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- Herausgeber: Books on Demand
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018
Songs of Innocence, and Songs of Experience The Marriage of Heaven and Hell Once a dream did weave a shade O'er my angel guarded bed, That an emmet lost its way Where on grass methought I lay. Troubled, wildered, and forlorn, Dark, benighted, travel-worn, Over many a tangled spray, All heart broke, I heard her say: 'O my children! do they cry, Do they hear their father sigh? Now they look abroad to see, Now return and weep for me.
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ISBN: 9783748111122
Table of contents
SONGS OF INNOCENCE and SONGS OF EXPERIENCE
SONGS OF INNOCENCE
INTRODUCTION
THE SHEPHERD
THE ECHOING GREEN
THE LAMB
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY
THE BLOSSOM
THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER
THE LITTLE BOY LOST
THE LITTLE BOY FOUND
LAUGHING SONG
A CRADLE SONG
THE DIVINE IMAGE
HOLY THURSDAY
NIGHT
SPRING
NURSE’S SONG
INFANT JOY
A DREAM
ON ANOTHER’S SORROW
SONGS OF EXPERIENCE
INTRODUCTION
EARTH’S ANSWER
THE CLOD AND THE PEBBLE
HOLY THURSDAY
THE LITTLE GIRL LOST
THE LITTLE GIRL FOUND
THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER
NURSE’S SONG
THE SICK ROSE
THE FLY
THE ANGEL
THE TIGER
MY PRETTY ROSE TREE
AH, SUNFLOWER
THE LILY
THE GARDEN OF LOVE
THE LITTLE VAGABOND
LONDON
THE HUMAN ABSTRACT
INFANT SORROW
A POISON TREE
A LITTLE BOY LOST
A LITTLE GIRL LOST
A DIVINE IMAGE
A CRADLE SONG
THE SCHOOLBOY
TO TIRZAH
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD
THE MARRIAGE OF HEAVEN AND HELL
THE ARGUMENT
THE VOICE OF THE DEVIL
A MEMORABLE FANCY
PROVERBS OF HELL
A MEMORABLE FANCY
A MEMORABLE FANCY
A MEMORABLE FANCY
A MEMORABLE FANCY
A SONG OF LIBERTY
CHORUS
SONGS OF INNOCENCE and SONGS OF EXPERIENCE
SONGS OF INNOCENCE
INTRODUCTION
THE SHEPHERD
How sweet is the shepherd’s sweet lot!From the morn to the evening he strays;He shall follow his sheep all the day,And his tongue shall be fillèd 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 nigh.
THE ECHOING GREEN
The sun does arise,And make happy the skies;The merry bells ringTo welcome the Spring;The skylark and thrush,The birds of the bush,Sing louder aroundTo the bells’ cheerful sound;While our sports shall be seenOn the echoing green.
Old John, with white hair,Does laugh away care,Sitting under the oak,Among the old folk.They laugh at our play,And soon they all say,‘Such, such were the joysWhen we all—girls and boys—In our youth-time were seenOn the echoing green.’
Till the little ones, weary,No more can be merry:The sun does descend,And our sports have an end.Round the laps of their mothersMany sisters and brothers,Like birds in their nest,Are ready for rest,And sport no more seenOn the darkening green.
THE LAMB
Little lamb, who made thee? Does thou know who made thee,Gave thee life, and bid thee feedBy the stream and o’er the mead;Gave thee clothing of delight,Softest clothing, woolly, bright;Gave thee such a tender voice,Making all the vales rejoice? Little lamb, who made thee? Does thou know who made thee?
Little lamb, I’ll tell thee; Little lamb, I’ll tell thee:He is callèd by thy name,For He calls Himself a Lamb.He is meek, and He is mild,He became a little child.I a child, and thou a lamb,We are callèd by His name. Little lamb, God bless thee! Little lamb, God bless thee!
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY
My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O my soul is white!White as an angel is the English child, But I am black, as if bereaved of light.
My mother taught me underneath a tree, And, sitting down before the heat of day,She took me on her lap and kissèd me, And, pointing to the East, began to say:
‘ Look on the rising sun: there God does live, And gives His light, and gives His heat away,And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
‘ And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love;And these black bodies and this sunburnt face Are but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
‘ For, when our souls have learned the heat to bear, The cloud will vanish, we shall hear His voice,Saying, “Come out from the grove, my love and care, And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice.”’
Thus did my mother say, and kissed me, And thus I say to little English boy.When I from black, and he from white cloud free, And round the tent of God like lambs we joy,
I’ll shade him from the heat till he can bear To lean in joy upon our Father’s knee;And then I’ll stand and stroke his silver hair, And be like him, and he will then love me.
THE BLOSSOM
Merry, merry sparrow!
