William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

William Blake Poems

1. A Cradle Song 1/13/2003
2. A Divine Image 5/9/2001
3. A Dream 5/9/2001
4. A Little Boy Lost 5/9/2001
5. A Little Girl Lost 5/9/2001
6. A Poison Tree 5/9/2001
7. A Song 5/9/2001
8. A War Song To Englishmen 1/3/2003
9. Ah Sunflower 5/9/2001
10. America, A Prophecy 5/9/2001
11. An Imitation Of Spenser 1/3/2003
12. And Did Those Feet In Ancient Time 1/13/2003
13. Auguries Of Innocence 5/9/2001
14. Broken Love 1/1/2004
15. But In The Wine-Presses The Human Grapes Sing Not Nor Dance 1/1/2004
16. Cradle Song 1/3/2003
17. Day 1/3/2003
18. Divine Image 5/9/2001
19. Earth's Answer 5/9/2001
20. England! Awake! Awake! Awake! 1/1/2004
21. Eternity 1/3/2003
22. Fair Elanor 1/3/2003
23. From Milton: And Did Those Feet 1/20/2003
24. Gwin King Of Norway 1/3/2003
25. Hear The Voice 1/4/2003
26. Hear The Voice Of The Bard 5/9/2001
27. Holy Thursday (Experience) 1/13/2003
28. Holy Thursday (Innocence) 1/13/2003
29. How Sweet I Roam'D 1/3/2003
30. I Heard An Angel 5/9/2001
31. I Rose Up At The Dawn Of Day 1/3/2003
32. I Saw A Chapel 5/9/2001
33. I See The Four-Fold Man 1/1/2004
34. If It Is True What The Prophets Write 1/3/2003
35. Infant Joy 5/9/2001
36. Infant Sorrow 5/9/2001
37. Introduction To The Songs Of Innocence 5/9/2001
38. Jerusalem 5/9/2001
39. Jerusalem: England! Awake! Awake! Awake! 5/9/2001
40. Jerusalem: I See The Four-Fold Man, The Humanity In Deadly Sleep 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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Samson, the strongest of the children of men, I sing; how he was foiled by woman's arts, by a false wife brought to the gates of death! O Truth! that shinest with propitious beams, turning our earthly night to heavenly day, from presence of the Almighty Father, thou visitest our darkling world with blessed feet, bringing good news of Sin and Death

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