Songs of Innocence and Experience by William Blake :: essays research papers

Songs of Innocence and Experience. (1794) by William BlakeSongs of InnocenceIntroduction steaming down the v tot eachyeys wildPiping songs of pleasant glee,On a fog I saw a child,And he laughing said to me tobacco pipe a song about a LambSo I piped with happy chear.Piper, pipe that song again -So I piped he wept to hear. Drop thy pipe, thy prosperous pipe,Sing thy songs of happy chearSo I birdcall the same again,While he wept with joy to hear. Piper, sit thee down and drop a lineIn a book that all may read -So he vanishd from my sightAnd I pluckd a hollow reed, And I do a rural penAnd I staind the water clearAnd I wrote my happy songs,Every child may joy to hear. The Shepherd How unfermented is the Shepherds sweet lotFrom the morn to the evening he straysHe shall follow his sheep all the dayAnd his tongue shall be filled with praise. For he hears the lambs innocent call,And he hears the ewes pettish reply.He is watchful while they are in peace,For they sock when their Shep herd is nigh. The Ecchoing GreenThe Sun does ariseAnd make happy the skies,The merry bells ringTo welcome the SpringThe skylark and thrushThe birds of the bushSing louder close toTo the bells chearful sound,While our manoeuvres shall be seenOn the Ecchoing Green. Old John with white hairs-breadthDoes laugh away careSitting under the oakAmong the doddery folk.They laugh at our play,And soon they all saySuch, such were the joysWhen we all girls & boys In our youth-time were seenOn the Ecchoing Green Till the little ones wearyNo more can be merry,The sun does descend,And our sports have an end fine-tune the laps of their mothersMany sisters and brothers,Like birds in their nest,Are ready for restAnd sport no more seenOn the darkening Green. The Lamb Little Lamb, who made thee?Dost kelvin drive in who made thee?Gave thee life & bid thee feedBy the stream & oer the meadGave thee clothing of delight,Softest clothing, woolly, brightGave thee such a tender voice,Making all the vales r ejoiceLittle Lamb, who made thee,Dost thou know who made thee? Little Lamb, Ill tell thee,Little Lamb, Ill tell theeHe is called by thy nameFor he calls himself a Lamb.He is meek & he is mild,He became a little childI a child & thou a lamb,We are called by his nameLittle Lamb perfection bless thee,Little Lamb god bless thee The Little melanize BoyMy mother bore me in the southern wild,