William Blake

William
Blake
1757
1827

English Poet, Engraver, Painter, Visionary Mystic

Author Quotes

When the sun rises, do you not see a round disc of fire somewhat like a guinea? O no, no, I see an innumerable company of the heavenly host crying Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty.

Time is the mercy of eternity; without time's swiftness which is the swiftest of all things: all were eternal torment.

'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean, The children walking two and two, in red and blue and green.

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 voices of children are heard on the green and laughing is heard on the hill, my heart is at rest within my breast and everything else is still.

To cast aside from poetry, all that is not inspiration.

Tyger! Tyger! 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 sieze 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? Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright in the forests of the night, what immortal hand or eye dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

What, it will be questioned, when the sun rises, do you not see a round disc of fire somewhat like a guinea? O no, no, I see an innumerable company of the heavenly host crying holy, holy, holy is the lord God almighty.

When thou seest an eagle, thou seest a portion of genius; lift up thy head!

To Chloe's breast young Cupid slily stole, but he crept in at Myra's pocket-hole.

Use what talents you possess; The woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.

Whate'er is born of mortal birth must be consumed with the earth.

Where any view of money exists, art cannot be carried on.

To create a little flower is the labor of ages.

Wandering in many a coral grove, fair nine, forsaking poetry!

When a man has married a wife he finds out whether her knees and elbows are only glued together.

Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves the feet of angels bright; unseen they pour blessing, and joy without ceasing, on each bud and blossom, and each sleeping bosom.

To generalize is to be an idiot. To particularize is the alone distinction of merit. General knowledges are those knowledges that idiots possess.

Want of money and the distress of a thief can never be alleged as the cause of his thieving, for many honest people endure greater hardships with fortitude. We must therefore seek the cause elsewhere than in want of money, for that is the miser's passion, not the thief's.

When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend.

Where man is not, nature is barren.

To me this world is all one continued vision of fancy or imagination, and I feel flattered when I am told so. What is it sets Homer, Virgil and Milton in so high a rank of art? Why is the Bible more entertaining and instructive than any other book? Is it not because they are addressed to the imagination, which is spiritual sensation, and but immediately to the understanding or reason?

We are led to believe a lie When we see not through the eye.

When I from black and he from white cloud free, and round the tent of Godlike lambs we joy, I’ll shade him from the heat till he can bear to lean in joy upon our father's knee; and then I’ll stand and stroke his silver hair, and be like him, and he will then love me.

Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell There God is dwelling too. For Mercy has a human heart, Pity a human face, And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.

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First Name
William
Last Name
Blake
Birth Date
1757
Death Date
1827
Bio

English Poet, Engraver, Painter, Visionary Mystic