English poet & painter (1757-1827)
Cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from ye door.
WILLIAM BLAKE
"Holy Thursday"
Can I see another's woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another's grief,
And not seek for kind relief?
WILLIAM BLAKE
"The Divine Image", Songs of Innocence
One thought fills immensity.
WILLIAM BLAKE
Proverbs of Hell
You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.
WILLIAM BLAKE
Proverbs of Hell
Degrade first the arts if you'd mankind degrade,
Hire idiots to paint with cold light and hot shade.
WILLIAM BLAKE
Annotations to Sir Joshua Reynolds's Discourses
Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secrecy the human dress.
WILLIAM BLAKE
"A Divine Image", Songs of Experience
Pity must join together those whom wrath has torn in sunder.
WILLIAM BLAKE
Jerusalem: The Emanation of the Giant Albion
The true method of knowledge is experiment.
WILLIAM BLAKE
All Religions are One
The busy bee has no time for sorrow.
WILLIAM BLAKE
Proverbs of Hell
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.
WILLIAM BLAKE
Night
For a tear is an intellectual thing,
And a sigh is the sword of an Angel King,
And the bitter groan of the martyr's woe
Is an arrow from the Almighty's bow.
WILLIAM BLAKE
"The Gray Monk", Poems from the Pickering Manuscript
A dog starved at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
WILLIAM BLAKE
Auguries of Innocence
If a thing loves, it is infinite.
WILLIAM BLAKE
Annotations to Swedenborg
It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God only.
WILLIAM BLAKE
A Vision of the Last Judgment
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly bright.
WILLIAM BLAKE
"The Lamb", Songs of Innocence
And I made a rural pen,
And I stained the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
WILLIAM BLAKE
introduction, Songs of Innocence
God appears and god is light
To those poor souls who dwell in night
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.
WILLIAM BLAKE
Auguries of Innocence
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
WILLIAM BLAKE
Auguries of Innocence
To Generalize is to be an Idiot. To Particularize is the Alone Distinction of Merit.
WILLIAM BLAKE
Annotations to Sir Joshua Reynolds's Discourses
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'd
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof, there thou mayest rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
WILLIAM BLAKE
"To Autumn"