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Songs of Innocence
William Blake, Mary H. Robinson, Charles Robinson
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Songs of Innocence
William Blake, Mary H. Robinson, Charles Robinson
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William Blake's 1789 classic evokes an idyllic world, populated by pipers, shepherds, angels, and joyful children. Graced by Charles and Mary Robinson's ethereal Art Nouveau illustrations, this special edition comprises the complete Songs of Innocence, in addition to nine poems from Songs of Experience.
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SONGS OF INNOCENCE
On a cloud I saw a child.
INTRODUCTION
PIPING down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me :ā
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me :ā
ā Pipe a song about a lamb ā :
So I piped with merry cheer.
ā Piper, pipe that song again ā :
So I piped; he wept to hear.
So I piped with merry cheer.
ā Piper, pipe that song again ā :
So I piped; he wept to hear.
ā Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe,
Sing thy songs of happy cheer ā :
So I sung the same again,
While he wept with joy to hear.
Sing thy songs of happy cheer ā :
So I sung the same again,
While he wept with joy to hear.
ā Piper, sit thee down and write
In a book that all may read āā
So he vanishād from my sight;
And I pluckād a hollow reed,
In a book that all may read āā
So he vanishād from my sight;
And I pluckād a hollow reed,
And I made a rural pen,
And I stainād the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
And I stainād the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
THE SHEPHERD
How sweet is the shepherdās sweet lot ;
From the morn to the evening he strays;
He shall follow his sheep all the day,
And his tongue shall be filled with praise.
From the morn to the evening he strays;
He shall follow his sheep all the day,
And his tongue shall be filled with praise.
For he hears the lambsā innocent call,
And he hears the ewesā tender reply;
He is watchful while they are in peace,
For they know when their shepherd is nigh.
And he hears the ewesā tender reply;
He is watchful while they are in peace,
For they know when their shepherd is nigh.
THE ECHOING KEEN
THE sun does arise
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bellsā cheerful sound,
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green.
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bellsā cheerful sound,
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green.
Old John with white hair
Does laugh away care,
Sitting under the oak
Among the old folk.
They laugh at our play,
And soon they all say :
ā Such, such were the joys
When we, all girls and boys,
In our youth-time were seen
On the echoing green.ā
Does laugh away care,
Sitting under the oak
Among the old folk.
They laugh at our play,
And soon they all say :
ā Such, such were the joys
When we, all girls and boys,
In our youth-time were seen
On the echoing green.ā
Till the little ones, weary,
No more can be merry;
The sun does descend,
And our sports have an end.
Round the laps of their mothers
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest ;
And sport no more seen
On the darkening green.
No more can be merry;
The sun does descend,
And our sports have an end.
Round the laps of their mothers
Many sisters and brothers,
Like birds in their nest,
Are ready for rest ;
And sport no more seen
On the darkening green.
THE LAMB
LITTLE lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life and bid thee feed
By the stream and oāer the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice
Making all the vales rejoice ;
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life and bid thee feed
By the stream and oāer the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice
Making all the vales rejoice ;
Little lamb, who made thee ?
Dost thou know who made thee ?
Dost thou know who made thee ?
Little lamb, Iāll tell thee,
Little lamb, Iāll tell thee.
He is called by thy name,
For he calls himself a Lamb :
Little lamb, Iāll tell thee.
He is called by thy name,
For he calls himself a Lamb :
Little Lamb, who made thee ?
He is meek and he is mild,
He became a little child.
I a child and thou a lamb,
We are called by his name.
He became a little child.
I a child and thou a lamb,
We are called by his name.
Little lamb, God bless thee,
Little lamb, God bless thee.
Little lamb, God bless thee.
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY
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,
But I am black, as if bereaved of light.
And I am black, but oh ! my soul is white;
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if bereaved of light.
My mother taught me underneath a tree,
And sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap, and kissed me,
And, pointing to the ea...
And sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap, and kissed me,
And, pointing to the ea...