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(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

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A Cradle Song

Sweet dreams form a shade,
O'er my lovely infants head.
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams,
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  • Aisha Qimaz (2/14/2014 5:56:00 PM)

    Blakes poetries can not be explained with words...Every compliment is too low for his talent, he really understood what life is about...I am in peace my heart, i am in peace, here's my heart

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  • James Kastner (5/25/2013 12:06:00 PM)

    A wonderful example of the greatness of Blake, to do so much with so little. He is a master as exploring metaphysical issues with simple, concrete language through symbolism...the infant, the tiger, the lamb all used symbolically.

  • Stephen Loomes (5/25/2013 3:11:00 AM)

    Thankyou World for great William Blake whose kind heart and spirit God did make.

  • Anele The_african_son Potelwa (umbhali_wasembo) (5/25/2012 1:16:00 PM)

    Its a very very wonderful write I've never read for a while, I adore the delicious rhyme of words in each and every verse, and I completely admire the joy reflected in this great write, its really fantastic

    The_African_Son

  • Carlos Echeverria (5/25/2012 9:14:00 AM)

    This poem is a reminder of why we say: AWWW, LOOK AT THAT CUTE LITTLE BABY!
    And we were that baby.

  • Pranab K Chakraborty (5/25/2012 12:28:00 AM)

    Infant smiles are His own smiles,
    Heaven & earth to peace beguiles.

    From the concluding line we could come to a debate. Someone call it a 'poetic intention' to glorify the life with the presence of almighty but some other call it the creative transition which brings us some way to look at the life and universe with positive attitude. Otherwise, without the quoted lines of conclusion, the poem would be considered as a writing of nostalgia.... But by fixing the last two lines, poet has made it much universal. Soft but touchy piece of Blake industry.

  • David Gerardino (3/24/2012 1:05:00 PM)

    i can see all the words, love the poem.

  • Theodora Onken (12/31/2011 10:40:00 PM)

    What a most gifted writer, he is...
    Theo

  • Ratnakar Mandlik (10/1/2011 5:59:00 AM)

    Wonderful. Very lovely poem.

  • Ramesh T A (5/25/2010 2:01:00 PM)

    Sleeping beauty smiles by the grief of the mother like the smiling people under the care of crying God! Wonderful!

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