot wheels: loud howl'd

The God of this World louder roll'd
The Chariot wheels, and louder still

His voice was heard from Zion's Hill,
in his hand the Scourge shone bright
He scourg'd the Merchant Canaanite






out the

in his

Satan and


of his Mind,

Body tight does bind
all his



And thus with wrath He did subdue
The Serpent bulk of Nature's dross,


had nail'd it to the Cross.
He took on Sin in the Virgin's Womb
And put it off on the Cross and Tomb
To be worshiped by the Church of Rome.


WAS Jesus Humble?

or did


Give any proofs of Humility?
Boast of high things with humble tone,


give with Charity a stone ?
When but a Child He ran away,
And left his Parents in dismay.

When they had wander'd three days long
These were the words upon his tongue
'No Earthly Parents I confess:



My Father's business/

When the rich learned

to consult







heart with Iron pen


wrote 'Ye must be born again/
was too proud to take a bribe
spoke with authority, not like a Scribe.
says with most consummate Art
Follow Me, I am meek and lowly of heart,



the only way to escape
The Miser's net and the Glutton's trap.
What can be done with such desperate Fools
follow after the Heathen Schools?



was standing by when

Jesus died;

What call'd Humility, they call'd
He who loves his Enemies betrays

his Friends.

This surely is not what Jesus intends;
But the Sneaking Pride of Heroic Schools,


the Scribes' and Pharisees' virtuous Rules;
with honest, triumphant Pride,

He acts


this is the cause that Jesus died.
did not die with Christian ease,
Asking Pardon of His Enemies:



had, Caiaphas would forgive;
Sneaking submission can always live.

He had only to say that God was the Devil,
And the Devil was God, like a Christian civil;
Mild Christian regrets to the Devil confess
For affronting him thrice in the Wilderness;

He had soon been bloody Caesar's Elf,
And at last he would have been Caesar


Like Dr. Priestly and Bacon and Newton
Poor spiritual knowledge is not worth a button

For thus the Gospel Sir Isaac confutes:
'God can only be known by his Attributes;

And as for the In-dwelling of the Holy Ghost,
Or of Christ and his Father, it's all a boast
And pride, and vanity of the imagination,

disdains to follow this world's fashion.'


teach doubt and experiment
Certainly was not what Christ meant.

What was He

doing all that time,
From twelve years old to manly prime ?
Was He then Idle, or the less

About his Father's business?
Or was his wisdom held in scorn
Before his wrath began to burn
In Miracles throughout the land,

quite unnerv'd the Seraph band ?
If He had been Antichrist, Creeping Jesus,
He'd have done anything to please us



Gone sneaking




not us'd the Elders and Priests like dogs
But humble as a lamb or ass

Obey'd Himself to Caiaphas.



God wants







the trick of the Ancient Elf.
the race that Jesus ran:



God, Haughty



Cursing the Rulers before the People
Even to the Temple's highest steeple,

And when He humbled Himself to God
Then descended the Cruel Rod.
If Thou humblest Thyself, Thou humblest Me.
Thou also dwell'st in Eternity.
Thou art a Man: God is no more
Thy own Humanity learn to adore,


For that



Spirit of Life.
arise to Spiritual Strife,

And Thy Revenge abroad
In terrors at the Last


Judgment Day.

Mercy and Long Suffering
but the sinner to judgment to bring.
Thou on the Cross for them shalt pray,
And take Revenge at the Last Day.'

Jesus replied,





and thunders hurl'd
pray for the World.

did so




pray'd in the Garden

Me a Bodily Pardon.'
Can that which was of Woman born,


wish'd to take with

In the

absence of the Morn,


Reasoning upon its own dark Fiction. And Archangels round it weep.THE EVERLASTING GOSPEL When the Soul fell into sleep. the Eye That was born in a night. to perish in a night. When the Soul slept in the beams of light. call Men wise for not believing?. Shooting out against the Light Fibres of a deadly night. And leads you to believe a Lie When you see with. . This life's Five Windows of the Soul Distorts the Heavens from Pole to Pole. DID Visionaries with deceiving. not thro'. Rooting over with thorns and stems The buried Soul and all its Gems. et Jesus teach doubt? or did He Give any lessons of Philosophy. And does the Sun and Moon blot out. Charge Or 304 . In doubt which is Self Contradiction? Humility is only doubt. [iv] This was spoken by my Spectre to Voltaire. . Bacon.

and He mock'd The Sabbath's God.THE EVERLASTING GOSPEL WAS Jesus born of a Virgin Pure With narrow Soul and looks demure? intended to take on Sin He The Mother should an Harlot been. but they say for O'erturn'd the tent of secret And its x sins. Just such a one as Magdalen. golden cords and pins. 'He mock'd the Sabbath. Ask Caiaphas. And more sucking devils nurs'd Or what was it which He took on ? He That might bring Salvation? A Body subject to be tempted. 305 . Yes. And turn'd Fishermen to Divines. With seven devils in her pen. he can tell. If Or were Jew virgins still more curs'd. From neither pain nor grief exempted . Or such a Body as might not feel The passions that with sinners deal ? He never fell. and He unlocked The Evil spirits from their shrines.

" What says He? "Woman. And mock'd the one and the other's Rod . A wand'ring vagrant without home And thus That He He might The live above Publicans and Harlots Selected for his company. a Pig has got a look That for a Jew may be mistook. hating Vice. His Seventy Disciples sent Against Religion and Government: They by the Sword of Justice fell." He scorn'd Earth's parents. others' labour stole. He the Adulteress turn'd away God's righteous Law. And from . what have I to do with thee? No Earthly Parents I confess: I am doing My Father's business. scorn'd Earth's God. " Obey your parents.' 306 . His Father's trade to roam. controll.THE EVERLASTING GOSPEL In the bloody shrine of War Pour'd around from star to star Halls of justice. that lost its Prey. Since which. He turn'd the devils into swine That He might tempt the Jews to dine. And Him He left their cruel Murderer tell. Where the Devil combs his lice.

What was the sound of Jesus' breath ? He laid his hand on Moses' Law . : * ! Sinai's trumpets cease to roar ! 307 . Moses commands she be ston'd to death. and Heaven above Trembled at discovery of Love. Writ with Curses from pole to pole. The ancient Heavens.THE EVERLASTING GOSPEL [vi] WAS Jesus Chaste? Give any or did He lessons of Chastity ? The Morning blushed fiery red: Mary was found in Adulterous bed . Earth groan'd beneath. As she heard by Eden's flood Good and Evil are no more Sinai felt the . in silent awe. The Earth trembling and Naked lay In secret On bed of Mortal Clay. Jesus was sitting in Moses' Chair. All away began to roll. Hand Divine back the Pulling bloody shrine And she heard the breath of God. They brought woman the trembling there.

Tho' thou didst all to chaos roll With the Serpent for its soul. Tho' thou wast so pure and bright That Heaven was impure in thy sight. Tho' thy Oath turn'd Heaven pale. Wherefore hast thou writ these Laws And My created Hell's dark jaws? Presence will take I from thee : A cold Leper thou shalt be. Hide not from My sight thy sin. Nor may the sinner cast one stone. ! That forgiveness thou may'st win. Thou Angel of the Presence Divine. to write The Heavens are not clean in ! Thy sight. And the breath Divine is Love. Thou art good. finger of God. Lord. fear not Let me see The Seven Devils that torment thee.THE EVERLASTING GOSPEL Cease. Still Mary. To be Good only. That didst create this Body of Mine. Has no Man condemned thee?' No Man. and Thou alone. the breath Divine does move. Then what is he * 308 ' * . is to be A God or else a Pharisee. Tho' thy Covenant built Hell's jail.

What was thy love? Let Me see it. And tho' you cannot love. sin Love's Temple that God dwelleth And hide in secret hidden shrine in. this was my sin. or Some trifle not worth caring for That they may call a shame and . to earn my bread.THE EVERLASTING GOSPEL Who shall accuse thee Come ye forth. O Lord. but hate. thence did covet also rise. Was it love or dark deceit?' Love too long from me has fled 'Twas dark deceit. blaspheming Thee. ' . 309 . Thence And rose secret adulteries. this. The naked Human Form Divine. That have forgot your ancient love. And render that a lawless thing On But which the Soul expands its wing. Shall be beggars at Love's Gate. or 'twas custom. ? Fallen Fiends of Heavenly birth. to chastity pretence Blaspheming Love. bow before her feet shall lick the dust for meat. . And driven You You shall away my trembling Dove. When first In dark I let these devils in. 'Twas covet.

THE EVERLASTING GOSPEL My sin Thou hast forgiven me . Which never was made 310 pride. But He comforts and heals and calls them Friends/ But. the dumb. Canst Thou forgive my Blasphemy ? Canst Thou return to this dark Hell. Crying 'Crucify this cause of distress. Then was perfected his galling In three nights And still He devour 'd He devours the Body For Dust and Clay is prey. . Glittering with festering Venoms bright. the Serpent's meat. to make them his prey. Whom God has afflicted for secret ends. An ever devouring appetite. his for Man to eat. when Jesus was crucified. Who don't keep the secrets of holiness ! The Mental Powers by Diseases we bind He heals the deaf. of Clay. and the blind. And in my burning bosom dwell ? And canst Thou die that may live ? And canst Thou pity and forgive?* Then roll'd the shadowy Man away I From the limbs of Jesus. .

THE EVERLASTING GOSPEL [vii] SEEING this False Christ. What are those I . [viii] I AM sure this Jesus will not do. Either for Englishman or Jew. in fury and passion made my Voice heard all over the Nation. .




What is it you would please to have ? C'TLE Ho! Ho! I won't let it go at only so and so all ask.APPENDIX FROM 'AN ISLAND IN THE MOON* I Phoebus came strutting in. ! II HONOUR and Genius And I ask the is Gods no more No more No more No more No more ! ! ! ! I ! the three Philosophers bear chorus. ) ") . With his fat belly and his round chin.

APPENDIX III WHEN Old Corruption first begun. He committed on Flesh a whoredomO. . For Flesh and he could ne'er agree She would not let him suck. what a wicked beast ! From then a callow babe did spring. And this he always kept in mind And form'd a crooked knife. He fell in love and married her A deed which 3i6 is not common ! : . And as he ran to seek his mother He met with a dead woman. And ran about with bloody hands To seek his mother's life. him Surgery and fed with his own milk. And Old Corruption smil'd To think his race should never For now he had a child. He call'd The babe end. Adorn'd in yellow vest.

He . And * said For now I'll ' I'm I made for ever forth ! have procured these imps try experiments. 317 . discover'd guts. And when the child began to swell shouted out aloud I've found the Dropsy out. cut out all its spots And And. and soon Shall do the world more good. and brought Scurvy and Spotted Fever. The father grin'd and skipt about.' With that he tied poor Scurvy down.AN ISLAND IN THE MOON She soon grew pregnant.' He : * He took up Fever by the neck. thro' the holes first which he had made. And stopt up all its vents.

' kick your A ha Roman anus. fore A poor frail man know no greater I LO ! main sail. Winking and Winking and Winking and blinking. blinking. * Quid. Johnson Said Scipio Africanus.' ' ! to Dr. my Roman petticoat And kiss my Roman anus. God wot ! I and his mizen. O ho ' said Dr. Like Dr. ! Johnson To ' Scipio Africanus. If you don't own me a Philosopher I'll Suction.' ' And Lift up the Cellar goes 318 down with a step. . Johnson. sinner than John Taylor. blinking. the Bat with leathern wing. sail.APPENDIX IV HEAR then the pride and knowledge of a Sailor! His sprit sail. (Grand Chorus. know none frailer.

Yes! Yes! Yes! ist Vo. 2nd Vo.AN ISLAND THE MOON IN VI WANT istVo. Want Matches ? No! Vo. Matches? 2nd Vo. Want Matches ? 2nd Vo. Among the violets that smell so sweet. Yes! Yes! Yes! ist Vo. O ! smell so sweet. smell so sweet. Want Matches ? 2nd Vo. there did I spy a young maiden sweet. Among the violets that smell so sweet. 3i9 . No ist ! VII AS To I walk'd forth one May morning see the fields so pleasant and so gay.

320 if frame. . Or Nature's hand has crook'd her Or if she's deaf. Some tender lover she shall find That panteth for a Bride. toe. 'Tis For that if in a Damsel's blind or lame. also. or is wall-eyed . you Without you we should never breed. her heart is well inclin'd. ! The Formed to suckle all come Mankind. ! Widows and Maids and Youths That Or lightly trip on beauty's sit on beauty's bum. made of Love To thy wide gates how great a drove On purpose to be yok'd do come.APPENDIX VIII HAIL Matrimony. Hail finger-footed lovely Creatures females of our human Natures. Or any Comfort find. time of need. Yet.

Like Birds. 321 ! . amiss Damsel or in Widow gay makes them smile. it makes them ! skip. With walls of brick and stone He furnish'd it With whatever he And all his own. ye maidens come. just They Then come. within could win. . chirp and hop away.AN ISLAND The To In It IN THE MOON universal Poultice cure whatever is this. Or Locke. Like Sir Isaac Newton. or Doctor South. IX [On the Founder of the Charterhouse] TO be or not to be Of great capacity. Or Sherlock upon Death rather be Sutton I'd ! For he did build a house For aged men and youth. cured of the pip. y . . ye ! swains Come and In be cur'd of all your pains Matrimony's Golden Cage .

Whose name was Sutton As Locke. Sherlock upon Death. And. sent his servant money in And To Green the Bricklayer. And all the way he pav'd To hinder pestilence. The chimneys were threescore.APPENDIX He drew His out of the Stocks a box. Sir Isaac Newton ? . He sinks and gutters made. And to the Carpenter. The windows many more. He was so fervent. for convenience. Was not this a good man Whose life was but a span. or Doctor Or Or 322 South.

you Throw Joe. I never saw such a bowler To bowl the ball in a tansy.AN ISLAND O. runs without shoes to save his pumps. I IN THE MOON SAY. I've a That Bill's a foolish fellow . He does not know how to handle a Any more than a dog or a cat He has knock'd down the wicket. 323 . bat : And And broke the stumps. He has given me a black eye. us the ball ! good mind to go And leave you all. And to clean it with my hankercher Without saying a word.

Signer Falalasole.APPENDIX XI THERE'S And Doctor Clash. La me fa sol ! Gentlemen! Gentlemen! Rap! Rap! Rap! Fiddle! Fiddle! Fiddle! Clap! Clap! Clap! Fa me 324 la sol. And long fingers and thumbs. La me fa sol ! Musicians should have A pair of very good ears. And not like clumsy bears. Bouncing B Play away. La me fa sol ! . Great A. Fa me la sol. play away. La me little ! fa sol ! A. You're out of the key ! ! Fa me la sol. O they sweep in the cash Into their purse hole Fa me la sol.

said I love hanging and drawing and quartering And ' well as Every bit as Damn praying and war and slaughtering. Listen patient. they rebel.' II THEN old Nobodaddy aloft Farted and belched and cough'd.FROM THE 'ROSSETTI MS/ I WILL I Said * to tell my you what Joseph of Arimathea Fairy was not it very queer ? : Pliny and Trajan ! What ! are you here ? Come before Joseph of Arimathea. singing. and a Fairy fun. Unless they will bring in The blood often thousand by fighting or swinging/ Then he swore a 'To But kill if They great and solemn oath the people I am : loth. they must go to hell: shall have a Priest and a passing bell/ . and when Joseph has done make a Fool 'Twill laugh.

At Lambeth beneath the poplar trees. Since Eve first chose her hellfire spark. And all the devils that were in hell. And aloud to English Blake. Then again old Nobodaddy swore He ne'er had seen such a thing before. Blake was giving his body ease. . * . Answered with a Klopstock felt ninefold yell. . the intripled turn. call'd From his seat then started he And turn'd him round three times three. And his bowels turn'd round three times three. . Uprose William Blake in his pride For old Nobodaddy aloft Farted and belch'd and cough'd Then swore a great oath that made Heaven quake. 326 . . And lock'd in his soul with a ninefold key. The moon at that sight blush'd scarlet red. . Since 'twas the fashion to go naked. And all his bowels began to churn. .APPENDIX III WHEN Klopstock England defied. . Since Noah was shut in the ark. The stars threw down their cups and fled. Since the old Anything was created.

. . Whether 'tis good or evil none's to blame: No one can take the pride.THE ROSSETTI MS. IV On the virginity of the Virgin WHATEVER is done Mary and Johanna Southcott to her she cannot know. VI . And they told me it was a great sin. he finds out whether Her knees and elbows are only glued together. 327 . And if you'll ask her she will swear it so. no one the shame. and I ' ' cry I ! I ! VII The Washerwoman's Song I WASH'D them out and wash'd them in. Will AND in melodious accents sit me down. V WHEN a Man has married a Wife.

flinch. you always can see If a Man of Sense has painted he. Who whatever likeness he may have to Michael Angelo Never can have any 328 to Sir Jehoshuan. we can Say all was owing to the Skilful Man For the smell of water is but small So e'en let Ignorance do it all. .APPENDIX VIII WHEN you look at a picture. . but keep up a jaw Then never About freedom. : IX THESE verses were written by a very envious man. and 'Jenny sink awaV As when it smells of the lamp.

Joy and Pride.FROM THE 'PICKERING MS/ . he had a Wolf in his stomach day and night. And the Fairy drew the Devil into the nutshell. Long John Brown lov'd little Mary Bell. C'TLE Long John Brown had the Devil in his gut. Her Fairy He skip'd out and her Fairy skip'd in laugh 'd at the Devil. and they guess'd right. For John ate and drank to drive away Love's John Brown and Mary Little Mary Bell Bell had a Fairy in a nut. Devil he raged. He was soon in the gut of the loving Young Swain. And he laugh'd at the Devil till poor John Brown died. And there goes Miss Bell with her fusty old nut. But all he could do he grew thinner and thinner. Tho' he ate and drank as much as ten men for his dinner. the Devil enter'd into the Young Man's broth. ! 329 . and the Devil he was wroth. saying 'Love is a Sin/ The And . And woe and alack for pretty Mary Bell For the Devil crept in when the Fairy skip'd out. he had the Devil. Some Some said said Then the Fairy skip'd out of the old nutshell. The Fairy skip'd about in his Glory.




INDEX OF FIRST LINES A Fairy leapt upon my knee A flower was offer'd to me A little black thing among the snow A pair of Stays to mend the Shape A Petty Sneaking Knave knew A strange Erratum in all the editions page 113 281 261 I 276 Abstinence sows sand all over Ah. Sunflower weary of time All Pictures that's painted with sense and with 167 121 ! 283 thought All the night in 162 120 woe no An Old Maid early ere I knew And did those feet in ancient time And his legs carried it like a long fork And in melodious accents I Anger and Wrath my bosom rends Are not the joys of morning sweeter As I walk'd forth one May morning 168 239 263 327 255 155 319 333 .

my Come.INDEX OF FIRST LINES As I wander'd the forest As the ignorant Savage will sell Awake. my boy. my little Boy his Call that the Public Voice which is 136 own Wife 269 202 ! Can Can I see another's woe hither. awake. Kings. tell mean 132 me what thou seest 166 hither. Frazer. the Church is cold Degrade first the Arts if you'd Mankind degrade Each Man 283 275 there Come ! 99 there be anything more Children of the Future Age Come their Error 124 269 304 173 pit 174 247 102 231 . dear Mother. and Baldwin of Egypt's Lake Cr loves artists as he loves his Meat Come Cruelty has a human heart Did Jesus teach doubt? or did He Do what you will this life's a fiction Does the Eagle know what is in the is in his Spectre's power up her head awake! awake! awake! England! Earth rais'd 334 22 286 263 260 103 Dear Mother. and Sparrows 138 listen to my song knock your heads against this stone Cosway.

made of Love laving given great offence by writing in Prose le has observed the Golden Rule . that thro* Heaven wide }reat Men and Fools do often me inspire jive Pensions to the 274 28 286 done when Men and Mountains meet }rown old in love from seven till seven times ireat things are seven 173 173 Matrimony. the merry year : or this 266 7 260 19 Learned Pig }olden Apollo.INDEX OF FIRST LINES where are you going? you your riches bring 7 ather : or Fortune's favours ! father ! 83 260 is being a Friend just in the nick ortune favours the Brave. old proverbs say . the Friend of all Mankind lis whole Life is an Epigram smart.Ie makes the Lame to walk. smooth and neatly pen'd lail ! ! ! 320 267 28. resh from the dewy hill. we all agree le's a Blockhead who wants a proof of what he can't perceive le who bends to himself a Joy lear the voice of the Bard lear then the pride and knowledge of a Sailor lere lies John Trot.5 281 285 170 101 318 287 285 .

! I fear'd the fury of I found them blind I I I I I I love to rise in a mock thee rose I : I have no name heard an Angel singing laid me down upon a bank love the jocund dance I I my wind taught them how to see give you the end of a golden string I I. at the summer morn though dawn I by thee am mocked of day am a Statesman and a Saint saw a Chapel all of gold saw a Monk of Charlemaine (Rossetti MS. me up not.) Rubens.INDEX OF FIRST LINES Honour and Genius is all I ask How can help thy Husband's copying Me? How sweet roam'd from field to field How sweet the Shepherd's sweet lot I I is I I ! always take my judgment from a Fool am no Homer's Hero you all know I am I asked a thief to steal I asked I I sure this Jesus will not do my a peach dear friend Orator Prig O Father of Heaven and Earth that ever I saw Flaxman's face dreamt a Dream what can it mean ? bless thee. 336 .

O leave me to my sorrows Let the Brothels of Paris be opened 71 160 Little Fly 116 Little Lamb. you will If you play a Game of Chance.5 214 I 257 Man's estate 172 true what the Prophets write 230 you have form'd a Circle to go into If you mean to please Everybody. know. who made thee ? 79 z 337 .INDEX OF FIRST LINES saw a Monk of Charlemaine (Jerusalem) travel'd thro* a Land of 248 Men 196 walked abroad on a snowy day wander thro' each chartered street was angry with my friend was buried near this dyke wash'd them out and wash'd them in 167 125 129 286 327 Garden of Love will tell you what Joseph of Arimathea wonder whether the Girls are mad went to the write the Rascal thanks. If I e'er If it is grow to till he and 123 32. before you begin If you trap the moment before it's ripe If In futurity In Heaven the only Art of Living Is this a holy thing to see 174 273 253 168 107 252 106 Leave.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES Bell had a Fairy in a nut Phoebus came strutting in Little Mary Little Lo ! 329 315 the Bat with leathern wing 318 Love and Harmony combine Love seeketh not Itself to please Love to faults is always blind 'Madman* have been I 15 104 166 call'd: 'Fool' they call thee 262 hither come Memory.57 174 280 141 278 . Rousseau Forgiveness of each Vice on. Mutual My mother bore me in the southern wild My mother groan'd. Voltaire. 17 82 ! Mock on. my father wept (Songs of My Experience) mother groan'd. Merry. Merry Sparrow Mock . ' my father wept 149 is Nail his neck to the Cross: nail No real 338 80 (Rossetti fine array My around me night and day My Spectre My title as a Genius thus prov'd Never seek 291 128 MS.) silks and Nature and Art 223 in this it together with a nail suit to tell thy love Style of Colouring ever appears 14 219 2.

thou art sick O sons of Trojan Brutus. prepare the iron helm of 126 175 War 62 Raphael. and stained O dear Mother Outline of wisdom most sage O for a voice like thunder. cloth'd in war O thou who passest thro' our valleys in O thou with dewy locks. I say. behold the Philosopher's grave! O Rose. graceful. laden with fruit.INDEX OF FIRST LINES Nought loves another as itself Now Art has lost its 130 Mental Charms 284 O Autumn. sublime. majestic. and a tongue O holy Virgin! clad in purest white > 270 ! O. who lookest down O why was born with a different face O Winter bar thine adamantine doors Of H birth this was the happy lot 169 279 115 ! 4 3 190 ? I ! 58 6 ! 236 's Once a dream did weave a shade P loved me not as he lov'd his Phebe drest like beauty's Queen Piping down Pity 98 friends 261 69 the valleys wild 75 would be no more Prayers plow not: Praises reap not Prepare. you 61 8 Joe 323 O lapwing! thou fliest around the heath O Reader. wise 281 Z2 339 .

. created for destruction. . on the nursery floor False Christ. Seeing this all . Night the Riches of own world Portrait to beauty bright and idleness Some look to see the sweet Outlines Some men. with no outline that you can Sleep ! Sleep ! Soft deceit ! in the That God is house does roar Colouring Newton does show The Angel that presided o'er my birth The bell struck one. Remove away S in . silent Since . come Some people admire the work of a Fool Sound the Flute Such Visions have appear 'd to me Sweet dreams. form a shade Sweet Mary. the first time she ever was there Swelled limbs.INDEX OF FIRST LINES Reader! . of books . and shook the silent tower 340 259 311 172 274 273 277 146 170 274 286 285 94 241 88 203 279 descry Terror 171 147 this Sir Joshua praised Rubens with a smile Sir Joshua praises Michael Angelo Sir Joshua sent his 240 169 282 173 9 . of Heaven that blackening church Childhood. in fury and passion Silent.

5 193 324 166 . when he unfolds it The Sussex men are noted Fools The sword sung on the barren heath The Villain at the Gallows tree The Vision of Christ that thou dost see The wild winds weep Then old Nobodaddy aloft I There is a smile of Love There's Doctor Clash There souls of men are bought and sold 292 234 172 272 235 242 159 168 86 170 206 122 262 157 92 77 291 261 169 278 297 18 32.INDEX OF FIRST LINES The Catterpiller on the Leaf The Caverns of the Grave I've seen The countless gold of a merry heart The Cripple every step drudges and labours The Door of Death is made of Gold The fields from Islington to Marybone The Good are attracted by Men's perceptions The harvest shall flourish in wintry weather The little boy lost in the lonely fen The look of love alarms The Maiden caught me in the wild The modest Rose puts forth a thorn The only Man that e'er knew The sun arises in the East The sun descending in the west The Sun does arise The Sun's Light.

my Satan.INDEX OF FIRST LINES These are the Idiots' chiefest arts These verses were written by a very envious man mystery never shall cease This city and this country has brought forth many mayors This song to the flower of Flaxman's joy They Thou Thou Thou said this Fair-hair'd Angel of the Evening hast a lap full of seed 271 328 163 70 180 7 152 waterest him with Tears Three Virgins at the break of day Thy Friendship oft has made my heart to ake Till thou dost conquer the distrest To a lovely Myrtle bound To be or not to be To Chloe's breast young Cupid slyly stole To find the Western path does pretend To forgive Enemies H To Mercy. Peace. and Love To my Friend Butts write To see a World in a Grain of Sand Truly. Pity. thou art but a Dunce I 292 194 2^6 175 133 321 287 227 256 90 181 208 294 'Twasona Holy Thursday. their innocent faces clean 91 Tyger! Tyger! burning bright Venetian 342 ! all thy Colouring is no more 118 282 .

stranger. to this place What is it men in women do require? Whate'er Whate'er 64 171 born of Mortal Birth is done to her she cannot know When a Man has married a Wife. the Arts grow cold When Old Corruption first begun When silver snow decks Susan's clothes When silver snow decks Sylvio's clothes When Sir Joshua Reynolds died When the green woods laugh with the voice I I of joy 2. Rembrandt.INDEX OF FIRST LINES Want Matches ? 319 Was Was Was Jesus Chaste or did He Was Jesus Gentle. Europe. Correggio When Klopstock England defied When my mother died was very young When Nations grow old. or did He Was Jesus Humble? or did He angry with Hayley who us'd Jesus born of a Virgin Pure I me so 266 ill 305 307 ? 298 300 Welcome. 'twixt Fools and Knaves 134 327 327 20 287 When H y finds out what you cannot do When see a Rubens. he finds out whether is When early Morn walks forth in sober grey When France got free.56 273 326 83 271 316 31 65 278 87 343 .

I'm I glad Youth of delight. 'tis folly to do so You don't believe won't attempt to make ye You must agree that Rubens was a Fool You say reserve and modesty he has You say their Pictures well painted be You think Fuseli is not a Great Painter. you always can see Where thou dwellest. more wondrous are 114 328 228 21 154 165 151 231 I 183 186 the Men 287 You all your Youth observ'd the Golden Rule You call me Mad. come hither 238 2.57 229 280 259 272 262 137 .INDEX OF FIRST LINES When the voices of children are heard on the green (Songs of Innocence) 96 When the voices of children are heard on the green (Songs of Experience) Whenyou look at a picture. in what Grove Whether on Ida's shady brow Why art thou silent and invisible Why of the sheep do you not learn peace? Why should care for the men of Thames Why was Cupid a Boy I Wife of the Friend of those most revere With Happiness stretch'd across the hills Wondrous the Gods.