Follow Blake's poetry printed below as you listen to the music.
1.Proverb I: The pride of the peacock
Marriage of Heaven & Hell, Plate 8, (E 36) The pride of the peacock is the glory of God. The lust of the goat is the bounty of God. The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God. The nakedness of woman is the work of God.2.London Songs of Innocence & Experience, Song 46, (E 26)
LONDON I wander thro' each charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow. And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man, In every Infants cry of fear, In every voice: in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear How the Chimney-sweepers cry Every blackning Church appalls, And the hapless Soldiers sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlots curse Blasts the new-born Infants tear And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse
3.Proverb II: Prisons are built
Marriage of Heaven & Hell, Plate 8, (E 36) Prisons are built with stones of Law,
Brothels with bricks of Religion.
Songs of Experience, Song 37, (E 22) THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER A little black thing among the snow: Crying weep, weep, in notes of woe! Where are thy father & mother? say? They are both gone up to the church to pray. Because I was happy upon the heath, And smil'd among the winter's snow: They clothed me in the clothes of death, And taught me to sing the notes of woe. And because I am happy, & dance & sing, They think they have done me no injury: And are gone to praise God & his Priest & King Who make up a heaven of our misery.5.Proverb III: The bird a nest
Marriage of Heaven & Hell, Plate 8, (E 36)
The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.
6.A Poison Tree
Songs of Innocence & Experience, Song 49, (E 28) A POISON TREE. I was angry with my friend; I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I waterd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears: And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night. Till it bore an apple bright. And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine. And into my garden stole, When the night had veild the pole; In the morning glad I see; My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.
7.Proverb IV: Think in the morning
Marriage of Heaven & Hell, Plate 9, (E 37) Think in the morning, Act in the noon, Eat in the evening, Sleep in the night.
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From Marriage of Heaven & Hell
Songs of Innocence & Experience, Song 42, (E 24) THE TYGER. Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies. Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand, dare sieze the fire? And what shoulder, & what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? & what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain, In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? what dread grasp, Dare its deadly terrors clasp! When the stars threw down their spears And water'd heaven with their tears: Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee? Tyger Tyger burning bright, In the forests of the night: What immortal hand or eye, Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? 9.Proverb V: The tygers of wrath
Marriage of Heaven & Hell, Plate 9, (E 37) The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction Plate 7, (E 35) If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise. Plate 9 , (E 37) If others had not been foolish, we should be so.
Songs of Innocence & Experience, Song 40, (E 23) THE FLY. Little Fly Thy summers play, My thoughtless hand Has brush'd away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me? For I dance And drink & sing: Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength & breath: And the want Of thought is death; Then am I A happy fly, If I live, Or if I die.
11.Proverb VI: The hours of folly
Marriage of Heaven & Hell, Plate 7, (E 36) Eternity is in love with the productions of time. The busy bee has no time for sorrow. The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure.
Songs of Innocence & Experience, Song 43, (E 25) AH! SUN-FLOWER Ah Sun-flower! weary of time, Who countest the steps of the Sun: Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the travellers journey is done. Where the Youth pined away with desire, And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow: Arise from their graves and aspire, Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.
13.Proverb VII: To see a World
Songs and Ballads, (E 490) AUGURIES OF INNOCENCE To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour
14.Every Night and Every Morn
Songs and Ballads, (E 492) AUGURIES OF INNOCENCE Every Night & every Morn Some to Misery are Born Every Morn & every Night Some are Born to sweet delight Some are Born to sweet delight Some are Born to Endless Night We are led to Believe a Lie When we see not Thro the Eye Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light God Appears & God is Light To those poor Souls who dwell in Night But does a Human Form Display To those who Dwell in Realms of day