The ancient Poets animated all sensible objects with Gods or Geniuses, calling them by the names and adorning them with the properties… — 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
England! awake! awake! awake! Jerusalem thy sister calls! Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death And close her from thy ancient… — 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
How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoyed in you! The languid strings do scarcely move! The sound… — 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 Image
Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the Last Judgement draweth nigh. — William Blake Copy Share Image
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 Image
Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow. — 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
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 Image
Cruelty has a human heart, and jealousy a human face. Terror, the human form divine, And secrecy, the human dress. — William Blake Copy Share Image
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 Image
