William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

William Blake Poems

81. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter V 1/3/2003
82. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Vi 1/3/2003
83. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Vii 1/3/2003
84. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Viii 1/3/2003
85. The Book Of Urizen: Preludium 1/3/2003
86. The Caverns Of The Grave I'Ve Seen 1/3/2003
87. The Chimney Sweeper: A Little Black Thing Among The Snow 5/9/2001
88. The Clod And The Pebble 5/9/2001
89. The Crystal Cabinet 5/9/2001
90. The Divine Image 5/9/2001
91. The Echoing Green 12/31/2002
92. The Everlasting Gospel 1/1/2004
93. The Fairy 3/2/2015
94. The Fly 5/9/2001
95. The Four Zoas (Excerpt) 5/9/2001
96. The French Revolution (Excerpt) 5/9/2001
97. The Garden Of Love 12/31/2002
98. The Grey Monk 5/10/2001
99. The Human Abstract 1/3/2003
100. The Invocation 3/30/2010
101. The Lamb 12/31/2002
102. The Land Of Dreams 12/31/2002
103. The Lily 5/10/2001
104. The Little Black Boy 5/10/2001
105. The Little Boy Found 12/31/2002
106. The Little Boy Lost 12/31/2002
107. The Little Girl Found 1/13/2003
108. The Little Girl Lost 1/13/2003
109. The Little Vagabond 12/31/2002
110. The Marriage Of Heaven And Hell 5/10/2001
111. The New Jerusalem 5/10/2001
112. The Question Answered 5/10/2001
113. The Rhine Was Red. -new- 4/17/2015
114. The Schoolboy 12/31/2002
115. The Shepherd 1/3/2003
116. The Sick Rose 5/10/2001
117. The Sky Is An Immortal Tent Built By The Sons Of Los (From 1/1/2004
118. The Smile 2/9/2015
119. The Song Of Los 1/3/2003
120. The Two Songs 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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Why Was Cupid A Boy

Why was Cupid a boy,
And why a boy was he?
He should have been a girl,
For aught that I can see.

For he shoots with his bow,
And the girl shoots with her eye,
And they both are merry and glad,
And laugh when we do cry.

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