Strangely I feel I knew the story before it was told. but each moment I listened on with ghostly white face at what my ears were hearing, deeper in my soul for the creator, I was cheering. my applauds to the writter of the story , for know that it's true and to creator do give all the glory.
When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry 'Weep! weep! weep! weep!' So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep. There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head, That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved; so I said, 'Hush, Tom! never mind it, for, when your head's bare, You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair.' And so he was quiet, and that very night, As Tom was a-sleeping, he had such a sight!-- That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack, Were all of them locked up in coffins of black. And by came an angel, who had a bright key, And he opened the coffins, and set them all free; Then down a green plain, leaping, laughing, they run And wash in a river, and shine in the sun. Then naked and white, all their bags left behind, They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind; And the angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy, He'd have God for his father, and never want joy. And so Tom awoke, and we rose in the dark, And got with our bags and our brushes to work. Though the morning was cold, Tom was happy and warm: So, if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.
WHEN MY MOTHER DIED I WAS VERY YOUNG AND MY FATHER SOLD ME WHILE YET MY TONGUE COULD SCARCELY CRY "WEEP! WEEP! WEEP! WEEP!" SO YOUR CHIMNEYS I SWEEP & IN SOOT I SLEEP. THERE'S LITTLE TOM DACRE, WHO CRIED WHEN HIS HEAD THAT CURLED LIKE A LAMB'S BACK WAS SHAVED, SO I SAID "HUSH, TOM! NEVER MIND IT. FOR WHEN YOUR HEAD'S BARE YOU KNOW THAT THE SOOT CANNOT SPOIL YOUR WHITE HAIR." AND SO HE WAS QUIET & THAT VERY NIGHT AS TOM WAS A-SLEEPING, HE HAD SUCH A SIGHT THAT THOUSANDS OF SWEEPERS, DICK, JOE, NED & JACK WERE ALL OF THEM LOCKED UP IN COFFINS OF BLACK; AND BY CAME AN ANGEL WHO HAD A BRIGHT KEY AND HE OPENED THE COFFINS & SET THEM ALL FREE THEN DOWN A GREEN PLAIN, LEAPING, LAUGHING, THEN RUN AND WASH IN A RIVER AND SHINE IN THE SUN. THEN NAKED & WHITE, ALL THEIR BAGS LEFT BEHIND THEY RISE UPON CLOUDS AND SPORT IN THE WIND AND THE ANGEL TOLD TOM, IF HE'D BE A GOOD BOY HE'D HAVE GOD FOR HIS FATHER & NEVER WANT JOY. AND SO TOM AWOKE; AND WE ROSE IN THE DARK AND GOT WITH OUR BAGS & OUR BRUSHES TO WORK. THOUGH THE MORNING WAS COLD, TOM WAS HAPPY & WARM; SO IF ALL THEIR DUTY, THEY NEED NOT FEAR HARM.
I study English, and your video really helped me. Thank you very much.
I adore William Blake.
This guy actually looks eerily like Blake himself. You know, with more advanced sweater technology...
love Blake's juxtapositions between light and dark, innocence against evil
Strangely I feel I knew the story before it was told.
but each moment I listened on with ghostly white face at what my ears were hearing, deeper in my soul for the creator, I was cheering.
my applauds to the writter of the story , for know that it's true and to creator do give all the glory.
thank you , thank mr. Jones and thanks William Blake
very well read Mr. Toby Jones i was practicing for my drama through this video only thanks a ton very good upload.
When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry 'Weep! weep! weep! weep!'
So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head,
That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved; so I said,
'Hush, Tom! never mind it, for, when your head's bare,
You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair.'
And so he was quiet, and that very night,
As Tom was a-sleeping, he had such a sight!--
That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black.
And by came an angel, who had a bright key,
And he opened the coffins, and set them all free;
Then down a green plain, leaping, laughing, they run
And wash in a river, and shine in the sun.
Then naked and white, all their bags left behind,
They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind;
And the angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy,
He'd have God for his father, and never want joy.
And so Tom awoke, and we rose in the dark,
And got with our bags and our brushes to work.
Though the morning was cold, Tom was happy and warm:
So, if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.
You have an uncanny resemblance to William Blake! Great reading as always.
That was beautiful!
WEEP WEEP WEEP
THANK YOU ever so much!!! I will use it with my students!!!!!
noo you make our lives hard.
i don't think it misses the irony at the end, at all! Its good.
English teachers be like- arrived at your destination
Excellent reading. Thank you for sharing it.
Mes fans sont des poètes comme William Carlos William,Kérouac,Ginsberg,la Bétitude des années 40-50,Blake était une force de l'écrirure..thanks..
So sad yet uplifting
Not really uplifting, it's really bleak and depressing actually.
Thank you sir
Very very nice!
great reading!bravo!
It is very well read!
Sir thanks for your video
Traffic or not, great reading.
Very well read. You really do look like the man himself.
Veri veri nice
was that the guy from "The Mist " the store guy with the gun anyone else see it?
its a good movie gay ending
Weep! Weep, Weep Weep!
nice
I love Toby Jones, and he has 'weep weep weep weep' just right, but his reading misses the irony at the end
They died as adolescents from testicular cancer.
Great reading and interpretation, but how about a better background?
WHEN MY MOTHER DIED I WAS VERY YOUNG
AND MY FATHER SOLD ME WHILE YET MY TONGUE
COULD SCARCELY CRY "WEEP! WEEP! WEEP! WEEP!"
SO YOUR CHIMNEYS I SWEEP & IN SOOT I SLEEP.
THERE'S LITTLE TOM DACRE, WHO CRIED WHEN HIS HEAD
THAT CURLED LIKE A LAMB'S BACK WAS SHAVED, SO I SAID
"HUSH, TOM! NEVER MIND IT. FOR WHEN YOUR HEAD'S BARE
YOU KNOW THAT THE SOOT CANNOT SPOIL YOUR WHITE HAIR."
AND SO HE WAS QUIET & THAT VERY NIGHT
AS TOM WAS A-SLEEPING, HE HAD SUCH A SIGHT
THAT THOUSANDS OF SWEEPERS, DICK, JOE, NED & JACK
WERE ALL OF THEM LOCKED UP IN COFFINS OF BLACK;
AND BY CAME AN ANGEL WHO HAD A BRIGHT KEY
AND HE OPENED THE COFFINS & SET THEM ALL FREE
THEN DOWN A GREEN PLAIN, LEAPING, LAUGHING, THEN RUN
AND WASH IN A RIVER AND SHINE IN THE SUN.
THEN NAKED & WHITE, ALL THEIR BAGS LEFT BEHIND
THEY RISE UPON CLOUDS AND SPORT IN THE WIND
AND THE ANGEL TOLD TOM, IF HE'D BE A GOOD BOY
HE'D HAVE GOD FOR HIS FATHER & NEVER WANT JOY.
AND SO TOM AWOKE; AND WE ROSE IN THE DARK
AND GOT WITH OUR BAGS & OUR BRUSHES TO WORK.
THOUGH THE MORNING WAS COLD, TOM WAS HAPPY & WARM;
SO IF ALL THEIR DUTY, THEY NEED NOT FEAR HARM.