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. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Viii 1/3/2003
7. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter V 1/3/2003
8. The Book Of Urizen: Preludium 1/3/2003
9. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Vii 1/3/2003
10. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ix 1/3/2003
11. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Iv 1/3/2003
12. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Iii 1/3/2003
13. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ii 1/3/2003
14. When Klopstock England Defied 1/3/2003
15. The Book Of Urizen (Excerpts) 5/9/2001
16. Preludium To Europe 5/9/2001
17. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter I 1/3/2003
18. Milton: But In The Wine-Presses The Human Grapes Sing Not Nor Dance 5/9/2001
19. The Caverns Of The Grave I'Ve Seen 1/3/2003
20. Song 5/9/2001
21. The New Jerusalem 5/10/2001
22. The Sky Is An Immortal Tent Built By The Sons Of Los 1/1/2004
23. The Question Answered 5/10/2001
24. Gwin King Of Norway 1/3/2003
25. I See The Four-Fold Man 1/1/2004
26. The French Revolution (Excerpt) 5/9/2001
27. The Everlasting Gospel 1/1/2004
28. The Four Zoas (Excerpt) 5/9/2001
29. Why Should I Care For The Men Of Thames 1/3/2003
30. To Thomas Butts 1/1/2004
31. From Milton: And Did Those Feet 1/20/2003
32. The Little Girl Found 1/13/2003
33. Fair Elanor 1/3/2003
34. I Saw A Chapel 5/9/2001
35. To The Accuser Who Is The God Of This World 1/3/2003
36. The Book Of Thel 5/9/2001
37. If It Is True What The Prophets Write 1/3/2003
38. To See 3/30/2010
39. The Grey Monk 5/10/2001
40. To Nobodaddy 1/3/2003
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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