摘要:    London is a poem by William Blake, published in Songs of Experience in 1794. It is one of the few poems in Songs of Experience which does not have a corresponding poem in Songs of I[阅读全文]

摘要:Tyger, tyger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?[阅读全文]

摘要:A little black thing among the snow, Crying! 'weep! weep!' in notes of woe! 'Where are thy father and mother? Say!' - 'They are both gone up to the church to pray.[阅读全文]

摘要:When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry 'Weep! weep! weep! weep!' So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.[阅读全文]

摘要: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 sweet flower o'er.[阅读全文]

摘要:原诗欣赏The Lily  by William Blake The modest Rose puts forth a thorn, The humble sheep a threat'ning horn: While the Lily white shall in love delight, Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her be[阅读全文]

摘要:Never seek to tell thy love Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind does move Silently, invisibly.[阅读全文]

摘要:And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen?[阅读全文]

摘要:O rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm, That flies in the night, In the howling storm,[阅读全文]

摘要:Ah, sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun; Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done;[阅读全文]

摘要:Little lamb, who made thee? Does thou know who made thee, Gave thee life, and bid thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead;[阅读全文]

摘要:Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau; Mock on, mock on; 'tis all in vain! You throw the sand against the wind, And the wind blows it back again.[阅读全文]

摘要:Sleep, sleep, beauty bright, Dreaming in the joys of night; Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep Little sorrows sit and weep.[阅读全文]

摘要: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.[阅读全文]