Songs of Innocence

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Can I see another's woe,
And not be in sorrows too?
Can I see another's grief,
And not seek for kind relief?

William Blake

Songs of Innocence

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Blake, William. "On Another's Sorrow." Songs of Innocence. London, 1789.

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Blake, William. "On Anothers Sorrow." William Blake: Selected Poems, edited by Nicholas Shrimpton. Oxford University Press, 2019.

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And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love.

William Blake

Songs of Innocence

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Blake, William. "The Little Black Boy." Songs of Innocence. London, 1789.

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Blake, William. "The Little Black Boy." William Blake: Selected Poems, edited by Nicholas Shrimpton. Oxford University Press, 2019.

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The moon like a flower
In heaven's high bower,
With silent delight,
Sits and smiles on the night.

William Blake

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Blake, William. "Night." Songs of Innocence. London, 1789.

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Blake, William. "Night." William Blake: Selected Poems, edited by Nicholas Shrimpton. Oxford University Press, 2019.

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Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life and bid the feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, wooly, bright.

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Blake, William. "The Lamb." Songs of Innocence. London, 1789.

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Blake, William. "The Lamb." William Blake: Selected Poems, edited by Nicholas Shrimpton. Oxford University Press, 2019.

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Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrows too? Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief?

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The moon like a flower In heaven's high bower, With silent delight, Sits and smiles on the night.

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Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Gave thee life and bid the feed By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, wooly, bright.

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Can I see another's woe,
And not be in sorrows too?
Can I see another's grief,
And not seek for kind relief?

And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love.

The moon like a flower
In heaven's high bower,
With silent delight,
Sits and smiles on the night.

Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life and bid the feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, wooly, bright.