William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

William Blake Poems

41. Samson 1/3/2003
42. If It Is True What The Prophets Write 1/3/2003
43. Hear The Voice Of The Bard 5/9/2001
44. The Angel That Presided O'Er My Birth 1/3/2003
45. The Question Answered 5/10/2001
46. The Little Girl Found 1/13/2003
47. From Milton: And Did Those Feet 1/20/2003
48. How Sweet I Roam'D 1/3/2003
49. Why Should I Care For The Men Of Thames 1/3/2003
50. To The Accuser Who Is The God Of This World 1/3/2003
51. Songs Of Experience: Introduction 1/13/2003
52. Hear The Voice 1/4/2003
53. To Tirzah 1/3/2003
54. Silent, Silent Night 5/9/2001
55. The Little Vagabond 12/31/2002
56. Jerusalem: England! Awake! Awake! Awake! 5/9/2001
57. Introduction To The Songs Of Innocence 5/9/2001
58. The Little Girl Lost 1/13/2003
59. Holy Thursday (Innocence) 1/13/2003
60. The Everlasting Gospel 1/1/2004
61. Now Art Has Lost Its Mental Charms 1/3/2003
62. To The Muses 5/10/2001
63. I Rose Up At The Dawn Of Day 1/3/2003
64. Sleep! Sleep! Beauty Bright 5/9/2001
65. I Heard An Angel 5/9/2001
66. Fair Elanor 1/3/2003
67. The Lily 5/10/2001
68. Holy Thursday (Experience) 1/13/2003
69. England! Awake! Awake! Awake! 1/1/2004
70. The Clod And The Pebble 5/9/2001
71. To Morning 1/3/2003
72. The Little Boy Lost 12/31/2002
73. Spring 5/9/2001
74. To Spring 5/10/2001
75. To Autumn 1/3/2003
76. But In The Wine-Presses The Human Grapes Sing Not Nor Dance 1/1/2004
77. Songs Of Innocence: Introduction 1/13/2003
78. An Imitation Of Spenser 1/3/2003
79. The Marriage Of Heaven And Hell 5/10/2001
80. The Voice Of The Ancient Bard 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.

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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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