William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

William Blake Poems

41. Laughing Song 5/9/2001
42. London 5/9/2001
43. Love And Harmony 1/3/2003
44. Love's Secret 5/9/2001
45. Mad Song 5/9/2001
46. Milton: And Did Those Feet In Ancient Time 5/9/2001
47. Milton: But In The Wine-Presses The Human Grapes Sing Not Nor Dance 5/9/2001
48. Mock On, Mock On, Voltaire, Rousseau 1/3/2003
49. My Pretty Rose Tree 5/9/2001
50. My Spectre Around Me Night And Day 1/3/2003
51. Never Seek To Tell Thy Love 5/9/2001
52. Night 5/9/2001
53. Now Art Has Lost Its Mental Charms 1/3/2003
54. Nurse's Song (Innocence) 1/13/2003
55. On Another's Sorrow 5/9/2001
56. Preludium To Europe 5/9/2001
57. Proverbs Of Hell (Excerpt From The Marriage Of Heaven And H 1/1/2004
58. Reeds Of Innocence 1/3/2003
59. Samson 1/3/2003
60. Several Questions Answered 1/13/2003
61. Silent, Silent Night 5/9/2001
62. Sleep! Sleep! Beauty Bright 5/9/2001
63. Song 5/9/2001
64. Song: Memory, Hither Come 1/1/2004
65. Songs Of Experience: Introduction 1/13/2003
66. Songs Of Innocence: Introduction 1/13/2003
67. Spring 5/9/2001
68. The Angel 12/31/2002
69. The Angel That Presided O'Er My Birth 1/3/2003
70. The Birds 1/3/2003
71. The Blossom 12/31/2002
72. The Book Of Thel 5/9/2001
73. The Book Of Urizen (Excerpts) 5/9/2001
74. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter I 1/3/2003
75. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ii 1/3/2003
76. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Iii 1/3/2003
77. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Iv 1/3/2003
78. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ix 1/3/2003
79. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter V 1/3/2003
80. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Vi 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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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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