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 Viii 1/3/2003
6. The Chimney-Sweeper: When My Mother Died I Was Very Young 12/31/2002
7. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Iv 1/3/2003
8. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Vi 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 V 1/3/2003
12. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ii 1/3/2003
13. The Book Of Urizen (Excerpts) 5/9/2001
14. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ix 1/3/2003
15. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Iii 1/3/2003
16. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter I 1/3/2003
17. When Klopstock England Defied 1/3/2003
18. Jerusalem: I See The Four-Fold Man, The Humanity In Deadly Sleep 5/9/2001
19. Preludium To Europe 5/9/2001
20. Song 5/9/2001
21. The Caverns Of The Grave I'Ve Seen 1/3/2003
22. The French Revolution (Excerpt) 5/9/2001
23. The Four Zoas (Excerpt) 5/9/2001
24. The Sky Is An Immortal Tent Built By The Sons Of Los 1/1/2004
25. To Thomas Butts 1/1/2004
26. Milton: But In The Wine-Presses The Human Grapes Sing Not Nor Dance 5/9/2001
27. The Question Answered 5/10/2001
28. The New Jerusalem 5/10/2001
29. If It Is True What The Prophets Write 1/3/2003
30. I See The Four-Fold Man 1/1/2004
31. The Song Of Los 1/3/2003
32. Samson 1/3/2003
33. Several Questions Answered 1/13/2003
34. Song: Memory, Hither Come 1/1/2004
35. Gwin King Of Norway 1/3/2003
36. To The Accuser Who Is The God Of This World 1/3/2003
37. Jerusalem: England! Awake! Awake! Awake! 5/9/2001
38. The Book Of Thel 5/9/2001
39. The Grey Monk 5/10/2001
40. To Morning 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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Samson

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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