William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

William Blake Poems

121. Eternity 1/3/2003
122. Three Things To Remember 1/3/2003
123. Broken Love 1/1/2004
124. A War Song To Englishmen 1/3/2003
125. A Little Boy Lost 5/9/2001
126. Ah Sunflower 5/9/2001
127. The Garden Of Love 12/31/2002
128. A Song 5/9/2001
129. A Little Girl Lost 5/9/2001
130. And Did Those Feet In Ancient Time 1/13/2003
131. A Dream 5/9/2001
132. London 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

Comments about William Blake

  • Hannah Oak (3/11/2006 5:27:00 AM)

    Wiliam Blake has an interesting outlook when it comes to writing poems.Its the way he uses theoratical terms in his poetry that fasinates me the most and he also gives a sometimes happy sometimes sad outlook on certain areas on life in which you would quickley over see and not give much thought about.

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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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