William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

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  • Liad Hani (6/14/2014 10:49:00 AM)

    it is great poem by william Blake :) .....

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  • S B (5/5/2014 5:42:00 PM)

    A Little Boy Lost! love this poem

  • William Goldman (3/17/2014 9:48:00 AM)

    I hate to lay myself open to the charge of pedantry; nonetheless in the poem London, line 3 should read And mark... rather than A mark... - which, when you think about it, makes no sense, does it?

  • A S (1/16/2014 11:59:00 AM)

    I really admire the combination of both visual and poetic art that happens in Blake's original publications of his poems. I am always surprised at how people tend to overlook them. There are great copies of the illustrations at http: //www.blakearchive.org/blake/

  • Shyam Kishore Mukherjee (11/26/2013 5:30:00 AM)

    As a poet I admire and like all the creations of William Blake. Going through the poetry of him transform me to another world. I like to read other works of him.

  • Wahab Abdul (11/20/2013 7:46:00 AM)

    most acclaimed poet in the world by reputed critics of the world.. i am liking him too much...

  • Ron Maynard (11/19/2013 9:01:00 AM)

    Was this poem not used to describe the Dark Knight?

  • Shubham Ghormode (5/26/2013 3:52:00 AM)

    just awesome As like the william!

Earth's Answer

Earth raised up her head
From the darkness dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.

'Prisoned on watery shore,
Starry jealousy does keep my den
Cold and hoar;

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