Auguries of Innocence
William Blake
1757 to 1827
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Beats all the Lies you can invent
Shall never be belovd by Men
Thro the World we safely go
To those poor Souls who dwell in Night
The Strongest Poison ever known
When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light
Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night
The wanton Boy that kills the Fly
Some are Born to sweet delight
Will neer Believe do what you Please
Palsied strikes the Summers Sun
The poison of the Snake & Newt
Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly
Predicts the ruin of the State
The Catterpiller on the Leaf
Or if protected from on high
Does to Rags the Heavens tear
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Some are Born to sweet delight
He who torments the Chafers Sprite
A Clothing for the soul divine
Becomes a Babe in Eternity
And returnd to its own delight
Shall be mockd in Age & Death
He who shall teach the Child to Doubt
The Winners Shout the Losers Curse
We are led to Believe a Lie
Triumphs over Hell & Death
Throughout all these Human Lands
Does the Rising Sun affright
Is to Doubt a fit Reply
Shall never pass the Polar Bar
Shall feel the Spiders enmity
Every Morn and every Night
This is caught by Females bright
The Owl that calls upon the Night
Joy & Woe are woven fine
A Skylark wounded in the wing
The Beggars Dog & Widows Cat
Make Lame Philosophy to smile
A Horse misusd upon the Road
He who replies to words of Doubt
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
The Soldier armd with Sword & Gun
The Childs Toys & the Old Mans Reasons
Is the sweat of Envys Foot
Shudders Hell thr' all its regions
The Game Cock clipd & armd for fight
Every Farmer Understands
A Dove house filld with Doves & Pigeons
He who Doubts from what he sees
Keeps the Human Soul from Care
A Cherubim does cease to sing
Tools were made & Born were hands
The Princes Robes & Beggars Rags
When Gold & Gems adorn the Plow
The Beggars Rags fluttering in Air
And yet forgives the Butchers knife
Repeats to thee thy Mothers grief
The Gnat that sings his Summers Song
When we see not Thro the Eye
And when this we rightly know
A Robin Red breast in a Cage
Some are Born to Endless Night
Shall weave Old Englands winding Sheet
Dance before dead Englands Hearse
A dog starvd at his Masters Gate
Some to Misery are Born
Came from Caesars Laurel Crown
The Bleat the Bark Bellow & Roar
Nought can Deform the Human Race
The Babe is more than swadling Bands
Raises from Hell a Human Soul
One Mite wrung from the Labrers hands
If the Sun & Moon should Doubt
He who the Ox to wrath has movd
The Questioner who sits so sly
Licencd build that Nations Fate
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
Weaves a Bower in endless Night
Feed them & thou wilt grow fat
He who respects the Infants faith
Are Toadstools on the Misers Bags
Every Wolfs & Lions howl
It is right it should be so
Than all the Gold on Africs Shore
For the Last Judgment draweth nigh
Theyd immediately Go out
Shall buy & sell the Misers Lands
Like to the Armours iron brace
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
Are Waves that Beat on Heavens Shore
A Truth thats told with bad intent
The poison of the Honey Bee
Has left the Brain that wont Believe
To peaceful Arts shall Envy Bow
The Whore & Gambler by the State
Runs a joy with silken twine
But does a Human Form Display
Shall never be by Woman lovd
But no Good if a Passion is in you
He who shall hurt the little Wren
The Lamb misusd breeds Public Strife
The Babe that weeps the Rod beneath
Poison gets from Slanders tongue
Is the Artists Jealousy
Every Tear from Every Eye
Every Night & every Morn
To be in a Passion you Good may Do
A fibre from the Brain does tear
The wild deer, wandring here & there
The Emmets Inch & Eagles Mile
A Riddle or the Crickets Cry
God Appears & God is Light
Man was made for Joy & Woe
Speaks the Unbelievers fright
And Eternity in an hour
Calls to Heaven for Human blood
Shall never know how to Reply
Does that whole Nation sell & buy
Puts all Heaven in a Rage
The Harlots cry from Street to Street
To those who Dwell in Realms of day
He who shall train the Horse to War
The Bat that flits at close of Eve
Under every grief & pine
He who mocks the Infants Faith
Are the Fruits of the Two seasons
The poor Mans Farthing is worth more
The rotting Grave shall neer get out
Doth put the Light of Knowledge out
Writes Revenge in realms of Death