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William Blake

Little Phoebus came strutting in

LITTLE PHOEBUS came strutting in,  
With his fat belly and his round chin  
What is it you would please to have?  
Ho! Ho!  
I won’t let it go at only so and so!

Songs from ‘An Island in The Moon’

Other works by William Blake...
The Human Abstract

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. And mutual fear brings Peace,
 1
Songs of Innocence - the Schoolboy

I love to rise in a summer morn When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his hor… And the skylark sings with me. Oh, what sweet company!
When Old Corruption first begun

WHEN Old Corruption first begun… Adorn’d in yellow vest, He committed on Flesh a whoredom— O, what a wicked beast! From then a callow babe did spring…
 1
A Little Boy Lost

‘Nought loves another as itself, Nor venerates another so, Nor is it possible to thought A greater than itself to know. ’And, father, how can I love you
 1
Earth's Answer

Earth rais’d up her head From the darkness dread and drear. Her light fled, Stony dread! And her locks cover’d with grey de…
 2
The Echoing Green

The sun does arise, And make happy the skies. The merry bells ring To welcome the spring. The skylark and thrush,
 1
The Chimney Sweeper: a little black thing among the snow

A little black thing among the sno… Crying “weep! 'weep!” in notes of… “Where are thy father and mother?… “They are both gone up to the chur… Because I was happy upon the heat…
The Little Black Boy

My mother bore me in the southern… And I am black, but O! my soul is… White as an angel is the English… But I am black, as if bereav’d of… My mother taught me underneath a t…
 3
Proverbs of Hell

In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plough over the bones of the dead. The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. Prudence is...
 2
Holy Thursday (from Songs of Innocence)

‘Twas on a Holy Thursday, their i… The children walking two and two,… Grey headed beadles walk’d before,… Till into the high dome of Paul’s… Oh what a multitude they seem’d, t…
 1
To Winter

‘O WINTER! bar thine adamantine… The north is thine; there hast tho… Deep-founded habitation. Shake no… Nor bend thy pillars with thine ir… He hears me not, but o’er the yawn…
The Question answered

What is it men in women do require The lineaments of Gratified Desir… What is it women do in men require The lineaments of Gratified Desir…
 3
A Divine Image

Cruelty has a human heart And jealousy a human face, Terror the human form divine, And secrecy the human dress. The human dress is forged iron,
 2
Spring

Sound the flute! Now it’s mute. Birds delight Day and night. Nightingale
Song by a Shepherd

WELCOME, 1 stranger, to this pl… Where joy doth sit on every bough, Paleness flies from every face; We reap not what we do not sow. Innocence doth like a rose



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