Author: William Blake

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Sofia, Poetry

Jerusalem. 2 Extracts

1 The fields from Islington to Marybone, To Primrose Hill and Saint John's Wood, Were builded over with pillars of gold, And there Jerusalem's pillars stood. Her little ones ran on the fields, The Lamb...

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Sofia, Poetry

Holy Thursday

Is this a holy thing to see, In a rich and fruitful land, Babes reduced to misery, Fed with cold and usurous hand? Is that trembling cry a song? Can it be a song of...

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Sofia, Poetry

Holy Thursday

Is this a holy thing to see, In a rich and fruitful land, Babes reduced to misery, Fed with cold and usurous hand? Is that trembling cry a song? Can it be a song of...

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Sofia, Poetry

From: The Everlasting Gospel

From William Blake’s poem ‘The Everlasting Gospel’. If he'd been Antichrist, Creeping Jesus, He'd have done anything to please us – Gone sneaking into the Synagogues And not used the Elders and Priests like dogs,...

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Sofia, Poetry

From: The Everlasting Gospel

If he'd been Antichrist, Creeping Jesus, He'd have done anything to please us – Gone sneaking into the Synagogues And not used the Elders and Priests like dogs, But Humble as a Lamb or Ass...

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Sofia, Poetry

The Divine Image and The Human Abstract

The Divine Image To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love All pray in their distress; And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love Is God, our Father dear, And...

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Sofia, Poetry

From Jerusalem

The fields from Islington to Marybone, To Primrose Hill and Saint John's Wood, Were builded over with pillars of gold, And there Jerusalem's pillars stood. Her little ones ran on the fields, The Lamb of...

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Sofia, Poetry

From Jerusalem

The Rhine was red with human blood, The Danube rolled a purple tide, On the Euphrates Satan stood, And over Asia stretched his pride. He withered up sweet Zion's Hill From every Nation of the...

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Sofia, Poetry

A Poison Tree

I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears: And...

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