The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow — William Blake Copy Share Image
The crow wished everything was black, the owl, that every thing was white. — William Blake Copy Share Image
When thou seest an eagle, thou seest a portion of genius; lift up thy head! — William Blake Copy Share Image
How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy,… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Does the Eagle know what is in the pit Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? Can Wisdom be put in a… — William Blake Copy Share Image
How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way, Is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Then the Parson might preach, & drink, & sing, And we'd be as happy as birds in the spring; And modest dame… — William Blake Copy Share Image
The crow wished everything was black, the Owl, that everything was white. — William Blake Copy Share Image
Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish. — William Blake Copy Share
The world of imagination is the world of eternity. It is the divine bosom into which we shall all go after death of the… — William Blake Copy Share
Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow. — William Blake Copy Share
Time is the mercy of Eternity; without Time's swiftness Which is the swiftest of all things, all were eternal torment. — William Blake Copy Share
The difference between a bad artist and a good one is: the bad artist seems to copy a great deal; the good one really… — William Blake Copy Share
Cruelty has a human heart, and jealousy a human face. Terror, the human form divine, And secrecy, the human dress. — William Blake Copy Share
Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained; and the restrainer or reason usurps its place & governs… — William Blake Copy Share
THE POISON TREE I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe; I… — William Blake Copy Share
