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Famous Poem
I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow.
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
William Blake was born in London, England on November 28, 1757. He was the third of seven children, but two of his siblings died in infancy.
While he did not have formal education, his mother taught him at home. Both parents encouraged the artistic gifts they saw in their son, so they enrolled him in drawing classes at the age of ten. He began writing poetry two years later. The drawing school became too expensive for the family, so at the age of fourteen, he apprenticed with James Basire as an engraver. His apprenticeship ended seven years later, at the age of 21.
In 1778, Blake studied at the Royal Academy in Old Somerset House. He did not need to pay to attend, but he did have to purchase his own materials.
Blake married Catherine Boucher on August 18, 1782. She was illiterate, and signed their marriage certificate with an "X". Blake taught her how to read and write. He also taught her how to engrave, which became extremely helpful to him.
His first collection of poems, Poetical Sketches, was published in 1783. The following year he and a friend opened a printing shop, but it did not bring about the success he hoped. His most popular collection of poetry is considered Songs of Innocence, which was published in 1789.
The end of Blake's life was spent in poverty. William Blake passed away August 12, 1827. Earlier that day, he drew a portrait of his wife.
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Famous Poem
I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow.
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
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Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
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O Rose, thou art sick!
The invisible worm
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,
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Analysis of Form and Technique
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.
A Poison Tree is a short and deceptively simple poem about repressing anger and the consequences of doing so. The speaker tells of how they fail to communicate their wrath to their foe and...
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Sweet dreams form a shade
O'er my lovely infant's head;
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
By happy, silent, moony beams.
Family where life begins and love never ends.