William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

William Blake Poems

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

Comments about William Blake

  • Holly Canercan (12/3/2017 4:32:00 AM)

    I mean much not mich!

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  • Holly Canercan (12/3/2017 4:31:00 AM)

    I love Blake so mich I could listen to his poems all day! I have just ordered the songs of innocence and experience and i cant wait to read them! ! !

  • Davey (12/1/2017 11:32:00 PM)

    Words have weights that vary for every reader. Blake's carry enough, I wrote them in my flesh. Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps.

  • Stessy Enni (11/24/2017 3:47:00 AM)

    Wao Am thrilled with the poems.....hope to be like you one day

  • Ash Adetayo Ash Adetayo (8/11/2017 2:35:00 AM)

    Great poet, am looking up to be great as you are, i just wrote a poem RELATIONSHIP CALLED FRIENDSHIP you wiill find it interesting pls make a comment about it for me

  • Somnath Chakraborty Somnath Chakraborty (6/6/2017 1:42:00 PM)

    his sharpness is shoen in his name itself....william blake

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  • Nassy Fesharaki Nassy Fesharaki (4/10/2017 9:46:00 PM)

    For years I thought I knew him; now I know I do not know him...but?

  • kim kate (3/28/2016 4:51:00 AM)

    He is one of my favourite poets

  • Andrew Winesteine (2/2/2016 2:04:00 PM)

    Snoopy, one day we shall all die. Yes. But on all the others, we don't have to.

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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