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William Blake - Songs of Innocence and Experience PDF
Songs of Innocence
and
Songs of Experience.
William Blake.
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About the author Blake's first collection of poems, Poetical Sketches, was published circa
1783. In 1788, at the age of thirty-one, Blake began to experiment
with "relief etching", which was the method used to produce most of
William Blake (November 28, 1757- his books of poems. Blake claimed the method was revealed to him in
August 12, 1827) was an English poet, a vision of his dead brother, Robert. The process is also referred to as
mystic, painter and printmaker, or "Au- "illuminated printing," and final products as "illuminated books" or
thor & Printer," as he signed many of "prints." Illuminated printing involved writing the text of the poems
his books. on copper plates with pens and brushes, using an acid-resistant me-
dium. Illustrations could appear alongside words in the manner of
earlier illuminated manuscripts. He then etched the plates in acid in
order to dissolve away the untreated copper and leave the design
standing. The pages printed from these plates then had to be hand-
Blake was born at 28 Broad Street, Golden Square, London, En- colored in water colors and stiched together to make up a volume.
gland into a middle-class family. His artistic talent was noticed and Blake used illuminated printing for four of his works: the Songs of
encouraged from an early age. At ten years old, he began engraving Innocence and Experience, The Book of Thel, The Marriage of Heaven
copies of drawings of Greek antiquities, a practice that was then and Hell, and Jerusalem. Each of his illuminated books was thus a
preferred to real-life drawing. Four years later he became apprenticed unique work of art and a radical break with not only traditional book
to an engraver, Henry Basire. After two years Basire sent him to copy printing but the traditional means of presenting poetic and philosophical
art from the Gothic churches in London. At the age of twenty-one discourse. Blake seems to have believed, or rather hoped, that self-
Blake finished his apprenticeship and set up as a professional en- published books could liberate the artist and author from the tyranny
graver. of censorship by Church and State but its time-consuming nature
meant that his most personal and prophetic works reached a minute
In 1779 he became a student at the Royal Academy, where he re- audience in his lifetime.
belled against what he regarded as the unfinished style of fashion-
able painters such as Rubens. He preferred the Classical exactness Read more about William Blake at Wikipedia.
of Michelangelo and Raphael.
In 1782 Blake met John Flaxman, who was to become his patron. In
the same year he married a poor illiterate girl named Catherine
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Boucher, who was five years his junior. Catherine could neither read
nor write and even signed her wedding contract with an X. Blake
taught her reading and writing and even trained her as an engraver.
At that time, George Cumberland, one of the founders of the Na-
tional Gallery, became an admirer of Blake's work.
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SONGS OF EXPERIENCE
Contents Introduction
Earth’s Answer
The Clod and the Pebble
Holy Thursday
The Little Girl Lost
SONGS OF INNOCENCE
The Little Girl Found
The Chimney-Sweeper Click on a poem to jump to the page in
Introduction the file.
Nurse’s Song
The Shepherd The Sick Rose Note:
The Echoing Green The Fly The best way to read this ebook is in Full
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The Lamb The Angel
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The Little Black Boy The Tiger This mode allows you to use Page Down
The Blossom My Pretty Rose-Tree to go to the next page, and affords the
Ah, Sunflower best reading view. Press Escape to exit the
The Chimney-Sweeper Full Screen View.
The Lily
The Little Boy Lost
The Garden of Love
The Little Boy Pound
The Little Vagabond
Laughing Song London
A Cradle Song The Human Abstract
The Divine Image Infant Sorrow
Holy Thursday A Poison Tree
Night A Little Boy Lost
Spring A Little Girl Lost
A Divine Image
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Nurse’s Song
Infant Joy A Cradle Song
The Schoolboy
A Dream
To Tirzah
On Another’s Sorrow
The Voice of the Ancient Bard
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Songs of
Innocence Songs of Innocence.
and Introduction.
Little lamb, who made thee? My mother bore me in the southern wild,
Does thou know who made thee, And I am black, but O my soul is white!
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed White as an angel is the English child,
By the stream and o’er the mead; But I am black, as if bereaved of light.
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright; My mother taught me underneath a tree,
Gave thee such a tender voice, And, sitting down before the heat of day,
Making all the vales rejoice? She took me on her lap and kissed me,
Little lamb, who made thee? And, pointing to the East, began to say:
Does thou know who made thee?
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I’ll shade him from the heat till he can bear The Chimney-Sweeper.
To lean in joy upon our Father’s knee;
And then I’ll stand and stroke his silver hair, When my mother died I was very young,
And be like him, and he will then love me. And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry ‘Weep! weep! weep! weep!’
So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
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‘Hush, Tom! never mind it, for, when your head’s bare, The Little Boy Lost.
You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair.’
‘Father, father, where are you going?
And so he was quiet, and that very night, O do not walk so fast!
As Tom was a-sleeping, he had such a sight! - Speak, father, speak to your little boy,
That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack, Or else I shall be lost.’
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black.
The night was dark, no father was there,
And by came an angel, who had a bright key, The child was wet with dew;
And he opened the coffins, and set them all free; The mire was deep, and the child did weep,
Then down a green plain, leaping, laughing, they run And away the vapour flew.
And wash in a river, and shine in the sun.
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams Thy Maker lay, and wept for me:
By happy, silent, moony beams!
Wept for me, for thee, for all,
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Weeping o’er,
‘O Earth, O Earth, return! I hear the father of the ancient men.
Arise from out the dewy grass!
Night is worn, ‘Selfish father of men!
And the morn Cruel, jealous, selfish fear!
Rises from the slumbrous mass. Can delight,
Chained in night,
‘Turn away no more; The virgins of youth and morning bear.
Why wilt thou turn away?
The starry floor, ‘Does spring hide its joy,
The watery shore, When buds and blossoms grow?
Is given thee till the break of day.’ Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the ploughman in darkness plough?
Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down, Has brushed away.
And the dews of night arise;
Your spring and your day are wasted in play, Am not I
And your winter and night in disguise. A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
Little Fly,
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
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And I wept both night and day, In what distant deeps or skies
And he wiped my tears away; Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
And I wept both day and night, On what wings dare he aspire?
And hid from him my heart’s delight. What the hand dare seize the fire?
So he took his wings, and fled; And what shoulder and what art
Then the morn blushed rosy red. Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
I dried my tears, and armed my fears And, when thy heart began to beat,
With ten thousand shields and spears. What dread hand and what dread feet?
Soon my Angel came again; What the hammer? what the chain?
I was armed, he came in vain; In what furnace was thy brain?
For the time of youth was fled, What the anvil? what dread grasp
And grey hairs were on my head. Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And modest Dame Lurch, who is always at church,
And ‘Thou shalt not’ writ over the door; Would not have bandy children, nor fasting, nor birch.
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore. And God, like a father, rejoicing to see
His children as pleasant and happy as He,
And I saw it was filled with graves, Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel,
And tombstones where flowers should be; But kiss him, and give him both drink and apparel.
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
London.
But most, through midnight streets I hear And the caterpillar and fly
How the youthful harlot’s curse Feed on the Mystery.
Blasts the new-born infant’s tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage hearse. And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its thickest shade.
The Human Abstract.
The gods of the earth and sea
Pity would be no more Sought through nature to find this tree,
If we did not make somebody poor, But their search was all in vain:
And Mercy no more could be There grows one in the human Brain.
If all were as happy as we.
My foe outstretched beneath the tree. The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping parents wept in vain:
They stripped him to his little shirt,
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And bound him in an iron chain, Had just removed the curtains of the night.
The Schoolboy.
O father and mother if buds are nipped, Thou, mother of my mortal part,
And blossoms blown away; With cruelty didst mould my heart,
And if the tender plants are stripped And with false self-deceiving tears
Of their joy in the springing day, Didst blind my nostrils, eyes, and ears,
By sorrow and care’s dismay, -
Didst close my tongue in senseless clay,
How shall the summer arise in joy, And me to mortal life betray.
Or the summer fruits appear? The death of Jesus set me free:
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy, Then what have I to do with thee?
Or bless the mellowing year,
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