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. 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 (Excerpts) 5/9/2001
11. The Book Of Urizen: Preludium 1/3/2003
12. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Vii 1/3/2003
13. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ix 1/3/2003
14. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter I 1/3/2003
15. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Vi 1/3/2003
16. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ii 1/3/2003
17. To Thomas Butts 1/1/2004
18. The Caverns Of The Grave I'Ve Seen 1/3/2003
19. The Four Zoas (Excerpt) 5/9/2001
20. Jerusalem: I See The Four-Fold Man, The Humanity In Deadly Sleep 5/9/2001
21. Why Should I Care For The Men Of Thames 1/3/2003
22. Preludium To Europe 5/9/2001
23. Jerusalem: England! Awake! Awake! Awake! 5/9/2001
24. The French Revolution (Excerpt) 5/9/2001
25. The New Jerusalem 5/10/2001
26. The Sky Is An Immortal Tent Built By The Sons Of Los 1/1/2004
27. The Book Of Thel 5/9/2001
28. To The Accuser Who Is The God Of This World 1/3/2003
29. I See The Four-Fold Man 1/1/2004
30. The Song Of Los 1/3/2003
31. Milton: But In The Wine-Presses The Human Grapes Sing Not Nor Dance 5/9/2001
32. The Question Answered 5/10/2001
33. Gwin King Of Norway 1/3/2003
34. The Everlasting Gospel 1/1/2004
35. To Tirzah 1/3/2003
36. Hear The Voice Of The Bard 5/9/2001
37. The Two Songs 1/3/2003
38. Several Questions Answered 1/13/2003
39. Reeds Of Innocence 1/3/2003
40. If It Is True What The Prophets Write 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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