William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

William Blake Poems

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

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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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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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