William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

William Blake Poems

41. The Invocation 3/30/2010
42. The Human Abstract 1/3/2003
43. The Grey Monk 5/10/2001
44. The Garden Of Love 12/31/2002
45. The French Revolution (Excerpt) 5/9/2001
46. The Four Zoas (Excerpt) 5/9/2001
47. The Fly 5/9/2001
48. The Fairy 3/2/2015
49. The Everlasting Gospel 1/1/2004
50. The Echoing Green 12/31/2002
51. The Divine Image 5/9/2001
52. The Crystal Cabinet 5/9/2001
53. The Clod And The Pebble 5/9/2001
54. The Chimney Sweeper: A Little Black Thing Among The Snow 5/9/2001
55. The Caverns Of The Grave I'Ve Seen 1/3/2003
56. The Book Of Urizen: Preludium 1/3/2003
57. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Viii 1/3/2003
58. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Vii 1/3/2003
59. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Vi 1/3/2003
60. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter V 1/3/2003
61. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ix 1/3/2003
62. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Iv 1/3/2003
63. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Iii 1/3/2003
64. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ii 1/3/2003
65. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter I 1/3/2003
66. The Book Of Urizen (Excerpts) 5/9/2001
67. The Book Of Thel 5/9/2001
68. The Blossom 12/31/2002
69. The Birds 1/3/2003
70. The Angel That Presided O'Er My Birth 1/3/2003
71. The Angel 12/31/2002
72. Spring 5/9/2001
73. Songs Of Innocence: Introduction 1/13/2003
74. Songs Of Experience: Introduction 1/13/2003
75. Song: Memory, Hither Come 1/1/2004
76. Song 5/9/2001
77. Sleep! Sleep! Beauty Bright 5/9/2001
78. Silent, Silent Night 5/9/2001
79. Several Questions Answered 1/13/2003
80. Samson 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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The Fairy

‘COME hither, my Sparrows,
My little arrows.
If a tear or a smile
Will a man beguile,
If an amorous delay
Clouds a sunshiny day,
If the step of a foot
Smites the heart to its root,
'Tis the marriage-ring…

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