William Blake Poems

The Sun arises in the East,
Cloth'd in robes of blood and gold;
Swords and spears and wrath increast
All around his bosom roll'd
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I heard an Angel Singing
When the day was springing:
'Mercy, pity, and peace,
Are the world's release.'
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I heard an Angel singing
When the day was springing,
'Mercy, Pity, Peace
Is the world's release.'
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Why was Cupid a boy,
And why a boy was he?
He should have been a girl,
For aught that I can see.
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Earth raised up her head
From the darkness dread and drear,
Her light fled,
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The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the spring;
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O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark
Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs,
Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.'
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Preludium

The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc,
When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode:
His food she brought in iron baskets, his drink in cups of iron:
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Awake, awake, my little boy!
Thou wast thy mother's only joy;
Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep?
Awake! thy father does thee keep.
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But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not nor dance:
They howl and writhe in shoals of torment, in fierce flames consuming,
In chains of iron and in dungeons circled with ceaseless fires,
In pits and dens and shades of death, in shapes of torment and woe:
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