William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

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  • ripper58 (3/1/2018 3:24:00 PM)

    not as good as Poe...but

  • Tombiliboo Oo (3/1/2018 5:48:00 AM)

    William Blake is better than the night garden (by a tiny bit)

  • Peppa Pig (3/1/2018 5:46:00 AM)

    I'm a bird.

  • ur bro (2/28/2018 12:48:00 PM)

    ur mom gay .

  • ur bro (2/28/2018 12:45:00 PM)

    ur mom gay

  • the savage man (2/25/2018 10:07:00 AM)

    this should have poems

  • dis guy (2/22/2018 9:39:00 AM)

    fortnite = overated

  • fortnite player 123 (2/21/2018 8:35:00 AM)

    fortnite ftw, btw William blake

  • Owen Wilson (2/20/2018 2:57:00 PM)


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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Love's Secret

Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart;
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears,
Ah! she did depart!

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