William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

William Blake Poems

1. The Fairy 3/2/2015
3. The Rhine Was Red. 4/17/2015
4. The Invocation 3/30/2010
5. The Smile 2/9/2015
6. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Viii 1/3/2003
7. The Chimney-Sweeper: When My Mother Died I Was Very Young 12/31/2002
8. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Iv 1/3/2003
9. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Iii 1/3/2003
10. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter V 1/3/2003
11. The Book Of Urizen: Preludium 1/3/2003
12. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Vii 1/3/2003
13. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ix 1/3/2003
14. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Vi 1/3/2003
15. The Book Of Urizen (Excerpts) 5/9/2001
16. To Thomas Butts 1/1/2004
17. The Caverns Of The Grave I'Ve Seen 1/3/2003
18. The French Revolution (Excerpt) 5/9/2001
19. The New Jerusalem 5/10/2001
20. Samson 1/3/2003
21. If It Is True What The Prophets Write 1/3/2003
22. The Song Of Los 1/3/2003
23. The Sky Is An Immortal Tent Built By The Sons Of Los 1/1/2004
24. Song 5/9/2001
25. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ii 1/3/2003
26. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter I 1/3/2003
27. Silent, Silent Night 5/9/2001
28. To The Accuser Who Is The God Of This World 1/3/2003
29. I See The Four-Fold Man 1/1/2004
30. When Klopstock England Defied 1/3/2003
31. Milton: But In The Wine-Presses The Human Grapes Sing Not Nor Dance 5/9/2001
32. Gwin King Of Norway 1/3/2003
33. The Book Of Thel 5/9/2001
34. To Tirzah 1/3/2003
35. The Four Zoas (Excerpt) 5/9/2001
36. Several Questions Answered 1/13/2003
37. The Crystal Cabinet 5/9/2001
38. The Question Answered 5/10/2001
39. I Saw A Chapel 5/9/2001
40. How Sweet I Roam'D 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.

Read the full of A Poison Tree

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!

[Report Error]