William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

Comments about William Blake

  • kim kate (3/28/2016 4:51:00 AM)

    He is one of my favourite poets

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  • Andrew Winesteine (2/2/2016 2:04:00 PM)

    Snoopy, one day we shall all die. Yes. But on all the others, we don't have to.

  • Cory Mitchell (12/2/2015 7:14:00 AM)

    (a little boy lost) (a little boy found) they are to be read one after another

  • Anton K Anton K (11/5/2015 3:04:00 PM)

    Mysticism's lord and master.

  • Ben Failor (10/23/2015 1:32:00 AM)

    Let the slave grinding at the mill run out into the field. Let him look up into the heavens and laugh at the bright air. Let the inchained soul, shut up in darkness and in sighing. Who's face has never seen a smile in thirty weary years. Rise and look out, his chains are lose, his dungeon doors are open. And let his wife and children return from the oppressors scourge. They look behind at every step and believe it is a dream, singing the sun has left his blackness and found a fresher morning, and the fair moon rejoices in the clear and cloudless night. For empire is no more, and now the lion and wolf shall sieze. ~ Blake

  • Charity Nduhiu Charity Nduhiu (9/4/2015 1:08:00 AM)

    William you are a great poem. Keep up the good work

  • Paola Degli Esposti Paola Degli Esposti (5/17/2015 5:41:00 AM)

    there is the sense of infinity

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (3/23/2015 2:28:00 AM)

    dear, mystic touch of your verses touch my heart.

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  • Liad Hani (6/14/2014 10:49:00 AM)

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

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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A QUESTION ANSWERED

What is it men in women do require?
The lineaments of Gratified Desire.
What is it women do in men require?
The lineaments of Gratified Desire.

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