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Pipe a song about a Lamb;


So 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 chear,


So I sung the same again


While he wept with joy to hear

Introduction to Songs of Innocence


Blake

Pipers...

Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song


Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of Heaven among


Beneath them sit the aged men wise guardians of the poor


Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door

Holy Thursday from Songs of Innocence


Blake

Children, pity, religious imagery, priests, angels, poor

O what a multitude they seemd these flowers of London town


Seated in companies they sit with radiance all their own


The hum of multitudes was there but multitudes of lambs


Thousands of little boys & girls raising their innocent hands

Holy Thursday from Songs of Innocence


Blake

children, lambs

There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head


That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved, so I said,


"Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head's bare,


You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair."

The Chimney Sweeper from Songs of Innocence


Blake

sad children, lambs, Tom, white/black

Then naked & white, all their bags left behind,


They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind.


And the Angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy,


He'd have God for his father & never want joy.

The Chimney Sweeper from Songs of Innocence


Blake

death, angels, Tom, children, goodness, joy, clouds

And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark


And got with our bags & our brushes to work.


Though the morning was cold, Tom was happy & warm;


So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.

The Chimney Sweeper from Songs of Innocence


Blake

Work, children, warmth, innocence, duty

And by came an Angel who had a bright key,


And he opened the coffins & set them all free;


Then down a green plain, leaping, laughing they run,


And wash in a river and shine in the Sun.

The Chimney Sweeper from Songs of Innocence


Blake

Angel, children, innocence,

Then naked & white, all their bags left behind,


They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind.

The Chimney Sweeper from Songs of Innocence


Blake

light/dark imagery, clouds, death, innocence

Hear the voice of the Bard!
Who Present, Past, & Future sees
Whose ears have heard,
The Holy Word,
That walk'd among the ancient trees.

Calling the lapsed Soul
And weeping in the evening dew:
That might controll.
The starry pole;
And fallen fallen light renew!

Introduction to Songs of Experience


Blake

Holy, 'Voice of the Bard' - a call to listen to a story (purpose of an introduction), weeping, fallenness

O Earth O Earth return!
Arise from out the dewy grass;
Night is worn.
And the morn
Rises from the slumberous mass.

Introduction to Songs of Experience


Blake

Turn away no more:
Why wilt thou turn away
The starry floor
The watry shore
Is giv'n thee till the break of day.

Introduction to Songs of Experience


Blake

Call to action - not turning away

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.

The Chimney Sweeper from Songs of Experience


Blake

black/white imagery, sad children, church (institution), woe

Because I was happy upon the heath,


And smil'd among the winter's snow,


They clothed me in the clothes of death,


And taught me to sing the notes of woe.

The Chimney Sweeper from Songs of Experience


Blake

happiness, innocence, death, woe

And because I am happy and dance and sing,


They think they have done me no injury,


And are gone to praise God and his Priest and King,


Who make up a heaven of our misery."

The Chimney Sweeper from Songs of Experience


Blake

Innocence, God, religious institutional imagery, children

Is this a holy thing to see,


In a rich and fruitful land,


Babes reducd to misery,


Fed with cold and usurous hand?

Holy Thursday from Songs of Experience


Blake

Children, holy,

Is that trembling cry a song?


Can it be a song of joy?


And so many children poor?


It is a land of poverty!

Holy Thursday from Songs of Experience


Blake

poor children, poverty, innocence, joy, singing

And their sun does never shine.


And their fields are bleak & bare.


And their ways are fill'd with thorns.


It is eternal winter there.

Holy Thursday from Songs of Experience


Blake

reality of the EXPERIENCE stage


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.

London from Songs of Experience


Blake

Thames (London), weakness and woe. (no one uses 'woe' as frequently as Blake)

In every cry of every Man,


In every Infant’s cry of fear,


In every voice, in every ban,


The mind-forg’d manacles I hear.

London from Songs of Experience


Blake

Infants, crying, fear

How the chimney-sweeper’s cry


Every black’ning church appals;


And the hapless soldier’s sigh


Runs in blood down palace walls.

London from Songs of Experience

Much more vague in reference to chimney sweepers than the Chimney Sweeper poems, church imagery, blackness, death

But most thro’ midnight streets I hear


How the youthful harlot’s curse


Blasts the new-born infant’s tear,


And blights with plagues the marriage hearse.

London from Songs of Experience


Blake

Infant, crying, death

You throw the sand against the wind,


And the wind blows it back again.

Mock On, Mock On
Blake

And every sand becomes a gem


Reflected in the beams divine;


Blown back they blind the mocking eye,


But still in Israel’s paths they shine.

Mock On, Mock On


Blake

Israel -- Jerusalem, mocking, religious imagery (beams divine)

The atoms of Democritus


And Newton’s particles of light


Are sands upon the Red Sea shore,


Where Israel’s tents do shine so bright.

Mock On, Mock On


Blake

Israel - Jerusalem, light/dark, light/dark, Red Sea, discrediting science

And was the holy Lamb of God,


On Englands pleasant pastures seen!

And Did Those Feet


Blake

holy, lamb, God, pastures

And did the Countenance Divine,


Shine forth upon our clouded hills?


And was Jerusalem builded here,


Among these dark Satanic Mills?

And Did Those Feet


Blake

Divinity, light/dark, cloud, Jerusalem

Bring me my Bow of burning gold:


Bring me my arrows of desire:


Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!


Bring me my Chariot of fire!

And Did Those Feet


Blake

Religious imagery, clouds, light/dark, tools to build Jerusalem

I will not cease from Mental Fight,


Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand:


Till we have built Jerusalem,


In Englands green & pleasant Land.

And Did Those Feet


Blake

Religious imagery, Jerusalem