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William Blake
William Blake

Angel, The

Angel, The
I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!
An…

491
William Blake
William Blake

Blind Man's Buff

Blind Man's Buff
When silver snow decks Susan's clothes,
And jewel hangs at th' shepherd's nose,
The blushing bank is all my care,
With hearth so…

540
William Blake
William Blake

An Imitation of Spenser

An Imitation of Spenser
Golden Apollo, that thro' heaven wide
Scatter'st the rays of light, and truth's beams,
In lucent words my darkling verses dight, …

478
William Blake
William Blake

Ah! Sunflower

Ah! Sunflower
Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey…

422
William Blake
William Blake

A Poison Tree

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.
A…

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William Blake
William Blake

A War Song to Englishmen

A War Song to Englishmen
Prepare, prepare the iron helm of war,
Bring forth the lots, cast in the spacious orb;
Th' Angel of Fate turns them with mighty …

643
William Blake
William Blake

A Little Boy Lost

A Little Boy Lost
v'Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know.

567
William Blake
William Blake

A Divine Image

A Divine Image
Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secresy the human dress.
The human…

387
Wilfred Owen
Wilfred Owen

Winter Song

Winter Song
The browns, the olives, and the yellows died,
And were swept up to heaven; where they glowed
Each dawn and set of sun till Christmastide,

176
William Blake
William Blake

A Cradle Song

A Cradle Song
Sweet dreams form a shade,
O'er my lovely infants head.
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams,
By happy silent moony beams
Sweet…

535
Wilfred Owen
Wilfred Owen

The Young Soldier

The Young Soldier
It is not death
Without hereafter
To one in dearth
Of life and its laughter,
Nor the sweet murder
Dealt slow an…

151
Wilfred Owen
Wilfred Owen

Uriconium: an Ode

Uriconium: an Ode
It lieth low near merry England's heart
Like a long-buried sin; and Englishmen
Forget that in its death their sires had part.
A…

150
Wilfred Owen
Wilfred Owen

The Send-off

The Send-off
Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way
To the siding-shed,
And lined the train with faces grimly gay.
Their breasts wer…

447
Wilfred Owen
Wilfred Owen

The Show

The Show
My soul looked down from a vague height with Death,
As unremembering how I rose or why,
And saw a sad land, weak with sweats of dearth,

166
Wilfred Owen
Wilfred Owen

The Parable of the Old Man and the Young

The Parable of the Old Man and the Young
So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife.
And as they sojourned both…

371
Wilfred Owen
Wilfred Owen

The Parable of the Young Man and the Old

The Parable of the Young Man and the Old
So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife.
And as they sojourned, bot…

296
Wilfred Owen
Wilfred Owen

The Kind Ghosts

The Kind Ghosts
She sleeps on soft, last breaths; but no ghost looms
Out of the stillness of her palace wall,
Her wall of boys on boys and dooms on dooms…

205
Wilfred Owen
Wilfred Owen

The Letter

The Letter
With B.E.F. Jun . Dear Wife,
(Oh blast this pencil. 'Ere, Bill, lend's a knife.)
I'm in the pink at present, dear.
I think the war wil…

258
Wilfred Owen
Wilfred Owen

The Calls [unfinished]

The Calls [unfinished]
A dismal fog-hoarse siren howls at dawn.
I watch the man it calls for, pushed and drawn
Backwards and forwards, helpless as a pawn…

169
Wilfred Owen
Wilfred Owen

The Dead-beat

The Dead-beat
He dropped, - more sullenly than wearily,
Lay stupid like a cod, heavy like meat,
And none of us could kick him to his feet;
-just …

232
Wilfred Owen
Wilfred Owen

Spells and Incantations

Spells and Incantations
A vague pearl, a wan pearl
You showed me once; I peered through far-gone winters
Until my mind was fog-bound in that gem.

172
Wilfred Owen
Wilfred Owen

Strange Meeting

Strange Meeting
It seemed that out of the battle I escaped
Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped
Through granites which Titanic wars had …

760
Wilfred Owen
Wilfred Owen

Smile, Smile, Smile

Smile, Smile, Smile
Head to limp head, the sunk-eyed wounded scanned
Yesterday's Mail; the casualties (typed small)
And (large) Vast Booty from our Lates…

224
Wilfred Owen
Wilfred Owen

Schoolmistress

Schoolmistress
Schoolmistress
Having, with bold Horatius, stamped her feet
And waved a final swashing arabesque
O'er the brave days of old, she c…

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