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William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

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  • Rebecca Smith (7/29/2009 7:47:00 PM)

    Hello William Blake. My name is Rebecca Smith i started writing poetry last summer and my first poem was called Summer, i've written over abt 22 poems in the last past months and i have a friend who's working on the book and i plan on getting them published. When did you start writing? ? My favorite poem by you is A Dream. it's lovely! ! ! ! how was writing poetry for you? ? was it hard, or easy? ? for me it's both! ! ! ! your an Awesome writer! ! ! keep up the good work. I hope you reply to my comment i would love to talk to you. Love Rebecca! ! !

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  • Babyjoram Benson (5/18/2009 6:13:00 AM)

    Hello
    (favorfrank35@yahoo.co.uk)
    My name is Miss favor am 24yr old. I saw your profile today at www.poemhunter.com
    and it really acttract me alot i believe that you are the man i
    have been looking for to share my love; How is your health? i hope all is well
    with you. I believe that we can move from here; but remember that distance; age
    and colour dose not matter what matters is the true love and understanding; in
    my next
    e-mail i shall include my pictuer; i been waithing for your reply mail
    me with this mail address for further introduction.
    Bye hopeing to hear from you soonest

    (favorfrank35@yahoo.co.uk)

  • p.a. noushad (6/14/2008 1:37:00 AM)

    romantic touch in the poems gives me bliss, good poems.

  • Poppi Westbury (2/24/2008 6:58:00 AM)

    His poems speak to the romantic soul in me. I think his work is beautiful, mystical and enthralling.

  • The Riddler (2/13/2008 9:24:00 AM)

    boring made me fall asleep

  • Hannah Oak (3/11/2006 5:27:00 AM)

    Wiliam Blake has an interesting outlook when it comes to writing poems.Its the way he uses theoratical terms in his poetry that fasinates me the most and he also gives a sometimes happy sometimes sad outlook on certain areas on life in which you would quickley over see and not give much thought about.

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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