William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

William Blake Poems

2. The Fairy 3/2/2015
3. The Rhine Was Red. 4/17/2015
4. The Invocation 3/30/2010
5. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Viii 1/3/2003
6. The Chimney-Sweeper: When My Mother Died I Was Very Young 12/31/2002
7. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Iv 1/3/2003
8. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter V 1/3/2003
9. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Vi 1/3/2003
10. The Book Of Urizen: Preludium 1/3/2003
11. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Vii 1/3/2003
12. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ix 1/3/2003
13. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Iii 1/3/2003
14. The Book Of Urizen (Excerpts) 5/9/2001
15. To Thomas Butts 1/1/2004
16. The Caverns Of The Grave I'Ve Seen 1/3/2003
17. The Smile 2/9/2015
18. I See The Four-Fold Man 1/1/2004
19. When Klopstock England Defied 1/3/2003
20. Jerusalem: I See The Four-Fold Man, The Humanity In Deadly Sleep 5/9/2001
21. The Sky Is An Immortal Tent Built By The Sons Of Los 1/1/2004
22. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter I 1/3/2003
23. Preludium To Europe 5/9/2001
24. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ii 1/3/2003
25. Jerusalem: England! Awake! Awake! Awake! 5/9/2001
26. Reeds Of Innocence 1/3/2003
27. The Grey Monk 5/10/2001
28. Song 5/9/2001
29. Milton: But In The Wine-Presses The Human Grapes Sing Not Nor Dance 5/9/2001
30. The French Revolution (Excerpt) 5/9/2001
31. The Four Zoas (Excerpt) 5/9/2001
32. The New Jerusalem 5/10/2001
33. Samson 1/3/2003
34. Silent, Silent Night 5/9/2001
35. The Everlasting Gospel 1/1/2004
36. The Book Of Thel 5/9/2001
37. Song: Memory, Hither Come 1/1/2004
38. Why Should I Care For The Men Of Thames 1/3/2003
39. I Saw A Chapel 5/9/2001
40. The Question Answered 5/10/2001
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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To Tirzah

Whate'er is Born of Mortal Birth
Must be consumed with the Earth
To rise from Generation free:
Then what have I to do with thee?

The Sexes sprung from Shame & Pride,
Blow'd in the morn, in evening died;
But Mercy chang'd Death into Sleep;
The Sexes rose to work & weep.

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