William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

William Blake Poems

121. My Pretty Rose Tree 5/9/2001
122. Broken Love 1/1/2004
123. Three Things To Remember 1/3/2003
124. Eternity 1/3/2003
125. Ah Sunflower 5/9/2001
126. A Song 5/9/2001
127. And Did Those Feet In Ancient Time 1/13/2003
128. A Little Girl Lost 5/9/2001
129. The Garden Of Love 12/31/2002
130. A Little Boy Lost 5/9/2001
131. London 5/9/2001
132. A Dream 5/9/2001
133. A Cradle Song 1/13/2003
134. The Angel 12/31/2002
135. Love's Secret 5/9/2001
136. A Divine Image 5/9/2001
137. Auguries Of Innocence 5/9/2001
138. The Tyger 5/10/2001
139. A Poison 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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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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