William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

William Blake Poems

2. The Rhine Was Red. 4/17/2015
3. The Fairy 3/2/2015
4. The Smile 2/9/2015
5. The Invocation 3/30/2010
6. The Chimney-Sweeper: When My Mother Died I Was Very Young 12/31/2002
7. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Vi 1/3/2003
8. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Iii 1/3/2003
9. The Book Of Urizen: Preludium 1/3/2003
10. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Vii 1/3/2003
11. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Viii 1/3/2003
12. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter V 1/3/2003
13. The Book Of Urizen (Excerpts) 5/9/2001
14. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Iv 1/3/2003
15. When Klopstock England Defied 1/3/2003
16. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ii 1/3/2003
17. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ix 1/3/2003
18. The Sky Is An Immortal Tent Built By The Sons Of Los 1/1/2004
19. To Thomas Butts 1/1/2004
20. If It Is True What The Prophets Write 1/3/2003
21. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter I 1/3/2003
22. Jerusalem: I See The Four-Fold Man, The Humanity In Deadly Sleep 5/9/2001
23. I Saw A Chapel 5/9/2001
24. The Caverns Of The Grave I'Ve Seen 1/3/2003
25. Preludium To Europe 5/9/2001
26. I See The Four-Fold Man 1/1/2004
27. The Song Of Los 1/3/2003
28. The Shepherd 1/3/2003
29. The Four Zoas (Excerpt) 5/9/2001
30. To The Accuser Who Is The God Of This World 1/3/2003
31. The French Revolution (Excerpt) 5/9/2001
32. The Grey Monk 5/10/2001
33. To Morning 1/3/2003
34. The Little Girl Found 1/13/2003
35. The New Jerusalem 5/10/2001
36. Jerusalem: England! Awake! Awake! Awake! 5/9/2001
37. Gwin King Of Norway 1/3/2003
38. Why Should I Care For The Men Of Thames 1/3/2003
39. The Book Of Thel 5/9/2001
40. The Little Vagabond 12/31/2002
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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Samson, the strongest of the children of men, I sing; how he was foiled by woman's arts, by a false wife brought to the gates of death! O Truth! that shinest with propitious beams, turning our earthly night to heavenly day, from presence of the Almighty Father, thou visitest our darkling world with blessed feet, bringing good news of Sin and Death

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