I Saw a Chapel

By William Blake 1757–1827 William Blake
I saw a chapel all of gold
That none did dare to enter in 
And many weeping stood without 
Weeping mourning worshipping

I saw a serpent rise between
The white pillars of the door 
And he forcd & forcd & forcd 
Down the golden hinges tore 

And along the pavement sweet 
Set with pearls and rubies bright 
All his slimy length he drew
Till upon the altar white

Vomiting his poison out
On the bread & on the wine
So I turnd into a sty
And laid me down among the swine 

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Poet William Blake 1757–1827

POET’S REGION England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Romantic

Subjects Religion, Pets, Crime & Punishment, Living, Social Commentaries, Relationships, Sorrow & Grieving

Poetic Terms Imagery, Consonance

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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 being . . .

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SUBJECT Religion, Pets, Crime & Punishment, Living, Social Commentaries, Relationships, Sorrow & Grieving

POET’S REGION England

SCHOOL / PERIOD Romantic

Poetic Terms Imagery, Consonance

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Originally appeared in Poetry magazine.

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