William Blake

(A poem by William Blake) The sun does arise,And make happy the skies;The merry bells ringTo welcome the Spring;The skylark… Read More »The echoing Green

(A poem by William Blake) How sweet is the shepherd’s sweet lot!From the morn to the evening he strays;He shall… Read More »The Shepherd

(A poem by William Blake) O Rose, thou art sick!The invisible wormThat flies in the night,In the howling storm,Has found… Read More »The Sick Rose

(A poem by William Blake) Little Lamb who made theeDost thou know who made theeGave thee life & bid thee… Read More »Little Lamb

(A poem by William Blake) Tyger! Tyger! burning brightIn the forest of the nightWhat immortal hand or eyeCould frame thy… Read More »The tyger