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Auguries of Innocence To see the World in a Grain of Sand And a heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour.

Art and Words

The Christ Child on the Cross

The Lamb: Songs of innocence Little Lamb, who made thee Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life, and bid thee feed By 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? Dost thou know who made thee? Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee; Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee: He is called 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 called by His name. Little Lamb, God bless thee!

Auguries of Innocence A Robin Red breast in a Cage Puts all Heaven in a Rage A Dove house fill’d with Doves and Pigeons Shudders Hell thro’ all its regions A dog starv’d at his Master’s Gate Predicts the ruin of the State A Horse misus’d upon the Road Calls to Heaven for Human blood Each outcry of the hunted Hare A fibre from the Brain does tear

London: Songs of Experience I wandered through each chartered street, Near where the chartered Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet, Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every man, In every infant’s cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forged manacles I hear: How the chimney-sweeper’s cry Every blackening church appals, And the hapless soldier’s sigh Runs in blood down palace-walls. But most, through midnight streets I hear How the youthful harlot’s curse Blasts the new-born infant’s tear, And blights with plagues the marriage-hearse

Urizen. The Ancient of Days

Urizen

Los Howl’d in a Dismal Stupor: The Book of Urizen

Revelation 13;1 The Dragon and the Beast rising out of the sea

Revelation 17: The Whore of Babylon

Adam and Eve discover Abel’s body

Job’s Dreams

Job: I have heard thee with the hearing of the ear but now my eye seeth thee (42;5)

The Divine Image Songs of Innocence To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, Is God our Father dear; And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, Is man, his child and care. For Mercy has a human heart Pity, a human face; And Love, the human form divine; And Peace, the human dress. Then every man, of every clime, That prays in his distress, Prays to the human form divine: Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace. And all must love the human form, In heathen, Turk, or Jew. Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell, There God is dwelling too.

Jesus and the woman caught in adultery

The Garden of Love (part) from Songs of Experience I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen; A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green.   And the gates of this Chapel were shut And ‘‘Thou shalt not,’’ writ over the door; So I turned to the Garden of Love That so many sweet flowers bore. And I saw it was filled with graves, And tombstones where flowers should be; And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds, And binding with briars my joys and desires.

Catherine and William