...making them contribute to its own delight. A Poison Tree shows how repressed things secrete poison. " I was angry with my friend : I told my wrath, my wrath...angry with my foe : I told it not, my wrath did grow." The repressed anger ended in murder. Blake was sure that any passion repressed was equally fatal. The...

...where it is liable to gather force and at last burst through into the conscious with deadly effect. " I was angry with my friend : I told my wrath, my wrath...angry with my foe : I told it not, my wrath did grow." Repressed anger is not recognised as anger. I do not realise I hate the man who injured me, I only...

...and the like, which might have come from the pen of Benjamin Franklin — of all men in the world ! I was angry with my friend, I told my wrath, my wrath...angry with my foe, I told it not, my wrath did grow. Or A truth that's told with bad intent Beats all the lies you can invent. Or the line that Margot has...

...but are still effective by the indirect channel of merely reciting to others the occasion of wrath. " I was angry with my friend : I told my wrath, my wrath...angry with my foe : I told it not, my wrath did grow." These lines represent more than one psychological truth. A mild anger is expressed in words : a deeper...

...to seek revenge, was to plant a " Poison Tree," as he called it, from which could come good to none. I was angry with my friend : I told my wrath, my wrath...angry with my foe : I told it not, my wrath did grow.* Cruelty perpetrated in the name of Christianity, that cruelty which arises from adherence to religious...

...published in the Remains. No. IV. (Remark stated to have been made by Queen Elizabeth to Sir Edward ) 11 glowing In the darkness of the night, And his pace...BARRY CORNWALL — The Blood Horse. 16 Morgan! — WM. BLAKE — Christian Forbearance. Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. BORNS— Готе о' Shanter....

...to seek revenge, was to plant a " Poison Tree," as he called it, from which could come good to none. I was angry with my friend : I told my wrath, my wrath...was angry with my foe : I told it not, my wrath did grow.1 Cruelty perpetrated in the name of Christianity, that cruelty which arises from adherence to...

...correct my conception of outward things and set my mind at rest." William Blake was in the secret too: "I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath...with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow." And William H. Davies, the tramp and beggar poet, confesses : "My mind has thunderstorms, That brood for...

...the forests of the night , What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? A POISON TREE ped with merry cheer. "Piper, pipe that song again;"...with joy to hear, i " Piper, sit thee down and write iu 24 And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright, And my foe beheld it shine, And...

...30-31. the more radical of the psychologists of the present day in his objections, as in the following: I was angry with my friend : I told my wrath, my wrath...angry with my foe : I told it not, my wrath did grow." Likewise: Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires." It is the "Thou Shalt...