Poems of William Blake by William Blake

Author:William Blake
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Pastoral poetry, English poetry - 18th century
Publisher: Christian Classics Ethereal Library (www.ccel.org)
Published: 1996-06-01T07:00:00+00:00

Thou, mother of my mortal part,

With cruelty didst mould my heart,

And with false self-deceiving tears

Didst bind my nostrils, eyes, and ears,

Didst close my tongue in senseless clay,

And me to mortal life betray.

The death of Jesus set me free:

Then what have I to do with thee?

THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD

Youth of delight! come hither

And see the opening morn,

Image of Truth new-born.

Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,

Dark disputes and artful teazing.

Folly is an endless maze;

Tangled roots perplex her ways;

How many have fallen there!

They stumble all night over bones of the dead;

And feel—they know not what but care;

And wish to lead others, when they should be led.

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