William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

William Blake Poems

81. To Nobodaddy 1/3/2003
82. America, A Prophecy 5/9/2001
83. Songs Of Innocence: Introduction 1/13/2003
84. To See 3/30/2010
85. Mock On, Mock On, Voltaire, Rousseau 1/3/2003
86. Spring 5/9/2001
87. To Summer 5/10/2001
88. My Spectre Around Me Night And Day 1/3/2003
89. Proverbs Of Hell (Excerpt From The Marriage Of Heaven And H 1/1/2004
90. Why Was Cupid A Boy 1/3/2003
91. The Fly 5/9/2001
92. Mad Song 5/9/2001
93. The Two Songs 1/3/2003
94. The Wild Flower's Song 5/10/2001
95. The Land Of Dreams 12/31/2002
96. Earth's Answer 5/9/2001
97. Nurse's Song (Innocence) 1/13/2003
98. On Another's Sorrow 5/9/2001
99. Divine Image 5/9/2001
100. The Human Abstract 1/3/2003
101. The Birds 1/3/2003
102. The Little Black Boy 5/10/2001
103. The Schoolboy 12/31/2002
104. To The Evening Star 1/3/2003
105. The Little Boy Found 12/31/2002
106. Laughing Song 5/9/2001
107. To Winter 1/3/2003
108. Infant Joy 5/9/2001
109. Cradle Song 1/3/2003
110. You Don'T Believe 1/3/2003
111. Day 1/3/2003
112. Never Seek To Tell Thy Love 5/9/2001
113. The Lamb 12/31/2002
114. Jerusalem 5/9/2001
115. Infant Sorrow 5/9/2001
116. The Blossom 12/31/2002
117. Love And Harmony 1/3/2003
118. The Sick Rose 5/10/2001
119. A War Song To Englishmen 1/3/2003
120. My Pretty Rose Tree 5/9/2001
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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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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