William Blake

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For everything exists and not one sigh nor smile nor tear, one hair nor particle of dust, not one can pass away.
- William Blake
Collection: Truth
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The reason Milton wrote in fetters when he wrote of Angels and God, and at liberty when of Devils and Hell, is because he was a true poet and of the Devil's party without knowing it.
- William Blake
Collection: Party
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[L]et light Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring The honey'd dew that cometh on waking day. O radiant morning.
- William Blake
Collection: Morning
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The pure soul shall mount on native wings, . . . and cut a path into the heaven of glory.
- William Blake
Collection: Cutting
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When a Man has Married a WifeHe finds out whetherHer Knees & elbows are onlyglued together.
- William Blake
Collection: Men
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O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou build thy dark, Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs, Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.
- William Blake
Collection: Dark
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A skylark wounded in the wing, / A cherubim does cease to sing.
- William Blake
Collection: Wings
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The fields from Islington to Marybone, To Primrose Hill and Saint John's Wood, Were builded over with pillars of gold; And there Jerusalem's pillars stood.
- William Blake
Collection: Gold
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Imitation is criticism.
- William Blake
Collection: Criticism
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Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief? Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrow's share? Can a father see his child Weep, nor be with sorrow filled? Can a mother sit and hear An infant groan, an infant fear? No, no! never can it be! Never, never can it be!
- William Blake
Collection: Mother
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Works of Art can only be produc'd in Perfection where the Man is either in Affluence or is Above the Care of it.
- William Blake
Collection: Art
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And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from 'The Garden of Love')
- William Blake
Collection: Garden
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Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee?
- William Blake
Collection: Sheep
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Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
- William Blake
Collection: Angel
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My silks and fine array, My smiles and languished air, By love are driv'n away And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave: Such end true lovers have.
- William Blake
Collection: Love
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One Power alone makes a Poet: Imagination. The Divine Vision.
- William Blake
Collection: Imagination
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My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt.
- William Blake
Collection: Birthday
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The inquiry in England is not whether a man has talents and genius, but whether he is passive and polite and a virtuous ass and obedient to noblemen's opinions in art and science. If he is, he is a good man. If not, he must be starved.
- William Blake
Collection: Respect
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Pay attention to minute particulars. Take care of the little ones. Generalization and abstraction are the plea of the hypocrite, scoundrel, and knave.
- William Blake
Collection: Hypocrite
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Some will say, Is not God alone the Prolific? I answer, God only Acts & Is, in existing beings or Men.
- William Blake
Collection: Men
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A DIVINE IMAGE Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face; Terror the human form divine, And Secresy the human dress. The human dress is forged iron, The human form a fiery forge, The human face a furnace sealed, The human heart its hungry gorge.
- William Blake
Collection: Heart
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The fox condemns the trap, not himself.
- William Blake
Collection: Foxes
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The crow wished everything was black, the Owl, that everything was white.
- William Blake
Collection: Animal
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Does a firm persuasion that a thing is so, make it so?
- William Blake
Collection: Doe
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thus men forgot that all deities reside in the human breast.
- William Blake
Collection: Men
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Without contraries there is no progression.
- William Blake
Collection: Progression
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Life delights in life.
- William Blake
Collection: Delight
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I care not whether a man is good or evil; all that I care / Is whether he is a wise man or a fool. Go! put off holiness, / And put on intellect.
- William Blake
Collection: Wise
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When nations grow old the Arts grow cold And commerce settles on every tree
- William Blake
Collection: Art
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The worship of God is, Honouring his gifts in other men each according to his genius, and loving the greatest men best; those who envy or calumniate great men hate God, for there is no other God.
- William Blake
Collection: Hate
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He who has suffered you to impose on him knows you.
- William Blake
Collection: Suffering
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The Goddess Fortune is the devil's servant, ready to kiss any one's ass.
- William Blake
Collection: God
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For all eternity, I forgive you and you forgive me.
- William Blake
Collection: Forgive Me
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Gratitude is heaven itself.
- William Blake
Collection: Thanksgiving
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The eye sees more than the heart knows.
- William Blake
Collection: Heart
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LOVE'S SECRET Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart, Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears. Ah! she did depart! Soon after she was gone from me, A traveller came by, Silently, invisibly: He took her with a sigh.
- William Blake
Collection: Moving
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Nothing can be more contemptible than to suppose Public Records to be true.
- William Blake
Collection: Records
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Down the winding cavern we groped our tedious way, till a void boundless as the nether sky appeared beneath us, and we held by the roots of trees and hung over this immensity; but I said: if you please we will commit ourselves to this void and see whether providence is here also.
- William Blake
Collection: Sky
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Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained; and the restrainer or reason usurps its place & governs the unwilling. And being restrain'd it by degrees becomes passive till it is only the shadow of desire.
- William Blake
Collection: Shadow
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All wholesome food is caught without a net or trap.
- William Blake
Collection: Goodness
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Children of the future age Reading this indignant page Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime
- William Blake
Collection: Sweet
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Hindsight is a wonderful thing but foresight is better, especially when it comes to saving life, or some pain!
- William Blake
Collection: Pain
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I must create a system, or be enslav'd by another man's.
- William Blake
Collection: Fear
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The Man who never in his Mind & Thoughts travel'd to Heaven Is No Artist.
- William Blake
Collection: Travel