Tiger! Tiger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what di...

O Rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm, That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy...

Awake, awake my little Boy! Thou wast thy Mother's only joy: Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep? Awake! thy Father does thee...

Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Gave thee life, and bid thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead; G...

I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. ...

"Love seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds a heaven in hell&#...

How sweet is the Shepherd's sweet lot! From the morn to the evening he strays; He shall follow his sheep all the day, And his to...

I love to rise in a summer morn When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his horn, And the skylark sings with m...

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 b...

When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! &#...

The sun descending in the west, The evening star does shine; The birds are silent in their nest, And I must seek for mine. The moo...

Ah, Sunflower! weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's jou...

Little Fly, Thy summer's play My thoughtless hand Has brushed away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man li...

A flower was offered to me, Such a flower as May never bore; But I said, "I've a pretty rose-tree", And I passed the s...

Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I t...

I wander thro' each charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks...

And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant p...

Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a ...

My mother groaned, my father wept; Into the dangerous world I leapt, Helpless, naked, piping loud, Like a fiend hid in a cloud. ...

I heard an Angel singing When the day was springing, "Mercy, Pity, Peace Is the world's release." Thus he sung...