William Blake Poems

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
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Tyger! Tyger! burning bright,
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
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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.
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Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
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I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!
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Sweet dreams form a shade,
O'er my lovely infants head.
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams,
By happy silent moony beams
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Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.
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I wandered through each chartered street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A mark in every face I meet,
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Children of the future age,
Reading this indignant page,
Know that in a former time
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And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?
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