William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

William Blake Poems

1. The Rhine Was Red. 4/17/2015
2. The Fairy 3/2/2015
3. The Smile 2/9/2015
4. The Invocation 3/30/2010
5. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Vi 1/3/2003
6. When Klopstock England Defied 1/3/2003
7. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Iv 1/3/2003
8. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Iii 1/3/2003
9. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter V 1/3/2003
10. The Book Of Urizen: Preludium 1/3/2003
11. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Vii 1/3/2003
12. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Viii 1/3/2003
13. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ii 1/3/2003
14. The French Revolution (Excerpt) 5/9/2001
15. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ix 1/3/2003
16. The Book Of Urizen (Excerpts) 5/9/2001
17. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter I 1/3/2003
18. Why Should I Care For The Men Of Thames 1/3/2003
19. The Sky Is An Immortal Tent Built By The Sons Of Los 1/1/2004
20. The Question Answered 5/10/2001
21. Preludium To Europe 5/9/2001
22. The Four Zoas (Excerpt) 5/9/2001
23. To Thomas Butts 1/1/2004
24. I See The Four-Fold Man 1/1/2004
25. The Caverns Of The Grave I'Ve Seen 1/3/2003
26. The New Jerusalem 5/10/2001
27. Jerusalem: I See The Four-Fold Man, The Humanity In Deadly Sleep 5/9/2001
28. Song 5/9/2001
29. The Everlasting Gospel 1/1/2004
30. Milton: But In The Wine-Presses The Human Grapes Sing Not Nor Dance 5/9/2001
31. To Tirzah 1/3/2003
32. To The Accuser Who Is The God Of This World 1/3/2003
33. Song: Memory, Hither Come 1/1/2004
34. If It Is True What The Prophets Write 1/3/2003
35. Samson 1/3/2003
36. Now Art Has Lost Its Mental Charms 1/3/2003
37. Milton: And Did Those Feet In Ancient Time 5/9/2001
38. Several Questions Answered 1/13/2003
39. The Song Of Los 1/3/2003
40. I Saw A Chapel 5/9/2001
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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