William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

Comments about William Blake

  • Freshman - 508 Points Anton K (11/5/2015 3:04:00 PM)

    Mysticism's lord and master.

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  • Rookie - 0 Points Ben Failor (10/23/2015 1:32:00 AM)

    Let the slave grinding at the mill run out into the field. Let him look up into the heavens and laugh at the bright air. Let the inchained soul, shut up in darkness and in sighing. Who's face has never seen a smile in thirty weary years. Rise and look out, his chains are lose, his dungeon doors are open. And let his wife and children return from the oppressors scourge. They look behind at every step and believe it is a dream, singing the sun has left his blackness and found a fresher morning, and the fair moon rejoices in the clear and cloudless night. For empire is no more, and now the lion and wolf shall sieze. ~ Blake

  • Gold Star - 9,406 Points Charity Nduhiu (9/4/2015 1:08:00 AM)

    William you are a great poem. Keep up the good work

  • Veteran Poet - 1,253 Points Paola Degli Esposti (5/17/2015 5:41:00 AM)

    there is the sense of infinity

  • Veteran Poet - 1,928 Points p.a. noushad (3/23/2015 2:28:00 AM)

    dear, mystic touch of your verses touch my heart.

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  • Rookie Liad Hani (6/14/2014 10:49:00 AM)

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  • Rookie S B (5/5/2014 5:42:00 PM)

    A Little Boy Lost! love this poem

  • Rookie 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?

Best Poem of William Blake

A Poison Tree

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

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Love's Secret

Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart;
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears,
Ah! she did depart!

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