William Blake

Text of the Poem: The Sick Rose   O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That flies in the …

Text of the Poem: The Holy Thursday Twas on a Holy Thursday their innocent faces clean The children walking two …

Text of the Poem:  The Little Black Boy My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, …

Text of the Poem Divine Image To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love All pray in their distress; And to these …

Text of the Poem: A Poison Tree I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did …

Text of the Poem The Tiger (The Tiger) Tyger Tyger, burning bright,In the forests of the night;What immortal hand or …

Text of the Poem: The Chimney Sweeper by William Blake When my mother died I was very young, And my …