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William Blake BiographyEnglish Romantic painter, illustrator,
printmaker, poet, watercolorist, draftsman,
philosopher and writer Also known as: Uil'iam Bleik. |
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At 25 William Blake married Catherine Boucher.
He taught her to read and write and to help him
in William Blake paintings. They had no
children. They worked together to produce an
edition of his poems and drawings,
as known as William Blake Songs of Innocence. The painter engraved both words
and pictures on copper printing plates. Catherine made the printing impressions,
hand-colored the pictures, and bound the books. The books sold slowly, for a few
shillings each. Today a single copy is worth many thousands of dollars. |
William Blake Poem: The Tyger (from Songs Of Experience) |
A poem in 1794 |
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William Blake Poem: The Lamb (from Songs Of Experience)A poem in 1794. Little lamb, who made thee? Does thou know who made thee, Gave thee life, and bid thee feed By the stream and o’er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little lamb, who made thee? Does thou know who made thee? Little lamb, I’ll tell thee; Little lamb, I’ll tell thee: He is callèd by thy name, For He calls Himself a Lamb. He is meek, and He is mild, He became a little child. I a child, and thou a lamb, We are callèd by His name. Little lamb, God bless thee! Little lamb, God bless thee! |
William Blake Poem: A Poison Tree (from Songs Of Experience)
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A poem in 1794. 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 water'd 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 veil'd the pole; In the morning glad I see; My foe outstretched beneath the tree. |