Members Who Read Most Number Of Poems

Live Scores

Click here to see the rest of the list

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

Listen to this poem:
What do you think this poem is about?

For Example: love, art, fashion, friendship and etc.

Auguries of Innocence

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.

A Robin Red breast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage.
A dove house fill'd with doves & Pigeons
Shudders Hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his Master's Gate
Predicts the ruin of the State.
A Horse misus'd upon the Road
Calls to Heaven for Human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
A fibre from the Brain does tear.
A Skylark wounded in the wing,
A Cherubim does cease to sing.
The Game Cock clipp'd and arm'd for fight
Does the Rising Sun affright.
Every Wolf's & Lion's howl
Raises from Hell a Human Soul.
The wild deer, wand'ring here & there,
Keeps the Human Soul from Care.
The Lamb misus'd breeds public strife
And yet forgives the Butcher's Knife.
The Bat that flits at close of Eve
Has left the Brain that won't believe.
The Owl that calls upon the Night
Speaks the Unbeliever's fright.
He who shall hurt the little Wren
Shall never be belov'd by Men.
He who the Ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by Woman lov'd.
The wanton Boy that kills the Fly
Shall feel the Spider's enmity.
He who torments the Chafer's sprite
Weaves a Bower in endless Night.
The Catterpillar on the Leaf
Repeats to thee thy Mother's grief.
Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly,
For the Last Judgement draweth nigh.
He who shall train the Horse to War
Shall never pass the Polar Bar.
The Beggar's Dog & Widow's Cat,
Feed them & thou wilt grow fat.
The Gnat that sings his Summer's song
Poison gets from Slander's tongue.
The poison of the Snake & Newt
Is the sweat of Envy's Foot.
The poison of the Honey Bee
Is the Artist's Jealousy.
The Prince's Robes & Beggars' Rags
Are Toadstools on the Miser's Bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the Lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for Joy & Woe;
And when this we rightly know
Thro' the World we safely go.
Joy & Woe are woven fine,
A Clothing for the Soul divine;
Under every grief & pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
The Babe is more than swadling Bands;
Throughout all these Human Lands
Tools were made, & born were hands,
Every Farmer Understands.
Every Tear from Every Eye
Becomes a Babe in Eternity.
This is caught by Females bright
And return'd to its own delight.
The Bleat, the Bark, Bellow & Roar
Are Waves that Beat on Heaven's Shore.
The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath
Writes Revenge in realms of death.
The Beggar's Rags, fluttering in Air,
Does to Rags the Heavens tear.
The Soldier arm'd with Sword & Gun,
Palsied strikes the Summer's Sun.
The poor Man's Farthing is worth more
Than all the Gold on Afric's Shore.
One Mite wrung from the Labrer's hands
Shall buy & sell the Miser's lands:
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole Nation sell & buy.
He who mocks the Infant's Faith
Shall be mock'd in Age & Death.
He who shall teach the Child to Doubt
The rotting Grave shall ne'er get out.
He who respects the Infant's faith
Triumph's over Hell & Death.
The Child's Toys & the Old Man's Reasons
Are the Fruits of the Two seasons.
The Questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to Reply.
He who replies to words of Doubt
Doth put the Light of Knowledge out.
The Strongest Poison ever known
Came from Caesar's Laurel Crown.
Nought can deform the Human Race
Like the Armour's iron brace.
When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow
To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow.
A Riddle or the Cricket's Cry
Is to Doubt a fit Reply.
The Emmet's Inch & Eagle's Mile
Make Lame Philosophy to smile.
He who Doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you Please.
If the Sun & Moon should doubt
They'd immediately Go out.
To be in a Passion you Good may do,
But no Good if a Passion is in you.
The Whore & Gambler, by the State
Licenc'd, build that Nation's Fate.
The Harlot's cry from Street to Street
Shall weave Old England's winding Sheet.
The Winner's Shout, the Loser's Curse,
Dance before dead England's Hearse.
Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born.
Every Morn & every Night
Some are Born to sweet Delight.
Some ar Born to sweet Delight,
Some are born to Endless Night.
We are led to Believe a Lie
When we see not Thro' the Eye
Which was Born in a Night to Perish in a Night
When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light.
God Appears & God is Light
To those poor Souls who dwell in the Night,
But does a Human Form Display
To those who Dwell in Realms of day.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 09, 2001
Edited: Wednesday, May 09, 2001


Read poems about / on: believe, horse, dog, innocence, heaven, grief, passion, joy, faith, night, howl, summer, butterfly, snake, death, child, soldier, cat, sun, light

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Broken Love by William Blake )

Enter the verification code :

  • * Sunprincess * (10/5/2012 6:09:00 PM)

    haha..didn't know I was going to be reading a book..a brilliant write..great imagery..alot of these lines I find to be true..adding to my favourites..thank you William Blake.. :)

    4 person liked.
    5 person did not like.
  • Saiom Shriver (3/31/2012 1:58:00 PM)

    Auguries Of Innocence is a masterpiece... a litany of humankind's unspeakable cruelty to animals and other voiceless beings.

  • Seif-eldeine Och (11/26/2011 10:30:00 AM)

    This is too much for me. I wish he split up the long stanza.

  • Paul Holmes (11/2/2009 6:23:00 AM)

    I have yet to read anything that come near to the first four lines of this poem for such powerful imagery! Potent message too. A pleasure to read.

  • Papermoon Woods (10/8/2009 6:33:00 PM)

    I love this! Beautiful! I love this part: 'A truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent.' That is so true. Very good poem, and like Nick Clement said, I don't normally like long poems but this poem keeps you reading!

  • Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (8/5/2009 6:58:00 PM)

    This poem deserves a ten plus and to be read.Wonderfully inspiring.

  • Gregory Collins (2/9/2009 5:02:00 AM)

    i hear the bells of the doors ringing

  • Ally Zins (1/30/2009 10:14:00 PM)

    I love how he included God at the end...he saved the best for last.

  • shirley bassett (8/2/2008 9:19:00 AM)

    This has got to be my favourite poem, normally I hate long poems, but this one I can read every line twice through without getting bored, captured me from the first stanza (The one in the first Tomb Raider film :)) , I tend to use the rhyme scheme of this first stanza in all my stanzas.

  • Weldon Winn (1/9/2008 8:25:00 PM)

    Oh yes Imogen c (love the false humility of that lower case thing) don't ya just hate it to bits when some poet takes on the darker side of life? When will they ever learn we just want to be happy? : -) <- smiley face 4U

Read all 17 comments »

People who read William Blake also read

Top 500 Poems

[Hata Bildir]