|
WILLIAM
BLAKE
(Born - November 28, 1757-August 12, 1827)
|
He who binds to himself a joy
does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
lives in eternity's sunrise.
|
|
"Bring me
my Bow of burning gold:
Bring me my Arrows of desire:
Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my Chariot of Fire."
(from 'Jerusalem' in Milton, 1804-1808)
|
Born in London, William
Blake was an English Author who lived most of his life with powerful
Imagination. He stayed in a cottage at Felpham, near the seaside town of
Bognor, in Sussex. A Brilliant but unconventional English Poet, engraver
and painter. His symbolic pictures and visionary poems are not always easy
to understand because he invented his own mythology to express his ideas.
But his pictures and poems reveal a powerful artistic imagination.
He attended Henry Pars' Drawing school in
1767. He experienced visions of angels and ghostly monks and he saw he
conversed with Angel Gabriel, Virgin Mary and various historical figures.
At the age of 14, he was apprenticed for seven years to an Engraver James Basire. Gothic art and architecture influenced him greatly. However, as a
book illustrator and engraver, he was also interested in his 'illuminated
printing', a process of engraving poems and related pictures on metal
plates and then hand colouring the prints made from them. Except for
Poetical sketches, all the Blake's published poetry appeared in unique
form. In 1783, he married Catherine Boucher, the daughter of a market
gardener. He taught her to draw and paint and she assisted him.
In 1783, Blake's first book of poems,
Poetical Sketches appeared, followed by Songs of Innocence (1789), and
Songs of Experience (1794). His most famous work 'The Tyger' was a part of
Songs of Experience. In this work, the world is seen from a child's point
of view but also functions as a parable of adult experience. In 'The Lamb'
and The Tiger', Blake shows opposite sides of human nature, what he calls
'the two contrary states of the human soul'. His 'prophetic' works include
The French Revolution (1791), America (1793), The Marriage of Heaven and
Hell (about 1793), Milton (about 1810) and Jerusalem (about 1820).
Blake was economically poor and Died on
12 August in his room at 3 Fountain Court.
A
Song by William Blake
Sweet
dreams, form a shade
O'er my lovely infant's head!
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
Sweet Sleep, with soft down
Weave thy brows an infant crown
Sweet Sleep, angel mild,
Hover o'er my happy child!
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my delight!
Sweet smiles, mother's smile,
All the livelong night beguile.
Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,
Chase not slumber from thine eyes!
Sweet moan, sweeter smile,
All the dovelike moans beguile.
Sleep, sleep, happy child!
All creation slept and smiled.
Sleep, sleep, happy sleep,
While o'er thee doth mother weep.
Sweet babe, in thy face
Holy image I can trace;
Sweet babe, once like thee
Thy Maker lay, and wept for me:
Wept for me, for thee, for all,
When He was an infant small.
Thou His image ever see,
Heavenly face that smiles on thee!
Smiles on thee, on me, on all,
Who became an infant small;
Infant smiles are his own smiles;
Heaven and earth to peace beguiles
|
Laughing Song
by William Blake
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 of it;
When the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene,
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing ``Ha, Ha, He!''
When the painted birds laugh in the shade,
Where our table with cherries and nuts is spread,
Come live & be merry, and join with me,
To sing the sweet chorus of ``Ha, Ha, He!''
|
|
A Dream by William Blake
Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass methought I lay.
Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
Over many a tangle spray,
All heart-broke, I heard her say:
'Oh my children! do they cry,
Do they hear their father sigh?
Now they look abroad to see,
Now return and weep for me.'
Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, 'What wailing wight
Calls the watchman of the night?
'I am set to light the ground,
While the beetle goes his round:
Follow now the beetle's hum;
Little wanderer, hie thee home!'
More Poems
on
Poem
Hunter |
|
Read More
WILLIAM BLAKE
|
JERUSALEM (from
'Milton')
by: William Blake (1757-1827)
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?
And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem built here
Among these dark Satanic Mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land. |
|
More Poems Here |
|
WITH
