William Blake


English Poet, Engraver, Painter, Visionary Mystic

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Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy? Why a little curtain of flesh on the bed of our desire?

This world of imagination is the world of eternity.

To the eyes of a miser a guinea is more beautiful than the sun and and a bag worn with the use of money has more beautiful proportions than a vine filled with grapes. The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity, and by these I shall not regulate my proportions; and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself. As a man is, so he sees. As the eye is formed, such are its powers.

What is a wife and what is a harlot? What is a church and what is a theatre? Are they two and not one? Can they exist separate? Are not religion and politics the same thing? Brotherhood is religion o demonstrations of reason dividing families in cruelty and pride!

When nations grow old the arts grow cold and commerce settles on every tree.

Why art thou silent and invisible, father of jealousy?

Those who control their passions do so because their passions are weak enough to be controlled.

Tools were made and born with hands, Every farmer understands.

What is above is within ... The circumference is within, without is formed the selfish center, and the circumference still expands going forward to eternity.

When Sir Joshua Reynolds died all nature was degraded; the king dropped a tear in the queen's ear, and all his pictures faded.

Why cannot the ear be closed to its own destruction? Or the glistening eye to the poison of a smile?

Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained; and the restrainer or reason usurps its place and governs the unwilling. And being restrain'd it by degrees becomes passive till it is only the shadow of desire.

Travelers repose and dream among my leaves.

What is Grand is necessarily obscure to Weak men. That which can be made Explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.

When the doors of perception are cleansed, man will see things as they truly are, infinite.

Why wilt thou examine every little fibre of my soul, spreading them out before the sun like stalks of flax to dry? ... naught shalt thou find in it but Death, Despair and Everlasting brooding Melancholy. thou wilt go mad with horror if thou dost examine thus every moment of my secret hours.

Those who restrain their desires, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.

True superstition is ignorant honesty and this is beloved of God and man.

What is it men in women do require: The lineaments of gratified desire. What is it women do in men require: The lineaments of gratified desire.

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, and the dimpling stream runs laughing by; when the air does laugh with our merry wit, and the green hill laughs with the noise of it.

With sweet may dews my wings were wet, and phoebus fir'd my vocal rage; he caught me in his silken net, and shut me in his golden cage. He loves to sit and hear me sing, then, laughing, sports and plays with me; then stretches out my golden wing, and mocks my loss of liberty.

Thou fair-haired 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!

Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believed. Enough! Or too much.

What is the divine spirit? Is the holy ghost any other than an intellectual fountain?

When the painted birds laugh in the shade, when our table with cherries and nuts is spread: come live, and be merry, and join with me to sing the sweet chorus of 'ha, ha, he!

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English Poet, Engraver, Painter, Visionary Mystic