William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

William Blake Poems

121. England! Awake! Awake! Awake! 1/1/2004
122. Earth's Answer 5/9/2001
123. Divine Image 5/9/2001
124. Day 1/3/2003
125. Cradle Song 1/3/2003
126. But In The Wine-Presses The Human Grapes Sing Not Nor Dance 1/1/2004
127. Broken Love 1/1/2004
128. Auguries Of Innocence 5/9/2001
129. And Did Those Feet In Ancient Time 1/13/2003
130. An Imitation Of Spenser 1/3/2003
131. America, A Prophecy 5/9/2001
132. Ah Sunflower 5/9/2001
133. A War Song To Englishmen 1/3/2003
134. A Song 5/9/2001
135. A Poison Tree 5/9/2001
136. A Little Girl Lost 5/9/2001
137. A Little Boy Lost 5/9/2001
138. A Dream 5/9/2001
139. A Divine Image 5/9/2001
140. A Cradle Song 1/13/2003
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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Earth's Answer

Earth raised up her head
From the darkness dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.

'Prisoned on watery shore,
Starry jealousy does keep my den
Cold and hoar;

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