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 Chimney-Sweeper: When My Mother Died I Was Very Young 12/31/2002
6. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Vi 1/3/2003
7. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Viii 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: Preludium 1/3/2003
11. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Vii 1/3/2003
12. The Sky Is An Immortal Tent Built By The Sons Of Los 1/1/2004
13. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Iv 1/3/2003
14. To Thomas Butts 1/1/2004
15. The Caverns Of The Grave I'Ve Seen 1/3/2003
16. The French Revolution (Excerpt) 5/9/2001
17. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ix 1/3/2003
18. The Four Zoas (Excerpt) 5/9/2001
19. The Book Of Urizen (Excerpts) 5/9/2001
20. When Klopstock England Defied 1/3/2003
21. The New Jerusalem 5/10/2001
22. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ii 1/3/2003
23. Preludium To Europe 5/9/2001
24. To The Accuser Who Is The God Of This World 1/3/2003
25. The Question Answered 5/10/2001
26. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter I 1/3/2003
27. The Book Of Thel 5/9/2001
28. Milton: But In The Wine-Presses The Human Grapes Sing Not Nor Dance 5/9/2001
29. If It Is True What The Prophets Write 1/3/2003
30. To Morning 1/3/2003
31. The Grey Monk 5/10/2001
32. Jerusalem: I See The Four-Fold Man, The Humanity In Deadly Sleep 5/9/2001
33. I Saw A Chapel 5/9/2001
34. The Song Of Los 1/3/2003
35. I See The Four-Fold Man 1/1/2004
36. Song 5/9/2001
37. Reeds Of Innocence 1/3/2003
38. Gwin King Of Norway 1/3/2003
39. Why Should I Care For The Men Of Thames 1/3/2003
40. The Crystal Cabinet 5/9/2001
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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