HcVkr.jpg (2272×1704) The Lamb by William Blake. Little Lamb who made thee Dost thou know who made thee Gave thee life & bid thee feed. By the stream & o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing wooly bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice! Little Lamb I'll tell thee, Little Lamb I'll tell thee! He is called by thy name, For he calls himself a Lamb: He is meek & he is mild, He became a little child: I a child & thou a lamb, We are called by his name.
Little Lamb God bless thee. Buy or borrow this book: Source: The Complete Poetry and Prose of William Blake, edited by David E. Discover this poem’s context and related poetry, articles, and media. Poet William Blake 1757–1827 POET’S REGION England SCHOOL / PERIOD Romantic Subjects Christianity, Philosophy, Relationships, Arts & Sciences, Youth, Living, Pets, Religion Holidays Easter Poetic Terms Consonance, Refrain, Couplet Biography Continue reading this biography Poem Categorization If you disagree with this poem's categorization, make a suggestion. William Blake: The Tyger. Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. In Xanadu did Kubla KhanA stately pleasure-dome decree:Where Alph, the sacred river, ranThrough caverns measureless to manDown to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile groundWith walls and towers were girdled round:And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;And here were forests ancient as the hills,Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. But oh! That deep romantic chasm which slantedDown the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! As holy and enchantedAs e'er beneath a waning moon was hauntedBy woman wailing for her demon-lover! The shadow of the dome of pleasureFloated midway on the waves;Where was heard the mingled measureFrom the fountain and the caves.It was a miracle of rare device,A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice! Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll. 'Twas brillig, and the slithy tovesDid gyre and gimble in the wabe:All mimsy were the borogoves,And the mome raths outgrabe. 'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shunThe frumious Bandersnatch! ' He took his vorpal sword in hand:Long time the manxome foe he sought --So rested he by the Tumtum tree,And stood a while in thought. And, as in uffish thought he stood,The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,And burbled as it came! One two! 'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? 'Twas brillig, and the slithy tovesDid gyre and gimble in the wabe:All mimsy were the borogoves,And the mome raths outgrabe.
A Boat beneath a Sunny Sky by Lewis Carroll. 11. Mr. Eliot's Sunday Morning Service. T.S. Eliot. 1920. Poems. 1. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. T.S. Eliot. 1920. Prufrock and Other Observations. Eliot, T. S. 1922. The Waste Land.