The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow — William Blake Copy Share Image
Grown old in love from seven till seven times seven,I oft have wished for Hell for ease from Heaven. — William Blake Copy Share Image
The generations of men run on in the tide of time, but leave their destined lineaments permanent for ever and ever. — William Blake Copy Share Image
Such, such were the joys When we all, girls and boys, In our youth time were seen On the Echoing Green. — William Blake Copy Share Image
This life's dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When… — William Blake Copy Share Image
If you trap the moment before it's ripe, The tears of repentence you'll certainly wipe; But if once you let the ripe… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Children of the future age Reading this indignant page Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime — William Blake Copy Share Image
You smile with pomp and rigor, you talk of benevolence and virtue; I act with benevolence and virtue and get murdered time… — William Blake Copy Share Image
And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant… — William Blake Copy Share Image
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 Image
Ah, sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“Ah Sun-flower! weary of time, Who countest the steps of the Sun: Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant… — 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
