William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

William Blake Poems

1. The Rhine Was Red. 4/17/2015
2. The Smile 2/9/2015
3. The Fairy 3/2/2015
4. The Invocation 3/30/2010
5. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Iv 1/3/2003
6. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter V 1/3/2003
7. The Book Of Urizen (Excerpts) 5/9/2001
8. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ix 1/3/2003
9. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Iii 1/3/2003
10. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Viii 1/3/2003
11. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Vi 1/3/2003
12. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ii 1/3/2003
13. When Klopstock England Defied 1/3/2003
14. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter I 1/3/2003
15. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Vii 1/3/2003
16. The Book Of Urizen: Preludium 1/3/2003
17. Preludium To Europe 5/9/2001
18. The New Jerusalem 5/10/2001
19. The Four Zoas (Excerpt) 5/9/2001
20. The Song Of Los 1/3/2003
21. To Thomas Butts 1/1/2004
22. Gwin King Of Norway 1/3/2003
23. I See The Four-Fold Man 1/1/2004
24. The French Revolution (Excerpt) 5/9/2001
25. The Sky Is An Immortal Tent Built By The Sons Of Los 1/1/2004
26. The Caverns Of The Grave I'Ve Seen 1/3/2003
27. Hear The Voice Of The Bard 5/9/2001
28. The Question Answered 5/10/2001
29. Now Art Has Lost Its Mental Charms 1/3/2003
30. Several Questions Answered 1/13/2003
31. The Book Of Thel 5/9/2001
32. Samson 1/3/2003
33. To See 3/30/2010
34. The Everlasting Gospel 1/1/2004
35. If It Is True What The Prophets Write 1/3/2003
36. Jerusalem: I See The Four-Fold Man, The Humanity In Deadly Sleep 5/9/2001
37. How Sweet I Roam'D 1/3/2003
38. Songs Of Experience: Introduction 1/13/2003
39. Why Should I Care For The Men Of Thames 1/3/2003
40. To The Accuser Who Is The God Of This World 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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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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