William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

William Blake Poems

1. A QUESTION ANSWERED 6/24/2016
2. The Rhine Was Red. 4/17/2015
3. The Fairy 3/2/2015
4. The Invocation 3/30/2010
5. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Vi 1/3/2003
6. The Chimney-Sweeper: When My Mother Died I Was Very Young 12/31/2002
7. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Viii 1/3/2003
8. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Iv 1/3/2003
9. The Book Of Urizen: Preludium 1/3/2003
10. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Vii 1/3/2003
11. The Sky Is An Immortal Tent Built By The Sons Of Los 1/1/2004
12. The Book Of Urizen (Excerpts) 5/9/2001
13. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ix 1/3/2003
14. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Iii 1/3/2003
15. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter V 1/3/2003
16. Jerusalem: I See The Four-Fold Man, The Humanity In Deadly Sleep 5/9/2001
17. Milton: But In The Wine-Presses The Human Grapes Sing Not Nor Dance 5/9/2001
18. The Caverns Of The Grave I'Ve Seen 1/3/2003
19. The Song Of Los 1/3/2003
20. The Smile 2/9/2015
21. Preludium To Europe 5/9/2001
22. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ii 1/3/2003
23. The Question Answered 5/10/2001
24. The Everlasting Gospel 1/1/2004
25. When Klopstock England Defied 1/3/2003
26. I Saw A Chapel 5/9/2001
27. Several Questions Answered 1/13/2003
28. The Book Of Urizen: Chapter I 1/3/2003
29. Song: Memory, Hither Come 1/1/2004
30. To Thomas Butts 1/1/2004
31. To The Accuser Who Is The God Of This World 1/3/2003
32. The French Revolution (Excerpt) 5/9/2001
33. If It Is True What The Prophets Write 1/3/2003
34. Hear The Voice Of The Bard 5/9/2001
35. The Four Zoas (Excerpt) 5/9/2001
36. The New Jerusalem 5/10/2001
37. Samson 1/3/2003
38. The Book Of Thel 5/9/2001
39. Song 5/9/2001
40. The Little Girl Found 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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Samson

Samson, the strongest of the children of men, I sing; how he was foiled by woman's arts, by a false wife brought to the gates of death! O Truth! that shinest with propitious beams, turning our earthly night to heavenly day, from presence of the Almighty Father, thou visitest our darkling world with blessed feet, bringing good news of Sin and Death

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