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William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

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  • Precious Jones (7/11/2014 3:34:00 PM)

    Greetings To You
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    it is quite interesting to me,

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  • Liad Hani (6/14/2014 10:49:00 AM)

    it is great poem by william Blake :) .....

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  • S B (5/5/2014 5:42:00 PM)

    A Little Boy Lost! love this poem

  • William Goldman (3/17/2014 9:48:00 AM)

    I hate to lay myself open to the charge of pedantry; nonetheless in the poem London, line 3 should read And mark... rather than A mark... - which, when you think about it, makes no sense, does it?

  • A S (1/16/2014 11:59:00 AM)

    I really admire the combination of both visual and poetic art that happens in Blake's original publications of his poems. I am always surprised at how people tend to overlook them. There are great copies of the illustrations at http: //www.blakearchive.org/blake/

  • Shyam Kishore Mukherjee (11/26/2013 5:30:00 AM)

    As a poet I admire and like all the creations of William Blake. Going through the poetry of him transform me to another world. I like to read other works of him.

  • Wahab Abdul (11/20/2013 7:46:00 AM)

    most acclaimed poet in the world by reputed critics of the world.. i am liking him too much...

  • Ron Maynard (11/19/2013 9:01:00 AM)

    Was this poem not used to describe the Dark Knight?

  • Shubham Ghormode (5/26/2013 3:52:00 AM)

    just awesome As like the william!

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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