William Blake Poems

Pity would be no more
If we did not make somebody Poor;
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
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When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise
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Sound the flute!
Now it's mute!
Bird's delight,
Day and night,
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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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My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
White as an angel is the English child,
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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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I heard an Angel Singing
When the day was springing:
'Mercy, pity, and peace,
Are the world's release.'
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You don't believe - I won't attempt to make ye:
You are asleep - I won't attempt to wake ye.
Sleep on! sleep on! while in your pleasant dreams
Of Reason you may drink of Life's clear streams.
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There is a Smile of Love
And there is a Smile of Deceit
And there is a Smile of Smiles
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Thou fair-haired angel of the evening,
Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light
Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
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