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.
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.
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."
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Poet
William Blake
1757–1827
POET’S REGION
England
SCHOOL / PERIOD
Romantic
Subjects
Religion,
Living,
Social Commentaries,
Youth,
Faith & Doubt,
Class,
Christianity,
God & the Divine
Poetic Terms
Dramatic Monologue,
Couplet,
Imagery
In his Life of William Blake (1863) Alexander Gilchrist warned his readers that Blake "neither wrote nor drew for the many, hardly for work'y-day men at all, rather for children and angels; himself 'a divine child,' whose playthings were sun, moon, and stars, the heavens and the earth." Yet Blake himself believed that his writings were of national importance and that they could be understood by a majority of men. Far from . . .
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Poem Categorization
SUBJECT
Religion,
Living,
Social Commentaries,
Youth,
Faith & Doubt,
Class,
Christianity,
God & the Divine
POET’S REGION
England
SCHOOL / PERIOD
Romantic
Poetic Terms
Dramatic Monologue,
Couplet,
Imagery
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