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

Songs of Innocence and Experience. (1794) by William BlakeSongs of InnocenceIntroductionPiping down the v on the wholeeys wildPiping margin calls of pleasant glee,On a cloud I see a child,And he laughing said to me Pipe a song about a bearSo I piped with merry chear.Piper, pipe that song again -So I piped he wept to hear. Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe,Sing thy songs of happy chearSo I cheerfulnessg the same again,While he wept with ecstasy to hear. Piper, sit thee down and writeIn a book that all may read -So he vanishd from my sightAnd I pluckd a hollow reed, And I made a rural penAnd I staind the water clearAnd I wrote my happy songs,Every child may joy to hear. The shepherd How sweet 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 tender reply.He is watchful while they are in peace,For they know when their Shepherd is nig h. 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 aroundTo the bells chearful sound,While our sports shall be seenOn the Ecchoing Green. Old John with white hairDoes laugh away careSitting under the oakAmong the old folk.They laugh at our play,And concisely 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 endRound the laps of their female parentsMany 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 thou know 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 rejoiceLittle 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 god bless thee,Little Lamb god bless thee The Little Black BoyMy mother bore me in the southern wild,