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ED; E466| [SONGS AND BALLADS]
ED; E466| [Written in a copy of Poetical Sketches] t1097
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title; E466| Song 1st by a shepherd
Song1st[PSadd]1; E466| Welcome stranger to this place,
Song1st[PSadd]2; E466| Where joy doth sit on every bough,
Song1st[PSadd]3; E466| Paleness flies from every face,
Song1st[PSadd]4; E466| We reap not, what we do not sow.
Song1st[PSadd]5; E466| Innocence doth like a Rose,
Song1st[PSadd]6; E466| Bloom on every Maidens cheek;
Song1st[PSadd]7; E466| Honor twines around her brows,
Song1st[PSadd]8; E466| The jewel Health adorns her neck.
title; E466| Song 3d by an old shepherd
Song3rd[PSadd]1; E466| When silver snow decks Sylvio's clothes
Song3rd[PSadd]2; E466| And jewel hangs at shepherd's nose,
Song3rd[PSadd]3; E466| We can abide life's pelting storm
Song3rd[PSadd]4; E466| That makes our limbs quake, if our hearts be warm.
Song3rd[PSadd]5; E466| Whilst Virtue is our walking staff,
Song3rd[PSadd]6; E466| And Truth a lantern to our path;
Song3rd[PSadd]7; E466| We can abide life's pelting storm
Song3rd[PSadd]8; E466| That makes our limbs quake, if our hearts be warm.
Song3rd[PSadd]9; E466| Blow boisterous Wind, stern Winter frown,
Song3rd[PSadd]10; E466| Innocence is a Winter's gown;
Song3rd[PSadd]11; E467| So clad, we'll abide life's pelting storm
Song3rd[PSadd]12; E467| That makes our limbs quake, if our hearts be warm.
N-"NeverPainToTell"1; E467| Never pain to tell thy Love t1099
N-"NeverPainToTell"2; E467| Love that never told can be
N-"NeverPainToTell"3; E467| For the gentle wind does move
N-"NeverPainToTell"4; E467| Silently invisibly
N-"NeverPainToTell"5; E467| I told my love I told my love
N-"NeverPainToTell"6; E467| I told her all my heart
N-"NeverPainToTell"7; E467| Trembling cold in ghastly fears
N-"NeverPainToTell"8; E467| Ah she doth depart
N-"NeverPainToTell"9; E467| Soon as she was gone from me
N-"NeverPainToTell"10; E467| A traveller came by
N-"NeverPainToTell"11; E467| Silently invisibly
N-"NeverPainToTell"12; E467| O was no deny t1100
N-"I_feardTheFury"1; E467| I feard the fury of my wind t1101
N-"I_feardTheFury"2; E467| Would blight all blossoms fair & true
N-"I_feardTheFury"3; E467| And my sun it shind & shind
N-"I_feardTheFury"4; E467| And my wind it never blew t1102
N-"I_feardTheFury"5; E467| But a blossom fair or true
N-"I_feardTheFury"6; E467| Was not found on any tree
N-"I_feardTheFury"7; E467| For all blossoms grew & grew
N-"I_feardTheFury"8; E467| Fruitless false tho fair to see
N-"I_sawAchapel"1; E467| I saw a chapel all of gold
N-"I_sawAchapel"2; E467| That none did dare to enter in
N-"I_sawAchapel"3; E467| And many weeping stood without
N-"I_sawAchapel"4; E467| Weeping mourning worshipping
N-"I_sawAchapel"5; E467| I saw a serpent rise between
N-"I_sawAchapel"6; E467| The white pillars of the door
N-"I_sawAchapel"7; E467| And he forcd & forcd & forcd
N-"I_sawAchapel"8; E467| Down the golden hinges tore t1103
N-"I_sawAchapel"9; E467| And along the pavement sweet
N-"I_sawAchapel"10; E467| Set with pearls & rubies bright
N-"I_sawAchapel"11; E467| All his slimy length he drew
N-"I_sawAchapel"12; E467| Till upon the altar white
N-"I_sawAchapel"13; E467| Vomiting his poison out
N-"I_sawAchapel"14; E467| On the bread & on the wine
N-"I_sawAchapel"15; E468| So I turnd into a sty
N-"I_sawAchapel"16; E468| And laid me down among the swine
N-"I_laidMeDown"1; E468| I laid me down upon a bank
N-"I_laidMeDown"2; E468| Where love lay sleeping
N-"I_laidMeDown"3; E468| I heard among the rushes dank
N-"I_laidMeDown"4; E468| Weeping Weeping
N-"I_laidMeDown"5; E468| Then I went to the heath & the wild
N-"I_laidMeDown"6; E468| To the thistles & thorns of the waste
N-"I_laidMeDown"7; E468| And they told me how they were beguild
N-"I_laidMeDown"8; E468| Driven out & compeld to be chaste
N-title; E468| A cradle song t1104
N-ACradleSong1; E468| Sleep Sleep beauty bright
N-ACradleSong2; E468| Dreaming oer the joys of night t1105
N-ACradleSong3; E468| Sleep Sleep: in thy sleep
N-ACradleSong4; E468| Little sorrows sit & weep t1106
N-ACradleSong5; E468| Sweet Babe in thy face t1107
N-ACradleSong6; E468| Soft desires I can trace
N-ACradleSong7; E468| Secret joys & secret smiles
N-ACradleSong8; E468| Little pretty infant wiles. t1108
N-ACradleSong9; E468| As thy softest limbs I feel t1109
N-ACradleSong10; E468| Smiles as of the morning steal t1110
N-ACradleSong11; E468| Oer thy cheek & oer thy breast
N-ACradleSong12; E468| Where thy little heart does rest
N-ACradleSong13; E468| O the cunning wiles that creep
N-ACradleSong14; E468| In thy little heart asleep
N-ACradleSong15; E468| When thy little heart does wake
N-ACradleSong16; E468| Then the dreadful lightnings break
N-ACradleSong17; E468| From thy cheek & from thy eye t1111
N-ACradleSong18; E468| Oer the youthful harvests nigh
N-ACradleSong19; E468| Infant wiles & infant smiles t1112
N-ACradleSong20; E468| Heaven & Earth of peace beguiles
N-"I_askedAthief"1; E468| I asked a thief to steal me a peach t1113
N-"I_askedAthief"2; E468| He turned up his eyes t1114
N-"I_askedAthief"3; E468| I ask'd a lithe lady to lie her down
N-"I_askedAthief"4; E468| Holy & meek she cries-- t1115
N-"I_askedAthief"5; E468| As soon as I went
N-"I_askedAthief"6; E468| An angel came.
N-"I_askedAthief"7; E469| He wink'd at the thief t1116
N-"I_askedAthief"8; E469| And smild at the dame-- t1117
N-"I_askedAthief"9; E469| And without one word said t1118
N-"I_askedAthief"10; E469| Had a peach from the tree
N-"I_askedAthief"11; E469| And still as a maid t1119
N-"I_askedAthief"12; E469| Enjoy'd the lady. t1120
N-title; E469| To my Mirtle t1121
N-ToMyMirtle1; E469| To a lovely mirtle bound
N-ToMyMirtle2; E469| Blossoms showring all around
N-ToMyMirtle3; E469| O how sick & weary I
N-ToMyMirtle4; E469| Underneath my mirtle lie
N-ToMyMirtle5; E469| Why should I be bound to thee
N-ToMyMirtle6; E469| O my lovely mirtle tree
N-title; E469| [To go] on I Plate t1122
N-"O_lapwing"1; E469| lapwing thou fliest around the heath
N-"O_lapwing"2; E469| Nor seest the net that is spread beneath
N-"O_lapwing"3; E469| Why dost thou not fly among the corn fields
N-"O_lapwing"4; E469| They cannot spread nets where a harvest yields
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N-title; E469| An answer to the parson
N-AnAnswer1; E469| Why of the sheep do you not learn peace
N-AnAnswer2; E469| Because I dont want you to shear my fleece
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N-"ThouHastALapFull"1; E469| Thou hast a lap full of seed
N-"ThouHastALapFull"2; E469| And this is a fine country
N-"ThouHastALapFull"3; E469| Why dost thou not cast thy seed
N-"ThouHastALapFull"4; E469| And live in it merrily
N-"ThouHastALapFull"5; E469| Shall I cast it on the sand t1123
N-"ThouHastALapFull"6; E469| And turn it into fruitful land t1124
N-"ThouHastALapFull"7; E469| For on no other ground t1125
N-"ThouHastALapFull"8; E469| Can I sow my seed
N-"ThouHastALapFull"9; E470| Without tearing up t1126
N-"ThouHastALapFull"10; E470| Some stinking weed
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N-Riches1; E470| The countless gold of a merry heart t1127
N-Riches2; E470| The rubies & pearls of a loving eye
N-Riches3; E470| The indolent never can bring to the mart t1128
N-Riches4; E470| Nor the secret hoard up in his treasury t1129
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N-"IfYouTrap"1; E470| If you trap the moment before its ripe t1130
N-"IfYouTrap"2; E470| The tears of repentance youll certainly wipe
N-"IfYouTrap"3; E470| But if once you let the ripe moment go
N-"IfYouTrap"4; E470| You can never wipe off the tears of woe t1131
N-Eternity1; E470| He who binds to himself a joy t1132
N-Eternity2; E470| Does the winged life destroy
N-Eternity3; E470| But he who kisses the joy as it flies t1133
N-Eternity4; E470| Lives in eternity's sun rise t1134
N-"I_heardAnAngel"1; E470| I heard an Angel singing
N-"I_heardAnAngel"2; E470| When the day was springing
N-"I_heardAnAngel"3; E470| Mercy Pity Peace t1136
N-"I_heardAnAngel"4; E470| Is the worlds release
N-"I_heardAnAngel"5; E470| Thus he sung all day
N-"I_heardAnAngel"6; E470| Over the new mown hay
N-"I_heardAnAngel"7; E470| Till the sun went down
N-"I_heardAnAngel"8; E470| And haycocks looked brown
N-"I_heardAnAngel"9; E470| I heard a Devil curse
N-"I_heardAnAngel"10; E470| Over the heath & the furze
N-"I_heardAnAngel"11; E470| Mercy could be no more
N-"I_heardAnAngel"12; E470| If there was nobody poor
N-"I_heardAnAngel"13; E470| And pity no more could be
N-"I_heardAnAngel"14; E470| If all were as happy as we
N-"I_heardAnAngel"15; E470| At his curse the sun went down t1137
N-"I_heardAnAngel"16; E470| And the heavens gave a frown
N-"I_heardAnAngel"17; E471| Down pourd the heavy rain t1138
N-"I_heardAnAngel"18; E471| Over the new reapd grain
N-"I_heardAnAngel"19; E471| And Miseries increase t1139
N-"I_heardAnAngel"20; E471| Is Mercy Pity Peace
N-"SilentSilentNight"1; E471| Silent Silent Night
N-"SilentSilentNight"2; E471| Quench the holy light
N-"SilentSilentNight"3; E471| Of thy torches bright
N-"SilentSilentNight"4; E471| For possessd of Day
N-"SilentSilentNight"5; E471| Thousand spirits stray
N-"SilentSilentNight"6; E471| That sweet joys betray
N-"SilentSilentNight"7; E471| Why should joys be sweet
N-"SilentSilentNight"8; E471| Used with deceit
N-"SilentSilentNight"9; E471| Nor with sorrows meet
N-"SilentSilentNight"10; E471| But an honest joy
N-"SilentSilentNight"11; E471| Does itself destroy
N-"SilentSilentNight"12; E471| For a harlot coy
N-title; E471| To Nobodaddy t1140
N-ToNobodaddy1; E471| Why art thou silent & invisible
N-ToNobodaddy2; E471| Father of jealousy t1141
N-ToNobodaddy3; E471| Why dost thou hide thyself in clouds
N-ToNobodaddy4; E471| From every searching Eye
N-ToNobodaddy5; E471| Why darkness & obscurity
N-ToNobodaddy6; E471| In all thy words & laws
N-ToNobodaddy7; E471| That none dare eat the fruit but from
N-ToNobodaddy8; E471| The wily serpents jaws
N-ToNobodaddy9; E471| Or is it because Secresy t1142
N-ToNobodaddy10; E471| gains females loud applause t1143
N-"AreNotTheJoys"1; E471| Are not the joys of morning sweeter
N-"AreNotTheJoys"2; E471| Than the joys of night
N-"AreNotTheJoys"3; E471| And are the vigrous joys of youth
N-"AreNotTheJoys"4; E471| Ashamed of the light
N-"AreNotTheJoys"5; E471| Let age & sickness silent rob
N-"AreNotTheJoys"6; E471| The vineyards in the night
N-"AreNotTheJoys"7; E472| But those who burn with vigrous youth
N-"AreNotTheJoys"8; E472| Pluck fruits before the light
N-"HowCamePride"1; E472| How came pride in Man
N-"HowCamePride"2; E472| From Mary it began
N-"HowCamePride"3; E472| How Contempt & Scorn
N-"HowCamePride"4; E472| What a world is Man
N-"HowCamePride"5; E472| His Earth
ED; E472| [How to know Love from Deceit] t1145
N-"LoveToFaults"1; E472| Love to faults is always blind
N-"LoveToFaults"2; E472| Always is to joy inclind
N-"LoveToFaults"3; E472| Lawless wingd & unconfind t1146
N-"LoveToFaults"4; E472| And breaks all chains from every mind
N-"LoveToFaults"5; E472| Deceit to secresy confind t1147
N-"LoveToFaults"6; E472| Lawful cautious & refind t1148
N-"LoveToFaults"7; E472| To every thing but interest blind t1149
N-"LoveToFaults"8; E472| And forges fetters for the mind t1150
N-title; E472| The wild flowers song t1151
N-TheWildFlowersSong1; E472| As I wanderd the forest
N-TheWildFlowersSong2; E472| The green leaves among
N-TheWildFlowersSong3; E472| I heard a wild flower t1152
N-TheWildFlowersSong4; E472| Singing a Song
N-TheWildFlowersSong5; E472| I slept in the earth t1153
N-TheWildFlowersSong6; E472| in the silent night
N-TheWildFlowersSong7; E472| I murmurd my fears
N-TheWildFlowersSong8; E472| And I felt delight
N-TheWildFlowersSong9; E472| In the morning I went
N-TheWildFlowersSong10; E472| As rosy as morn
N-TheWildFlowersSong11; E472| To seek for new Joy
N-TheWildFlowersSong12; E472| But I met with scorn
N-title; E473| Soft Snow t1154
N-SoftSnow1; E473| I walked abroad in a snowy day
N-SoftSnow2; E473| I askd the soft snow with me to play
N-SoftSnow3; E473| She playd & she melted in all her prime
N-SoftSnow4; E473| And the winter calld it a dreadful crime t1155
ED; E473| *
N-title; E473| Merlins prophecy
N-MerlinsProphecy1; E473| The harvest shall flourish in wintry Weather
N-MerlinsProphecy2; E473| When two virginities meet together
N-MerlinsProphecy3; E473| The King & the Priest must be tied in a tether
N-MerlinsProphecy4; E473| Before two virgins can meet together
N-"WhyShouldICare"1; E473| Why should I care for the men of thames
N-"WhyShouldICare"2; E473| Or the cheating waves of charterd streams
N-"WhyShouldICare"3; E473| Or shrink at the little blasts of fear
N-"WhyShouldICare"4; E473| That the hireling blows into my ear
N-"WhyShouldICare"5; E473| Tho born on the cheating banks of Thames
N-"WhyShouldICare"6; E473| Tho his waters bathed my infant limbs
N-"WhyShouldICare"7; E473| The Ohio shall wash his stains from me t1157
N-"WhyShouldICare"8; E473| I was born a slave but I go to be free t1158
N-Day1; E473| The Sun arises in the East t1160
N-Day2; E473| Clothd in robes of blood & gold
N-Day3; E473| Swords & spears & wrath increast
N-Day4; E473| All around his bosom rolld t1161
N-Day5; E473| Crownd with warlike fires & raging desires
N-"TheSwordSung"1; E473| The sword sung on the barren heath
N-"TheSwordSung"2; E473| The sickle in the fruitful field
N-"TheSwordSung"3; E473| The sword he sung a song of death
N-"TheSwordSung"4; E473| But could not make the sickle yield
N-"AbstinenceSows"1; E474| Abstinence sows sand all over
N-"AbstinenceSows"2; E474| The ruddy limbs & flaming hair t1162
N-"AbstinenceSows"3; E474| But Desire Gratified
N-"AbstinenceSows"4; E474| Plants fruits of life & beauty there
N-"InAwife"1; E474| In a wife I would desire
N-"InAwife"2; E474| What in whores is always found
N-"InAwife"3; E474| The lineaments of Gratified desire
N-title; E474| Lacedemonian Instruction
N-Lacedemonian1; E474| Come hither my boy tell me what thou seest there
N-Lacedemonian2; E474| A fool tangled in a religious snare
N-"AnOldMaid"1; E474| An old maid early eer I knew
N-"AnOldMaid"2; E474| Ought but the love that on me grew
N-"AnOldMaid"3; E474| And now Im coverd oer & oer
N-"AnOldMaid"4; E474| And wish that I had been a Whore
N-"AnOldMaid"5; E474| O I cannot cannot find
N-"AnOldMaid"6; E474| The undaunted courage of a Virgin Mind
N-"AnOldMaid"7; E474| For Early I in love was crost
N-"AnOldMaid"8; E474| Before my flower of love was lost
N-title; E474| Several Questions Answerd t1164
N-SeveralQues1; E474| He who binds to himself a joy
N-SeveralQues2; E474| Doth the winged life destroy
N-SeveralQues3; E474| But he who kisses the joy as it flies
N-SeveralQues4; E474| Lives in Eternitys sun rise
N-SeveralQues5; E474| The look of love alarms
N-SeveralQues6; E474| Because tis filld with fire
N-SeveralQues7; E474| But the look of soft deceit
N-SeveralQues8; E474| Shall Win the lovers hire
N-SeveralQues9; E474| Soft deceit & Idleness
N-SeveralQues10; E474| These are Beautys sweetest dress t1165
N-SeveralQues11; E474| What is it men in women do require t1166
N-SeveralQues12; E474| The lineaments of Gratified Desire
N-SeveralQues13; E475| What is it women do in men require t1167
N-SeveralQues14; E475| The lineaments of Gratified Desire
N-SeveralQues15; E475| An ancient Proverb
N-SeveralQues16; E475| Remove away that blackning church
N-SeveralQues17; E475| Remove away that marriage hearse
N-SeveralQues18; E475| Remove away that________of blood t1168
N-SeveralQues19; E475| Youll quite remove the ancient curse t1169
N-title; E475| The Fairy t1170
N-TheFairy1; E475| Come hither my sparrows
N-TheFairy2; E475| My little arrows
N-TheFairy3; E475| If a tear or a smile
N-TheFairy4; E475| Will a man beguile
N-TheFairy5; E475| If an amorous delay
N-TheFairy6; E475| Clouds a sunshiny day
N-TheFairy7; E475| If the step of a foot t1171
N-TheFairy8; E475| Smites the heart to its root
N-TheFairy9; E475| Tis the marriage ring
N-TheFairy10; E475| Makes each fairy a king
N-TheFairy11; E475| So a fairy sung
N-TheFairy12; E475| From the leaves I sprung
N-TheFairy13; E475| He leapd from the spray
N-TheFairy14; E475| To flee away
N-TheFairy15; E475| But in my hat caught t1172
N-TheFairy16; E475| He soon shall be taught
N-TheFairy17; E475| Let him laugh let him cry
N-TheFairy18; E475| Hes my butterfly t1173
N-TheFairy19; E475| For I've pulld out the Sting
N-TheFairy20; E475| Of the marriage ring
N-TheKid1; E475| Thou little Kid didst play
N-TheKid2; E475| &c t1174
N-"MySpectre"1; E475| My Spectre around me night & day
N-"MySpectre"2; E475| Like a Wild beast guards my way
N-"MySpectre"3; E475| My Emanation far within t1176
N-"MySpectre"4; E475| Weeps incessantly for my Sin
N-"MySpectre"5; E476| A Fathomless & boundless deep
N-"MySpectre"6; E476| There we wander there we weep
N-"MySpectre"7; E476| On the hungry craving wind
N-"MySpectre"8; E476| My Spectre follows thee behind
N-"MySpectre"9; E476| He scents thy footsteps in the snow
N-"MySpectre"10; E476| Wheresoever thou dost go
N-"MySpectre"11; E476| Thro the wintry hail & rain
N-"MySpectre"12; E476| When wilt thou return again
N-"MySpectre"13; E476| Dost thou not in Pride & scorn t1177
N-"MySpectre"14; E476| Fill with tempests all my morn
N-"MySpectre"15; E476| And with jealousies & fears
N-"MySpectre"16; E476| Fill my pleasant nights with tears
N-"MySpectre"17; E476| Seven of my sweet loves thy knife
N-"MySpectre"18; E476| Has bereaved of their life
N-"MySpectre"19; E476| Their marble tombs I built with tears t1178
N-"MySpectre"20; E476| And with cold & shuddering fears
N-"MySpectre"21; E476| Seven more loves weep night & day
N-"MySpectre"22; E476| Round the tombs where my loves lay
N-"MySpectre"23; E476| And seven more loves attend each night
N-"MySpectre"24; E476| Around my couch with torches bright
N-"MySpectre"25; E476| And seven more Loves in my bed
N-"MySpectre"26; E476| Crown with wine my mournful head t1179
N-"MySpectre"27; E476| Pitying & forgiving all
N-"MySpectre"28; E476| Thy transgressions great & small
N-"MySpectre"29; E476| When wilt thou return & view
N-"MySpectre"30; E476| My loves & them to life renew
N-"MySpectre"31; E476| When wilt thou return & live
N-"MySpectre"32; E476| When wilt thou pity as I forgive t1180
N-"MySpectre"33; E476| Never Never I return t1181
N-"MySpectre"34; E476| Still for Victory I burn
N-"MySpectre"35; E476| Living thee alone Ill have
N-"MySpectre"36; E476| And when dead Ill be thy Grave
N-"MySpectre"37; E476| Thro the Heavn & Earth & Hell
N-"MySpectre"38; E476| Thou shalt never never quell
N-"MySpectre"39; E476| I will fly & thou pursue
N-"MySpectre"40; E476| Night & Morn the flight renew
N-"MySpectre"41; E476| Till I turn from Female Love t1182
N-"MySpectre"42; E476| And root up the Infernal Grove t1183
N-"MySpectre"43; E476| I shall never worthy be t1184
N-"MySpectre"44; E476| To Step into Eternity
N-"MySpectre"45; E477| And to end thy cruel mocks t1185
N-"MySpectre"46; E477| Annihilate thee on the rocks t1186
N-"MySpectre"47; E477| And another form create
N-"MySpectre"48; E477| To be subservient to my Fate
N-"MySpectre"49; E477| Let us agree to give up Love
N-"MySpectre"50; E477| And root up the infernal grove
N-"MySpectre"51; E477| Then shall we return & see
N-"MySpectre"52; E477| The worlds of happy Eternity
N-"MySpectre"53; E477| & Throughout all Eternity t1187
N-"MySpectre"54; E477| I forgive you you forgive me
N-"MySpectre"55; E477| As our dear Redeemer said
N-"MySpectre"56; E477| This the Wine & this the Bread
N-[MySpectrePS]1; E477| Oer my Sins Thou sit & moan t1188
N-[MySpectrePS]2; E477| Hast thou no Sins of thy own t1189
N-[MySpectrePS]3; E477| Oer my Sins thou sit & weep t1190
N-[MySpectrePS]4; E477| And lull thy own Sins fast asleep t1191
N-[MySpectrePS]5; E477| What Transgressions I commit
N-[MySpectrePS]6; E477| Are for thy Transgressions fit
N-[MySpectrePS]7; E477| They thy Harlots thou their Slave
N-[MySpectrePS]8; E477| And my Bed becomes their Grave
N-[MySpectrePS]9; E477| Poor pale pitiable form
N-[MySpectrePS]10; E477| That I follow in a Storm
N-[MySpectrePS]11; E477| Iron tears & groans of lead
N-[MySpectrePS]12; E477| Bind around my akeing head
N-[MySpectrePS]13; E477| And let us go to the highest downs
N-[MySpectrePS]14; E477| With many pleasing wiles
N-[MySpectrePS]15; E477| The Woman that does not love your Frowns
N-[MySpectrePS]16; E477| Will never embrace your smiles
N-"MockOn"1; E477| Mock on Mock on Voltaire Rousseau
N-"MockOn"2; E477| Mock on Mock on! tis all in vain!
N-"MockOn"3; E477| You throw the sand against the wind
N-"MockOn"4; E477| And the wind blows it back again t1192
N-"MockOn"5; E477| And every sand becomes a Gem
N-"MockOn"6; E477| Reflected in the beams divine
N-"MockOn"7; E477| Blown back they blind the mocking Eye t1193
N-"MockOn"8; E477| But still in Israels paths they shine
N-"MockOn"9; E478| The Atoms of Democritus
N-"MockOn"10; E478| And Newtons Particles of light
N-"MockOn"11; E478| Are sands upon the Red sea shore
N-"MockOn"12; E478| Where Israels tents do shine so bright
ED; E478| *
N-title; E478| Morning
N-Morning1; E478| To find the western path
N-Morning2; E478| Right thro the gates of Wrath
N-Morning3; E478| I urge my way
N-Morning4; E478| Sweet Mercy leads me on
N-Morning5; E478| With soft repentant moan
N-Morning6; E478| I see the break of day
N-Morning7; E478| The war of swords & spears
N-Morning8; E478| Melted by dewy tears
N-Morning9; E478| Exhales on high
N-Morning10; E478| The Sun is freed from fears
N-Morning11; E478| And with soft grateful tears
N-Morning12; E478| Ascends the sky
N-"TerrorIn"1; E478| Terror in the house does roar
N-"TerrorIn"2; E478| But Pity stands before the door
N-TheBirds1; E478| He. Where thou dwellest in what Grove
N-TheBirds2; E478| Tell me Fair one tell me love
N-TheBirds3; E478| Where thou thy charming Nest dost build
N-TheBirds4; E478| O thou pride of every field
N-TheBirds5; E478| She. Yonder stands a lonely tree
N-TheBirds6; E478| There I live & mourn for thee
N-TheBirds7; E478| Morning drinks my silent tear
N-TheBirds8; E478| And evening winds my sorrows bear
N-TheBirds9; E478| He. O thou Summers harmony
N-TheBirds10; E478| I have livd & mournd for thee
N-TheBirds11; E478| Each day I mourn along the wood
N-TheBirds12; E478| And night hath heard my sorrows loud
N-TheBirds13; E478| She. Dost thou truly long for me
N-TheBirds14; E478| And am I thus sweet to thee
N-TheBirds15; E478| Sorrow now is at an End
N-TheBirds16; E478| O my Lover & my Friend
N-TheBirds17; E479| He. Come on wings of joy well fly
N-TheBirds18; E479| To where my Bower hangs on high
N-TheBirds19; E479| Come & make thy calm retreat
N-TheBirds20; E479| Among green leaves & blossoms sweet
N-"WhyWasCupid"1; E479| Why was Cupid a Boy
N-"WhyWasCupid"2; E479| And why a boy was he
N-"WhyWasCupid"3; E479| He should have been a Girl
N-"WhyWasCupid"4; E479| For ought that I can see
N-"WhyWasCupid"5; E479| For he shoots with his bow
N-"WhyWasCupid"6; E479| And the Girl shoots with her Eye
N-"WhyWasCupid"7; E479| And they both are merry & glad
N-"WhyWasCupid"8; E479| And laugh when we do cry
N-"WhyWasCupid"9; E479| And to make Cupid a Boy t1194
N-"WhyWasCupid"10; E479| Was the Cupid Girls mocking plan t1195
N-"WhyWasCupid"11; E479| For a boy cant interpret the thing t1196
N-"WhyWasCupid"12; E479| Till he is become a man
N-"WhyWasCupid"13; E479| And then hes so piercd with care
N-"WhyWasCupid"14; E479| And wounded with arrowy smarts
N-"WhyWasCupid"15; E479| That the whole business of his life
N-"WhyWasCupid"16; E479| Is to pick out the heads of the darts
N-"WhyWasCupid"17; E479| Twas the Greeks love of war
N-"WhyWasCupid"18; E479| Turnd Love into a Boy
N-"WhyWasCupid"19; E479| And Woman into a Statue of Stone
N-"WhyWasCupid"20; E479| And away fled every joy
N-"NowArtHasLost"1; E479| Now Art has lost its mental Charms t1197
N-"NowArtHasLost"2; E479| France shall subdue the World in Arms
N-"NowArtHasLost"3; E479| So spoke an Angel at my birth
N-"NowArtHasLost"4; E479| Then said Descend thou upon Earth
N-"NowArtHasLost"5; E479| Renew the Arts on Britains Shore
N-"NowArtHasLost"6; E479| And France shall fall down & adore
N-"NowArtHasLost"7; E479| With works of Art their Armies meet
N-"NowArtHasLost"8; E479| And War shall sink beneath thy feet t1198
N-"NowArtHasLost"9; E479| But if thy Nation Arts refuse
N-"NowArtHasLost"10; E479| And if they scorn the immortal Muse
N-"NowArtHasLost"11; E479| France shall the arts of Peace restore
N-"NowArtHasLost"12; E479| And save thee from the Ungrateful shore t1199
N-"NowArtHasLost"13; E479| Spirit who lovst Brittannias Isle t1200
N-"NowArtHasLost"14; E479| Round which the Fiends of Commerce smile t1201
ED; E479| [unfinished]
ED; E480| [Dedication to Blake's Illustrations to Blair's Grave, printed 1808]
title; E480| TO THE QUEEN t1202
ToTheQueen1; E480| The Door of Death is made of Gold,
ToTheQueen2; E480| That Mortal Eyes cannot behold;
ToTheQueen3; E480| But, when the Mortal Eyes are clos'd,
ToTheQueen4; E480| And cold and pale the Limbs repos'd,
ToTheQueen5; E480| The Soul awakes; and, wond'ring, sees
ToTheQueen6; E480| In her mild Hand the golden Keys:
ToTheQueen7; E480| The Grave is Heaven's golden Gate,
ToTheQueen8; E480| And rich and poor around it wait;
ToTheQueen9; E480| O Shepherdess of England's Fold,
ToTheQueen10; E480| Behold this Gate of Pearl and Gold!
ToTheQueen11; E480| To dedicate to England's Queen
ToTheQueen12; E480| The Visions that my Soul has seen,
ToTheQueen13; E480| And, by Her kind permission, bring
ToTheQueen14; E480| What I have borne on solemn Wing,
ToTheQueen15; E480| From the vast regions of the Grave,
ToTheQueen16; E480| Before Her Throne my Wings I wave;
ToTheQueen17; E480| Bowing before my Sov'reign's Feet,
ToTheQueen18; E480| "The Grave produc'd these Blossoms sweet
ToTheQueen19; E480| "In mild repose from Earthly strife;
ToTheQueen20; E480| "The Blossoms of Eternal Life!"
ToTheQueen; E480| WILLIAM BLAKE
ED; E480| [From Blake's Notebook]
N-"TheCavernsOfTheGrave"1; E480| The Caverns of the Grave Ive seen t1203
N-"TheCavernsOfTheGrave"2; E480| And these I shewd to Englands Queen
N-"TheCavernsOfTheGrave"3; E480| But now the Caves of Hell I view t1204
N-"TheCavernsOfTheGrave"4; E480| Who shall I dare to shew them to
N-"TheCavernsOfTheGrave"5; E480| What mighty Soul in Beautys form t1205
N-"TheCavernsOfTheGrave"6; E480| Shall dauntless View the Infernal Storm t1206
N-"TheCavernsOfTheGrave"7; E480| Egremonts Countess can controll t1207
N-"TheCavernsOfTheGrave"8; E480| The flames of Hell that round me roll t1208
N-"TheCavernsOfTheGrave"9; E480| If she refuse I still go on
N-"TheCavernsOfTheGrave"10; E480| Till the Heavens & Earth are gone
N-"TheCavernsOfTheGrave"11; E480| Still admird by Noble minds t1209
N-"TheCavernsOfTheGrave"12; E480| Followd by Envy on the winds
N-"TheCavernsOfTheGrave"13; E480| Reengravd Time after Time
N-"TheCavernsOfTheGrave"14; E480| Ever in their Youthful prime
N-"TheCavernsOfTheGrave"15; E480| My Designs unchangd remain t1210
N-"TheCavernsOfTheGrave"16; E480| Time may rage but rage in vain
N-"TheCavernsOfTheGrave"17; E480| For above Times troubled Fountains
N-"TheCavernsOfTheGrave"18; E481| On the Great Atlantic Mountains
N-"TheCavernsOfTheGrave"19; E481| In my Golden House on high
N-"TheCavernsOfTheGrave"20; E481| There they Shine Eternally
N-"I_roseUp"1; E481| I rose up at the dawn of day
N-"I_roseUp"2; E481| Get thee away get thee away
N-"I_roseUp"3; E481| Prayst thou for Riches away away
N-"I_roseUp"4; E481| This is the Throne of Mammon grey
N-"I_roseUp"5; E481| Said I this sure is very odd
N-"I_roseUp"6; E481| I took it to be the Throne of God
N-"I_roseUp"7; E481| For every Thing besides I have
N-"I_roseUp"8; E481| It is only for Riches that I can crave
N-"I_roseUp"9; E481| I have Mental Joy & Mental Health
N-"I_roseUp"10; E481| And Mental Friends & Mental wealth t1211
N-"I_roseUp"11; E481| Ive a Wife I love & that loves me
N-"I_roseUp"12; E481| Ive all But Riches Bodily
N-"I_roseUp"13; E481| I am in Gods presence night & day t1212
N-"I_roseUp"14; E481| And he never turns his face away
N-"I_roseUp"15; E481| The accuser of sins by my side does stand
N-"I_roseUp"16; E481| And he holds my money bag in his hand
N-"I_roseUp"17; E481| For my worldly things God makes him pay t1213
N-"I_roseUp"18; E481| And hed pay for more if to him I would pray
N-"I_roseUp"19; E481| And so you may do the worst you can do
N-"I_roseUp"20; E481| Be assurd Mr Devil I wont pray to you
N-"I_roseUp"21; E481| Then If for Riches I must not Pray
N-"I_roseUp"22; E481| God knows I little of Prayers need say
N-"I_roseUp"23; E481| So as a Church is known by its Steeple t1214
N-"I_roseUp"24; E481| If I pray it must be for other People t1215
N-"I_roseUp"25; E481| He says if I do not worship him for a God
N-"I_roseUp"26; E481| I shall eat coarser food & go worse shod
N-"I_roseUp"27; E481| So as I dont value such things as these
N-"I_roseUp"28; E481| You must do Mr Devil just as God please
ED; E481| [A Separate Manuscript]
"AFairySkipd"1; E481| A fairy skipd upon my knee t1216
"AFairySkipd"2; E481| Singing & dancing merrily
"AFairySkipd"3; E481| I said Thou thing of patches rings
"AFairySkipd"4; E481| Pins Necklaces & such like things
"AFairySkipd"5; E481| Disguiser of the Female Form
"AFairySkipd"6; E481| Thou paltry gilded poisnous worm
"AFairySkipd"7; E481| Weeping he fell upon my thigh
"AFairySkipd"8; E482| And thus in tears did soft reply
"AFairySkipd"9; E482| Knowest thou not O Fairies Lord
"AFairySkipd"10; E482| How much by us Contemnd Abhorrd
"AFairySkipd"11; E482| Whatever hides the Female form
"AFairySkipd"12; E482| That cannot bear the Mental storm
"AFairySkipd"13; E482| Therefore in Pity still we give
"AFairySkipd"14; E482| Our lives to make the Female live
"AFairySkipd"15; E482| And what would turn into disease
"AFairySkipd"16; E482| We turn to what will joy & please
ED; E482| [With Blake's Illustrations to Gray's Poems]
"AroundTheSprings"1; E482| Around the Springs of Gray my wild root weaves
"AroundTheSprings"2; E482| Traveller repose & Dream among my leaves.
"AroundTheSprings"; E482| --WILL. BLAKE
title; E482| To Mrs Ann Flaxman t1217
ToMrsAnnFlaxman1; E482| A little Flower grew in a lonely Vale
ToMrsAnnFlaxman2; E482| Its form was lovely but its colours. pale
ToMrsAnnFlaxman3; E482| One standing in the Porches of the Sun
ToMrsAnnFlaxman4; E482| When his Meridian Glories were begun
ToMrsAnnFlaxman5; E482| Leapd from the steps of fire & on the grass
ToMrsAnnFlaxman6; E482| Alighted where this little flower was
ToMrsAnnFlaxman7; E482| With hands divine he movd the gentle Sod
ToMrsAnnFlaxman8; E482| And took the Flower up in its native Clod
ToMrsAnnFlaxman9; E482| Then planting it upon a Mountains brow
ToMrsAnnFlaxman10; E482| 'Tis your own fault if you dont flourish now
ToMrsAnnFlaxman; E482| WILLIAM BLAKE
ED; E482| [The Pickering Manuscript] t1218
TheSmile1; E482| There is a Smile of Love
TheSmile2; E482| And there is a Smile of Deceit
TheSmile3; E482| And there is a Smile of Smiles
TheSmile4; E482| In which these two Smiles meet
TheSmile5; E482| And there is a Frown of Hate
TheSmile6; E482| And there is a Frown of Disdain
TheSmile7; E482| And there is a Frown of Frowns
TheSmile8; E482| Which you strive to forget in vain
TheSmile9; E483| For it sticks in the Hearts deep Core
TheSmile10; E483| And it sticks in the deep Back bone
TheSmile11; E483| And no Smile that ever was smild
TheSmile12; E483| But only one Smile alone
TheSmile13; E483| That betwixt the Cradle & Grave
TheSmile14; E483| It only once Smild can be
TheSmile15; E483| But when it once is Smild
TheSmile16; E483| Theres an end to all Misery
title; E483| The Golden Net t1219
TheGoldenNet1; E483| Three Virgins at the break of day <t1220
TheGoldenNet2; E483| Whither young Man whither away
TheGoldenNet3; E483| Alas for woe! alas for woe! t1221
TheGoldenNet4; E483| They cry & tears for ever flow
TheGoldenNet5; E483| The one was Clothd in flames of fire t1222
TheGoldenNet6; E483| The other Clothd in iron wire t1223
TheGoldenNet7; E483| The other Clothd in tears & sighs t1224
TheGoldenNet8; E483| Dazling bright before my Eyes
TheGoldenNet9; E483| They bore a Net of Golden twine
TheGoldenNet10; E483| To hang upon the Branches fine
TheGoldenNet11; E483| Pitying I wept to see the woe t1225
TheGoldenNet12; E483| That Love & Beauty undergo
TheGoldenNet13; E483| To be consumd in burning Fires
TheGoldenNet14; E483| And in ungratified Desires
TheGoldenNet15; E483| And in tears clothd Night & day
TheGoldenNet16; E483| Melted all my Soul away
TheGoldenNet17; E483| When they saw my Tears a Smile
TheGoldenNet18; E483| That did Heaven itself beguile
TheGoldenNet19; E483| Bore the Golden Net aloft
TheGoldenNet20; E483| As on downy Pinions soft t1226
TheGoldenNet21; E483| Over the Morning of my Day t1227
TheGoldenNet22; E483| Underneath the Net I stray
TheGoldenNet23; E483| Now intreating Burning Fire t1228
TheGoldenNet24; E483| Now intreating Iron Wire t1229
TheGoldenNet25; E483| Now intreating Tears & Sighs
TheGoldenNet26; E483| O when will the morning rise t1230
title; E483| The Mental Traveller t1231
MentalTraveller1; E483| I traveld thro' a Land of Men
MentalTraveller2; E483| A Land of Men & Women too
MentalTraveller3; E483| And heard & saw such dreadful things
MentalTraveller4; E483| As cold Earth wanderers never knew
MentalTraveller5; E483| For there the Babe is born in joy
MentalTraveller6; E483| That was begotten in dire woe
MentalTraveller7; E484| Just as we Reap in joy the fruit
MentalTraveller8; E484| Which we in bitter tears did sow
MentalTraveller9; E484| And if the Babe is born a Boy
MentalTraveller10; E484| He's given to a Woman Old
MentalTraveller11; E484| Who nails him down upon a rock
MentalTraveller12; E484| Catches his Shrieks in Cups of gold
MentalTraveller13; E484| She binds iron thorns around his head
MentalTraveller14; E484| She pierces both his hands & feet
MentalTraveller15; E484| She cuts his heart out at his side
MentalTraveller16; E484| To make it feel both cold & heat
MentalTraveller17; E484| Her fingers number every Nerve
MentalTraveller18; E484| just as a Miser counts his gold
MentalTraveller19; E484| She lives upon his shrieks & cries
MentalTraveller20; E484| And She grows young as he grows old
MentalTraveller21; E484| Till he becomes a bleeding youth
MentalTraveller22; E484| And she becomes a Virgin bright
MentalTraveller23; E484| Then he rends up his Manacles
MentalTraveller24; E484| And binds her down for his delight
MentalTraveller25; E484| He plants himself in all her Nerves
MentalTraveller26; E484| Just as a Husbandman his mould
MentalTraveller27; E484| And She becomes his dwelling place
MentalTraveller28; E484| And Garden fruitful Seventy fold
MentalTraveller29; E484| An aged Shadow soon he fades
MentalTraveller30; E484| Wandring round an Earthly Cot
MentalTraveller31; E484| Full filled all with gems & gold
MentalTraveller32; E484| Which he by industry had got
MentalTraveller33; E484| And these are the gems of the Human Soul
MentalTraveller34; E484| The rubies & pearls of a lovesick eye
MentalTraveller35; E484| The countless gold of the akeing heart
MentalTraveller36; E484| The martyrs groan & the lovers sigh
MentalTraveller37; E484| They are his meat they are his drink
MentalTraveller38; E484| He feeds the Beggar & the Poor
MentalTraveller39; E484| And the way faring Traveller
MentalTraveller40; E484| For ever open is his door
MentalTraveller41; E484| His grief is their eternal joy
MentalTraveller42; E484| They make the roofs & walls to ring
MentalTraveller43; E484| Till from the fire on the hearth
MentalTraveller44; E484| A little Female Babe does spring
MentalTraveller45; E484| And she is all of solid fire
MentalTraveller46; E484| And gems & gold that none his hand
MentalTraveller47; E485| Dares stretch to touch her Baby form
MentalTraveller48; E485| Or wrap her in his swaddling-band
MentalTraveller49; E485| But She comes to the Man she loves
MentalTraveller50; E485| If young or old or rich or poor
MentalTraveller51; E485| They soon drive out the aged Host
MentalTraveller52; E485| A Begger at anothers door
MentalTraveller53; E485| He wanders weeping far away
MentalTraveller54; E485| Untill some other take him in
MentalTraveller55; E485| Oft blind & age-bent sore distrest
MentalTraveller56; E485| Untill he can a Maiden win
MentalTraveller57; E485| And to Allay his freezing Age
MentalTraveller58; E485| The Poor Man takes her in his arms
MentalTraveller59; E485| The Cottage fades before his Sight
MentalTraveller60; E485| The Garden & its lovely Charms
MentalTraveller61; E485| The Guests are scatterd thro' the land
MentalTraveller62; E485| For the Eye altering alters all
MentalTraveller63; E485| The Senses roll themselves in fear
MentalTraveller64; E485| And the flat Earth becomes a Ball
MentalTraveller65; E485| The Stars Sun Moon all shrink away
MentalTraveller66; E485| A desart vast without a bound
MentalTraveller67; E485| And nothing left to eat or drink
MentalTraveller68; E485| And a dark desart all around
MentalTraveller69; E485| The honey of her Infant lips
MentalTraveller70; E485| The bread & wine of her sweet smile
MentalTraveller71; E485| The wild game of her roving Eye
MentalTraveller72; E485| Does him to Infancy beguile
MentalTraveller73; E485| For as he eats & drinks he grows
MentalTraveller74; E485| Younger & younger every day
MentalTraveller75; E485| And on the desart wild they both
MentalTraveller76; E485| Wander in terror & dismay
MentalTraveller77; E485| Like the wild Stag she flees away
MentalTraveller78; E485| Her fear plants many a thicket wild
MentalTraveller79; E485| While he pursues her night & day
MentalTraveller80; E485| By various arts of Love beguild
MentalTraveller81; E485| By various arts of Love & Hate
MentalTraveller82; E485| Till the wide desart planted oer
MentalTraveller83; E485| With Labyrinths of wayward Love
MentalTraveller84; E485| Where roams the Lion Wolf & Boar t1232
MentalTraveller85; E485| Till he becomes a wayward Babe t1233
MentalTraveller86; E485| And she a weeping Woman Old t1234
MentalTraveller87; E486| Then many a Lover wanders here
MentalTraveller88; E486| The Sun & Stars are nearer rolld
MentalTraveller89; E486| The trees bring forth sweet Extacy
MentalTraveller90; E486| To all who in the desart roam
MentalTraveller91; E486| Till many a City there is Built
MentalTraveller92; E486| And many a pleasant Shepherds home
MentalTraveller93; E486| But when they find the frowning Babe
MentalTraveller94; E486| Terror strikes thro the region wide
MentalTraveller95; E486| They cry the Babe the Babe is Born
MentalTraveller96; E486| And flee away on Every side t1235
MentalTraveller97; E486| For who dare touch the frowning form
MentalTraveller98; E486| His arm is witherd to its root
MentalTraveller99; E486| Lions Boars Wolves all howling flee
MentalTraveller100; E486| And every Tree does shed its fruit
MentalTraveller101; E486| And none can touch that frowning form
MentalTraveller102; E486| Except it be a Woman Old
MentalTraveller103; E486| She nails him down upon the Rock
MentalTraveller104; E486| And all is done as I have told
title; E486| The Land of Dreams
TheLandOfDreams1; E486| Awake awake my little Boy
TheLandOfDreams2; E486| Thou wast thy Mothers only joy
TheLandOfDreams3; E486| Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep
TheLandOfDreams4; E486| Awake thy Father does thee keep
TheLandOfDreams5; E486| O what Land is the Land of Dreams
TheLandOfDreams6; E486| What are its Mountains & what are its Streams
TheLandOfDreams7; E486| O Father I saw my Mother there
TheLandOfDreams8; E486| Among the Lillies by waters fair
TheLandOfDreams9; E486| Among the Lambs clothed in white
TheLandOfDreams10; E486| She walkd with her Thomas in sweet delight
TheLandOfDreams11; E486| I wept for joy like a dove I mourn
TheLandOfDreams12; E486| O when shall I again return
TheLandOfDreams13; E486| Dear Child I also by pleasant Streams
TheLandOfDreams14; E486| Have wanderd all Night in the Land of Dreams
TheLandOfDreams15; E486| But tho calm & warm the Waters wide
TheLandOfDreams16; E486| 1 could not get to the other side
TheLandOfDreams17; E486| Father O Father what do we here
TheLandOfDreams18; E486| In this Land of unbelief & fear
TheLandOfDreams19; E487| The Land of Dreams is better far
TheLandOfDreams20; E487| Above the light of the Morning Star
Mary1; E487| Sweet Mary the first time she ever was there
Mary2; E487| Came into the Ball room among the Fair
Mary3; E487| The young Men & Maidens around her throng
Mary4; E487| And these are the words upon every tongue
Mary5; E487| An Angel is here from the heavenly Climes
Mary6; E487| Or again does return the Golden times t1237
Mary7; E487| Her eyes outshine every brilliant ray
Mary8; E487| She opens her lips tis the Month of May
Mary9; E487| Mary moves in soft beauty & conscious delight
Mary10; E487| To augment with sweet smiles all the joys of the Night
Mary11; E487| Nor once blushes to own to the rest of the Fair
Mary12; E487| That sweet Love & Beauty are worthy our care
Mary13; E487| In the Morning the Villagers rose with delight
Mary14; E487| And repeated with pleasure the joys of the night
Mary15; E487| And Mary arose among Friends to be free
Mary16; E487| But no Friend from henceforward thou Mary shalt see
Mary17; E487| Some said she was proud some calld her a whore
Mary18; E487| And some when she passed by shut to the door
Mary19; E487| A damp cold came oer her her blushes all fled
Mary20; E487| Her lillies & roses are blighted & shed
Mary21; E487| O why was I born with a different Face
Mary22; E487| Why was I not born like this Envious Race t1238
Mary23; E487| Why did Heaven adorn me with bountiful hand
Mary24; E487| And then set me down in an envious Land
Mary25; E487| To be weak as a Lamb & smooth as a Dove
Mary26; E487| And not to raise Envy is calld Christian Love
Mary27; E487| But if you raise Envy your Merits to blame
Mary28; E487| For planting such spite in the weak & the tame
Mary29; E487| I will humble my Beauty I will not dress fine
Mary30; E487| I will keep from the Ball & my Eyes shall not shine
Mary31; E487| And if any Girls Lover forsakes her for me
Mary32; E487| I'll refuse him my hand & from Envy be free t1239
Mary33; E487| She went out in Morning attird plain & neat
Mary34; E487| Proud Marys gone Mad said the Child in the Street
Mary35; E488| She went out in Morning in plain neat attire
Mary36; E488| And came home in Evening bespatterd with mire
Mary37; E488| She trembled & wept sitting on the Bed side
Mary38; E488| She forgot it was Night & she trembled & cried
Mary39; E488| She forgot it was Night she forgot it was Morn
Mary40; E488| Her soft Memory imprinted with Faces of Scorn
Mary41; E488| With Faces of Scorn & with Eyes of disdain
Mary42; E488| Like foul Fiends inhabiting Marys mild Brain
Mary43; E488| She remembers no Face like the Human Divine
Mary44; E488| All Faces have Envy sweet Mary but thine
Mary45; E488| And thine is a Face of sweet Love in Despair
Mary46; E488| And thine is a Face of mild sorrow & care
Mary47; E488| And thine is a Face of wild terror & fear
Mary48; E488| That shall never be quiet till laid on its bier
title; E488| The Crystal Cabinet
CrystalCabinet1; E488| The Maiden caught me in the Wild
CrystalCabinet2; E488| Where I was dancing merrily
CrystalCabinet3; E488| She put me into her Cabinet
CrystalCabinet4; E488| And Lockd me up with a golden Key
CrystalCabinet5; E488| This Cabinet is formd of Gold
CrystalCabinet6; E488| And Pearl & Crystal shining bright
CrystalCabinet7; E488| And within it opens into a World
CrystalCabinet8; E488| And a little lovely Moony Night t1240
CrystalCabinet9; E488| Another England there I saw
CrystalCabinet10; E488| Another London with its Tower
CrystalCabinet11; E488| Another Thames & other Hills
CrystalCabinet12; E488| And another pleasant Surrey Bower
CrystalCabinet13; E488| Another Maiden like herself
CrystalCabinet14; E488| Translucent lovely shining clear
CrystalCabinet15; E488| Threefold each in the other closd
CrystalCabinet16; E488| O what a pleasant trembling fear
CrystalCabinet17; E488| O what a smile a threefold Smile
CrystalCabinet18; E488| Filld me that like a flame I burnd
CrystalCabinet19; E488| I bent to Kiss the lovely Maid
CrystalCabinet20; E488| And found a Threefold Kiss returnd
CrystalCabinet21; E488| I strove to sieze the inmost Form
CrystalCabinet22; E488| With ardor fierce & hands of flame
CrystalCabinet23; E489| But burst the Crystal Cabinet
CrystalCabinet24; E489| And like a Weeping Babe became
CrystalCabinet25; E489| A weeping Babe upon the wild
CrystalCabinet26; E489| And Weeping Woman pale reclind
CrystalCabinet27; E489| And in the outward air again
CrystalCabinet28; E489| I filld with woes the passing Wind
title; E489| The Grey Monk t1241
TheGreyMonk1; E489| I die I die the Mother said
TheGreyMonk2; E489| My Children die for lack of Bread t1242
TheGreyMonk3; E489| What more has the merciless Tyrant said
TheGreyMonk4; E489| The Monk sat down on the Stony Bed t1243
TheGreyMonk5; E489| The blood red ran from the Grey Monks side
TheGreyMonk6; E489| His hands & feet were wounded wide
TheGreyMonk7; E489| His Body bent his arms & knees
TheGreyMonk8; E489| Like to the roots of ancient trees
TheGreyMonk9; E489| His eye was dry no tear could flow
TheGreyMonk10; E489| A hollow groan first spoke his woe
TheGreyMonk11; E489| He trembled & shudderd upon the Bed t1244
TheGreyMonk12; E489| At length with a feeble cry he said
TheGreyMonk13; E489| When God commanded this hand to write t1245
TheGreyMonk14; E489| In the studious hours of deep midnight
TheGreyMonk15; E489| He told me the writing I wrote should prove t1246
TheGreyMonk16; E489| The Bane of all that on Earth I lovd t1247
TheGreyMonk17; E489| My Brother starvd between two Walls
TheGreyMonk18; E489| His Childrens Cry my Soul appalls
TheGreyMonk19; E489| I mockd at the wrack & griding chain t1248
TheGreyMonk20; E489| My bent body mocks their torturing pain t1249
TheGreyMonk21; E489| Thy Father drew his sword in the North
TheGreyMonk22; E489| With his thousands strong he marched forth t1250
TheGreyMonk23; E489| Thy Brother has armd himself in Steel t1251
TheGreyMonk24; E489| To avenge the wrongs thy Children feel t1252
TheGreyMonk25; E489| But vain the Sword & vain the Bow
TheGreyMonk26; E489| They never can work Wars overthrow
TheGreyMonk27; E489| The Hermits Prayer & the Widows tear
TheGreyMonk28; E489| Alone can free the World from fear
TheGreyMonk29; E489| For a Tear is an Intellectual Thing t1253
TheGreyMonk30; E489| And a Sigh is the Sword of an Angel King
TheGreyMonk31; E490| And the bitter groan of the Martyrs woe t1254
TheGreyMonk32; E490| Is an Arrow from the Almighties Bow
TheGreyMonk33; E490| The hand of Vengeance found the Bed t1255
TheGreyMonk34; E490| To which the Purple Tyrant fled
TheGreyMonk35; E490| The iron hand crushd the Tyrants head
TheGreyMonk36; E490| And became a Tyrant in his stead t1256
title; E490| Auguries of Innocence t1257
AuguriesOfInno.1; E490| To see a World in a Grain of Sand
AuguriesOfInno.2; E490| And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
AuguriesOfInno.3; E490| Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
AuguriesOfInno.4; E490| And Eternity in an hour
AuguriesOfInno.5; E490| A Robin Red breast in a Cage
AuguriesOfInno.6; E490| Puts all Heaven in a Rage
AuguriesOfInno.7; E490| A Dove house filld with doves & Pigeons
AuguriesOfInno.8; E490| Shudders Hell thro all its regions
AuguriesOfInno.9; E490| A dog starvd at his Masters Gate
AuguriesOfInno.10; E490| Predicts the ruin of the State
AuguriesOfInno.11; E490| A Horse misusd upon the Road
AuguriesOfInno.12; E490| Calls to Heaven for Human blood
AuguriesOfInno.13; E490| Each outcry of the hunted Hare
AuguriesOfInno.14; E490| A fibre from the Brain does tear
AuguriesOfInno.15; E490| A Skylark wounded in the wing
AuguriesOfInno.16; E490| A Cherubim does cease to sing
AuguriesOfInno.17; E490| The Game Cock clipd & armd for fight
AuguriesOfInno.18; E490| Does the Rising Sun affright
AuguriesOfInno.19; E490| Every Wolfs & Lions howl
AuguriesOfInno.20; E490| Raises from Hell a Human Soul
AuguriesOfInno.21; E490| The wild deer wandring here & there
AuguriesOfInno.22; E490| Keeps the Human Soul from Care
AuguriesOfInno.23; E490| The Lamb misusd breeds Public strife
AuguriesOfInno.24; E490| And yet forgives the Butchers Knife
AuguriesOfInno.25; E490| The Bat that flits at close of Eve
AuguriesOfInno.26; E490| Has left the Brain that wont Believe
AuguriesOfInno.27; E490| The Owl that calls upon the Night
AuguriesOfInno.28; E490| Speaks the Unbelievers fright
AuguriesOfInno.29; E490| He who shall hurt the little Wren
AuguriesOfInno.30; E490| Shall never be belovd by Men
AuguriesOfInno.31; E490| He who the Ox to wrath has movd
AuguriesOfInno.32; E490| Shall never be by Woman lovd
AuguriesOfInno.33; E490| The wanton Boy that kills the Fly
AuguriesOfInno.34; E490| Shall feel the Spiders enmity
AuguriesOfInno.35; E491| He who torments the Chafers sprite
AuguriesOfInno.36; E491| Weaves a Bower in endless Night
AuguriesOfInno.37; E491| The Catterpiller on the Leaf
AuguriesOfInno.38; E491| Repeats to thee thy Mothers grief
AuguriesOfInno.39; E491| Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly
AuguriesOfInno.40; E491| For the Last judgment draweth nigh
AuguriesOfInno.41; E491| He who shall train the Horse to War
AuguriesOfInno.42; E491| Shall never pass the Polar Bar
AuguriesOfInno.43; E491| The Beggers Dog & Widows Cat
AuguriesOfInno.44; E491| Feed them & thou wilt grow fat
AuguriesOfInno.45; E491| The Gnat that sings his Summers song
AuguriesOfInno.46; E491| Poison gets from Slanders tongue
AuguriesOfInno.47; E491| The poison of the Snake & Newt
AuguriesOfInno.48; E491| Is the sweat of Envys Foot
AuguriesOfInno.49; E491| The Poison of the Honey Bee
AuguriesOfInno.50; E491| Is the Artists jealousy
AuguriesOfInno.51; E491| The Princes Robes & Beggars Rags
AuguriesOfInno.52; E491| Are Toadstools on the Misers Bags t1258
AuguriesOfInno.53; E491| A truth thats told with bad intent
AuguriesOfInno.54; E491| Beats all the Lies you can invent
AuguriesOfInno.55; E491| It is right it should be so
AuguriesOfInno.56; E491| Man was made for Joy & Woe
AuguriesOfInno.57; E491| And when this we rightly know
AuguriesOfInno.58; E491| Thro the World we safely go
AuguriesOfInno.59; E491| Joy & Woe are woven fine
AuguriesOfInno.60; E491| A Clothing for the soul divine
AuguriesOfInno.61; E491| Under every grief & pine
AuguriesOfInno.62; E491| Runs a joy with silken twine
AuguriesOfInno.63; E491| The Babe is more than swadling Bands
AuguriesOfInno.64; E491| Throughout all these Human Lands
AuguriesOfInno.65; E491| Tools were made & Born were hands
AuguriesOfInno.66; E491| Every Farmer Understands
AuguriesOfInno.67; E491| Every Tear from Every Eye
AuguriesOfInno.68; E491| Becomes a Babe in Eternity
AuguriesOfInno.69; E491| This is caught by Females bright
AuguriesOfInno.70; E491| And returnd to its own delight
AuguriesOfInno.71; E491| The Bleat the Bark Bellow & Roar
AuguriesOfInno.72; E491| Are Waves that Beat on Heavens Shore
AuguriesOfInno.73; E491| The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath
AuguriesOfInno.74; E491| Writes Revenge in realms of death
AuguriesOfInno.75; E491| The Beggars Rags fluttering in Air
AuguriesOfInno.76; E491| Does to Rags the Heavens tear
AuguriesOfInno.77; E491| The Soldier armd with Sword & Gun
AuguriesOfInno.78; E491| Palsied strikes the Summers Sun
AuguriesOfInno.79; E491| The poor Mans Farthing is worth more
AuguriesOfInno.80; E491| Than all the Gold on Africs Shore.
AuguriesOfInno.81; E492| One Mite wrung from the Labrers hands
AuguriesOfInno.82; E492| Shall buy & sell the Misers Lands
AuguriesOfInno.83; E492| Or if protected from on high
AuguriesOfInno.84; E492| Does that whole Nation sell & buy
AuguriesOfInno.85; E492| He who mocks the Infants Faith
AuguriesOfInno.86; E492| Shall be mock'd in Age & Death
AuguriesOfInno.87; E492| He who shall teach the Child to Doubt
AuguriesOfInno.88; E492| The rotting Grave shall neer get out
AuguriesOfInno.89; E492| He who respects the Infants faith
AuguriesOfInno.90; E492| Triumphs over Hell & Death
AuguriesOfInno.91; E492| The Childs Toys & the Old Mans Reasons
AuguriesOfInno.92; E492| Are the Fruits of the Two seasons
AuguriesOfInno.93; E492| The Questioner who sits so sly
AuguriesOfInno.94; E492| Shall never know how to Reply
AuguriesOfInno.95; E492| He who replies to words of Doubt
AuguriesOfInno.96; E492| Doth put the Light of Knowledge out
AuguriesOfInno.97; E492| The Strongest Poison ever known
AuguriesOfInno.98; E492| Came from Caesars Laurel Crown
AuguriesOfInno.99; E492| Nought can Deform the Human Race
AuguriesOfInno.100; E492| Like to the Armours iron brace
AuguriesOfInno.101; E492| When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow
AuguriesOfInno.102; E492| To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow
AuguriesOfInno.103; E492| A Riddle or the Crickets Cry
AuguriesOfInno.104; E492| Is to Doubt a fit Reply
AuguriesOfInno.105; E492| The Emmets Inch & Eagles Mile
AuguriesOfInno.106; E492| Make Lame Philosophy to smile
AuguriesOfInno.107; E492| He who Doubts from what he sees
AuguriesOfInno.108; E492| Will neer Believe do what you Please
AuguriesOfInno.109; E492| If the Sun & Moon should Doubt
AuguriesOfInno.110; E492| Theyd immediately Go out
AuguriesOfInno.111; E492| To be in a Passion you Good may Do
AuguriesOfInno.112; E492| But no Good if a Passion is in you
AuguriesOfInno.113; E492| The Whore & Gambler by the State
AuguriesOfInno.114; E492| Licencd build that Nations Fate
AuguriesOfInno.115; E492| The Harlots cry from Street to Street
AuguriesOfInno.116; E492| Shall weave Old Englands winding Sheet
AuguriesOfInno.117; E492| The Winners Shout the Losers Curse
AuguriesOfInno.118; E492| Dance before dead Englands Hearse
AuguriesOfInno.119; E492| Every Night & every Morn
AuguriesOfInno.120; E492| Some to Misery are Born
AuguriesOfInno.121; E492| Every Morn & every Night
AuguriesOfInno.122; E492| Some are Born to sweet delight
AuguriesOfInno.123; E492| Some are Born to sweet delight
AuguriesOfInno.124; E492| Some are Born to Endless Night
AuguriesOfInno.125; E492| We are led to Believe a Lie
AuguriesOfInno.126; E492| When we see not Thro the Eye t1259
AuguriesOfInno.127; E493| Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night
AuguriesOfInno.128; E493| When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light
AuguriesOfInno.129; E493| God Appears & God is Light
AuguriesOfInno.130; E493| To those poor Souls who dwell in Night
AuguriesOfInno.131; E493| But does a Human Form Display
AuguriesOfInno.132; E493| To those who Dwell in Realms of day
ED; E494| [An Editorial Arrangement of Auguries of Innocence omitted]
ED; E495| [An Editorial Arrangement of Auguries of Innocence omitted]
title; E496| Long John Brown & Little Mary Bell t1260
LongJohnBrown1; E496| Little Mary Bell had a Fairy in a Nut
LongJohnBrown2; E496| Long John Brown had the Devil in his Gut
LongJohnBrown3; E496| Long John Brown lovd Little Mary Bell
LongJohnBrown4; E496| And the Fairy drew the Devil into the Nut-shell
LongJohnBrown5; E496| Her Fairy skipd out & her Fairy skipd in
LongJohnBrown6; E496| He laughd at the Devil saying Love is a Sin
LongJohnBrown7; E496| The devil he raged & the Devil he was wroth
LongJohnBrown8; E496| And the devil enterd into the Young Mans broth
LongJohnBrown9; E496| He was soon in the Gut of the loving Young Swain
LongJohnBrown10; E496| For John eat & drank to drive away Loves pain
LongJohnBrown11; E496| But all he could do he grew thinner & thinner
LongJohnBrown12; E496| Tho he eat & drank as much as ten Men for his dinner
LongJohnBrown13; E496| Some said he had a Wolf in his stomach day & night
LongJohnBrown14; E496| Some said he had the Devil & they guessd right
LongJohnBrown15; E496| The fairy skipd about in his glory Joy & Pride
LongJohnBrown16; E496| And he laughd at the Devil till poor John Brown died
LongJohnBrown17; E496| Then the Fairy skipd out of the old Nut shell
LongJohnBrown18; E496| And woe & alack for Pretty Mary Bell
LongJohnBrown19; E496| For the Devil crept in when The Fairy skipd out
LongJohnBrown20; E496| And there goes Miss Bell with her fusty old Nut
WilliamBond1; E496| I wonder whether the Girls are mad
WilliamBond2; E496| And I wonder whether they mean to kill
WilliamBond3; E496| And I wonder if William Bond will die
WilliamBond4; E496| For assuredly he is very ill
WilliamBond5; E496| He went to Church in a May morning
WilliamBond6; E496| Attended by Fairies one two & three
WilliamBond7; E497| But the Angels Of Providence drove them away
WilliamBond8; E497| And he returnd home in Misery
WilliamBond9; E497| He went not out to the Field nor Fold
WilliamBond10; E497| He went not out to the Village nor Town
WilliamBond11; E497| But he came home in a black black cloud
WilliamBond12; E497| And took to his Bed & there lay down
WilliamBond13; E497| And an Angel of Providence at his Feet
WilliamBond14; E497| And an Angel of Providence at his Head
WilliamBond15; E497| And in the midst a Black Black Cloud
WilliamBond16; E497| And in the midst the Sick Man on his Bed
WilliamBond17; E497| And on his Right hand was Mary Green
WilliamBond18; E497| And on his Left hand was his Sister Jane
WilliamBond19; E497| And their tears fell thro the black black Cloud
WilliamBond20; E497| To drive away the sick mans pain
WilliamBond21; E497| O William if thou dost another Love t1261
WilliamBond22; E497| Dost another Love better than poor Mary
WilliamBond23; E497| Go & take that other to be thy Wife
WilliamBond24; E497| And Mary Green shall her Servant be
WilliamBond25; E497| Yes Mary I do another Love
WilliamBond26; E497| Another I Love far better than thee
WilliamBond27; E497| And Another I will have for my Wife
WilliamBond28; E497| Then what have I to do with thee
WilliamBond29; E497| For thou art Melancholy Pale
WilliamBond30; E497| And on thy Head is the cold Moons shine
WilliamBond31; E497| But she is ruddy & bright as day
WilliamBond32; E497| And the sun beams dazzle from her eyne
WilliamBond33; E497| Mary trembled & Mary chilld
WilliamBond34; E497| And Mary fell down on the right hand floor
WilliamBond35; E497| That William Bond & his Sister Jane
WilliamBond36; E497| Scarce could recover Mary more
WilliamBond37; E497| When Mary woke & found her Laid
WilliamBond38; E497| On the Right hand of her William dear
WilliamBond39; E497| On the Right hand of his loved Bed
WilliamBond40; E497| And saw her William Bond so near
WilliamBond41; E497| The Fairies that fled from William Bond
WilliamBond42; E497| Danced around her Shining Head
WilliamBond43; E497| They danced over the Pillow white
WilliamBond44; E497| And the Angels of Providence left the Bed
WilliamBond45; E497| I thought Love livd in the hot sun Shine
WilliamBond46; E497| But O he lives in the Moony light
WilliamBond47; E498| I thought to find Love in the heat of day
WilliamBond48; E498| But sweet Love is the Comforter of Night
WilliamBond49; E498| Seek Love in the Pity of others Woe
WilliamBond50; E498| In the gentle relief of anothers care
WilliamBond51; E498| In the darkness of night & the winters snow
WilliamBond52; E498| In the naked & outcast Seek Love there
ED; E498| [Mrs Blake's record] t1262
title; E498| Mr Blake's Nursery Rhyme
B'sNurseryRhyme1; E498| The sow came in with the saddle,
B'sNurseryRhyme2; E498| The little pig rocked the cradle,
B'sNurseryRhyme3; E498| The dish jumped o' top of the table
B'sNurseryRhyme4; E498| To see the brass pot swallow the ladle.
B'sNurseryRhyme5; E498| The old pot behind the door
B'sNurseryRhyme6; E498| Called the kettle a blackamoor.
B'sNurseryRhyme7; E498| 'Odd bobbs' said the gridiron, 'can't you agree?
B'sNurseryRhyme8; E498| I'm the head constable, bring them to me.'