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" " , , , , , , " " . - , , , . , , , - , . , , - "" , , , , , , CONTENTS From "Poetical Sketches" " " 1. Song 1. . . . . . 2. Spring 2. . . . 3. Summer 3. . . . 4. Autumn 4. . . . 5. Winter 5. . . . 6. Mad Song 6. . . . 7. the Muses 7. . . . 8. Blind Man's Buff 8. . . . 9. Gwin, King of Norway 9. . . . . 10. From "King Edward the Third" 10. . . From "An Island in the Moon" " " 11. To be or not to be 11. , ... . . 12. Leave, leave me to my sorrows 12. ... . . Songs of Innocence and of Experience Shewing the Two Contrary States of the Human Soul , Songs of Innocence 13. Introduction 13. . . . . . 14. The Shepherd 14. . . . 15. The Echoing Green 15. ay. . . . . 16. The Lamb 16* . . . . . 17. The Little Black Boy 17. . . . . . 18. The Blossom 18. . . . 19. The Chimney Sweeper 19/ . . . . . 20. The Little Boy Lost 20.* . . . . . 21. The Little Boy Found 21.* . . . . . 22. Laughing Song 22. . . . 23. A Cradle Song 23. . . . 24. The Divine Image 24. . . . 25. Holy Thursday 25. . . . . . 26. Night 26. . . . * . . 27. Spring 27. . . . 28. Nurse's Song 28. . . . 29. Infant Joy 29. -. . . 30. A Dream 30. . . . 31. On Another's Sorrow 31. . . . Songs of Experience 32. Introduction 32. . . . 33. Earth's Answer 33. . . . 34. The Clod and the Pebble 34. . . . 35. Holy Thursday 35.* . . . . . 36. The Little Girl Lost 36. . . . 37. The Little Girl Found 37. . . . 38. The Chimney Sweeper 38. . . . 39. Nurse's Song 39. . . . 40. The Sick' Rose 40. . . . . . 41. The Fly 41.* . . . . . 42. The Angel 42. . . . 43. The Tyger 43. . . . . . . . 44. My Pretty Rose-Tree 44. . . . 45. Ah! Sun-flower! weary of time 45. ! ! ... . . . 46. The Lily 46. . . . . . . . 47. The Garden of Love 47.* . . . . . 48. The Little Vagabond 48. . . . * . . 49. London 49. . . . * . . 50. The Human Abstract 50. . . . 51. Infant Sorrow 51. -. . . 52. A Poison Tree 52. . . . 53. A Little Boy Lost 53. . . . 54. A Little Girl Lost 54. . . . 55. Tirzah 55. . . . 56. The Schoolboy 56. . . . 57. The Voice of the Ancient Bard 57. . . . From "The Rossetti Manuscript" " " (1789-1793) 58. Never seek to tell thy love 58. ... . . * . . 59. I saw a Chapel all of gold 59.* . . . . 60. I asked a thief to steal me a peach 60. ... . . 61. I heard an Angel singing 61. ... . . 62. A Cradle Song 62.* . . . 63. I fear'd the fury of my wind 63. : ... . . 64. Infant Sorrow 64. -. . . 65. Thou hast a lap full of seed 65. ... . . 66. In a Mirtle Shade 66. . . . 67. Nobodaddy 67.* , . . . . . 68. The Wild Flower's Song 68. . . . 69. lapwing! thou fliest around the heath 69. ! ... . . 70. Soft Snow 70. . . . 71. Merlin's Prophecy 71. . . . 72. Day 72. . . . 73. Why should I care for the men of Thames 73. . . . 74. Abstinence sows sand all over 74. ... . . 75. If you trap the moment before it's ripe 75. ... . . 76. who bends to himself a Joy 76. . . . 77. Riches 77. . . . 78. An Answer to the Parson 78. . . . 79. Soft deceit & idleness 79. ... . . 80. Let the Brothels of Paris be opened 80. , !.. . . (1800-1803) 81. My Spectre around me night and day 81.* . . . . . 82. When Klopstock England defied 82.* ... . . 83. Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau 83. , ! , !.. . . 84. When a man has married a wife 84. ... . . 85. On the Virginity of the Virgin Mary and Johanna Southcott 85. . . . 86. Morning 86. . . . 87. Now Art has lost its mental charms 87.* ... . . (1808-1811) 88. F[laxman] 88. . . . 89. Here lies John Trot, the friend of all mankind 89. , ... . . 90. I was buried near this dyke 90. . . . 91. My title as a genius thus is prov'd 91. , ... . . 92. Grown old in Love 92. ... . . 93. All pictures that's panted with sense and with thought 93. ... . . 94. Why was Cupid a boy 94. . . . 95. I asked my dear friend Orator Prig 95. ?.. . . 96. Having given great offence by writing in prose 96. . . . 97. Some people admire the work of a fool 97. ... . . 98. Since all the riches of this world 98. . . . 99. I rose up at the dawn of day 99. , ... . . The Pickering Manuscript (1800-1803) 100. The Smile 100. . . . * . . 101. The Golden Net 101. . . . 102. The Mental Traveller 102. . . . 103. The Land of Dreams 103. . . . 104. Mary 104. . . . 105. The Crystal Cabinet 105.* . . . . . 106. The Grey Monk 106. . . . 107. Auguries of Innocence 107.* . . . 108. Long John Brown and Little Mary Bell 108. . . . 109. William Bond 109. . . . The Book of Thel . . . The Marriage of Heaven and Hell . . . Visions of the Daughters of Albion . . . The French Revolution * . . . America * . . . Europe * . . . From "Milton "". . . Selected verse FROM "POETICAL SKETCHES" " " 1. SONG How sweet I roam'd from field to field And tasted all the summer's pride, Till I the Prince of Love beheld Who in the sunny beams did glide! He show'd me lilies for my hair, And blushing roses for my brow; He led me through his gardens fair Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage; He caught me in his silken net, And shut me in his golden cage. He loves to sit and hear me sing, Then, laughing, sports and plays with me - Then stretches out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty. 1.  , , . , , , . , , , ... , . . , . . . 2. TO SPRING thou with dewy locks, who lookest down Thro' the clear windows of the morning, turn Thine angel eyes upon our western isle, Which in full choir hails thy approach, Spring! The hills tell each other, and the list'ning Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turned Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth, And let thy holy feet visit our clime. Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee. deck her forth with thy fair fingers; pour Thy soft kisses on her bosom; and put Thy golden crown upon her languish'd head, Whose modest tresses were bound up for thee. 2.  , ! : ! ; : ! ! . . , , . . . 3. TO SUMMER thou who passest thro' our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils! thou, Summer, Oft pitched'st here thy golden tent, and oft Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair. Beneath our thickest shades we oft have heard Thy voice, when noon upon his fervid car Rode o'er the deep of heaven; beside our springs Sit down, and in our mossy valleys, on Some bank beside a river clear, throw thy Silk draperies off, and rush into the stream: Our valleys love the Summer in his pride. Our bards are fam'd who strike the silver wire: Our youth are bolder than the southern swains: Our maidens fairer in the sprightly dance: We lack not songs, nor instruments of joy, Nor echoes sweet, nor waters clear as heaven, Nor laurel wreaths against the sultry heat. 3.  , , , ! , , , . , . , , . , , ! . . . , , , , . . . 4. TO AUTUMN Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe, And all the daughters of the year shall dance! Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers. 'The narrow bud opens her beauties to The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins; Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve, Till clust'ring Summer breaks forth into singing, And feather'd clouds strew flowers round her head. "The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.' Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat; Then rose, girded himself, and o'er the bleak Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load. 4.  , , , , ! , . " ; ! . . ; , ". , , . . . 5. TO WINTER ' Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs, Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.' He hears me not, but o'er the yawning deep Rides heavy; his storms are unchain'd, sheathed In ribbed steel; I dare not lift mine eyes, For he hath rear'd his sceptre o'er the world. Lo! now the direful monster, whose skin clings To his strong bones, strides o'er the groaning rocks: He withers all in silence, and in his hand Unclothes the earth, and freezes up frail life. He takes his seat upon the cliffs, - the mariner Cries in vain. Poor little wretch, that deal'st With storms! - till heaven smiles, and the monster Is driv'n yelling to his caves beneath mount Hecla. 5.  , ! . , . ! , . . ! - , - . - , . . , , . . . 6. MAD SONG The wild winds weep, And the night is a-cold; Come hither, Sleep, And my griefs unfold: But lo! the morning peeps Over the eastern steeps, And the rustling beds of dawn The earth do scorn. Lo! to the vault Of paved heaven, With sorrow fraught My notes are driven: They strike the ear of night, Make weep the eyes of day; They make mad the roaring winds, And with tempests play. Like a fiend in a cloud, With howling woe After night I do crowd, And with night will go; I turn my back to the east From whence comforts have increas'd; For light doth seize my brain With frantic pain. 6.  , . , , ! , . . , , , , . , . - . , , , . . . 7. TO THE MUSES Whether on Ida's shady brow, Or in the chambers of the East, The chambers of the sun, that now From ancient melody have ceas'd; Whether in Heaven ye wander fair, Or the green corners of the earth, Or the blue regions of the air Where the melodious winds have birth; Whether on crystal rocks ye rove, Beneath the bosom of the sea Wand'ring in many a coral grove, Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry! How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoy'd in you! The languid strings do scarcely move! The sound is forc'd, the notes are few! 7.  , , , - , , , , , , ? , ? , ,