William Blake

by Ibrahim from Egypt

<a href=>William Blake </a>
William Blake

I chose this character because he joined together art and poetry.


<a href=>Pity, by William Blake</a><br>I think it is about angels, the spirits of the dead
Pity, by William Blake
I think it is about angels, the spirits of the dead

William Blake grew up in London. He had three brothers and a sister. Later he married Catherine Bouchier, and they were married for forty-five years.

Blake went to art school. At the age of fifteen, Blake began to learn how to be an engraver, making pictures for books. He then attended the Royal Academy of Art and soon he became a talented illustrator.

<a href=>The first book cover that William had made </a>
The first book cover that William had made

After he graduated he got a job as an engraver to a bookseller. In 1783, Blake published his first book of poems with his own illustrations. One year later, he began his own engraving business.

<a href=>One of William's poems</a>
One of William's poems

Many of Blake's best poems are found in two collections:
1 - Songs of Innocence
2 - Songs of Experience

In these poems Blake tells us that we need two qualities in order to see the truth in the world:
1 - innocence
2 - experience

These two qualities are the characteristics of childhood and adulthood. We need the innocence of youth, with the experience that comes with being adults. This collection of poetry, the songs of Innocence and the songs of Experience, are each beautifully illustrated with Blake's own engravings. Blake is well-known for both his writing and his artwork.

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I like his poem that talks about the tiger. The Tiger is from "The Songs of Experience" {1794}

The Tiger
From Songs of Experience

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And, when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

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