William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

Comments about William Blake

  • preston (5/24/2018 6:14:00 AM)

    great writer
    great artist
    good guy

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  • 12345 (5/14/2018 1:14:00 PM)

    poem the tyger

  • zoe F (5/13/2018 9:56:00 PM)

    he's in this book called skellig, and we have to do an essay for it. I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO! ! I don't understand his poems!

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    this site stinks, it took me to a online clothes store and almost wrecked my laptop urhhh

  • i am annoying mouse (5/12/2018 8:31:00 AM)

    i love all blakes work but i fell asleep whilst reading it

  • Lady Serafina (5/9/2018 11:11:00 PM)

    How Do you do. My name is Lady Serafina.

  • Lady Serafina (5/9/2018 11:10:00 PM)

    Hi, I am Lady Serafina. I am not joking about be Lady Serafina. I say that because sometimes people don't believe me. But I am. So please don't say I'm a fake, because it's not true. I am truly the really, Lady Serafina.

  • Lady Serafina (5/9/2018 11:05:00 PM)

    Hi, I am Lady Serafina. No I am not joking about be Lady Serafina. I say that because sometimes people don't believe me, but I am not lying, so please don't think that.

  • Lady Serafina (5/9/2018 10:57:00 PM)

    I do suppose this poem was quite nicely wrote, but the person saying it made it sound like it was boring. I don't usually read poems a lot, but I do say I liked this one.

  • Unc0nnected (4/28/2018 12:34:00 AM)

    My cats breath spells like cat food

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.

Read the full of A Poison Tree

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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