William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

William Blake Poems

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