As I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels look like torment and… — William Blake Copy Share Image
I heard an Angel singing; When the day was springing, Mercy, Pity, Peace; Is the world's release. — William Blake Copy Share Image
My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white; White as an angel… — William Blake Copy Share Image
The Angel that presided o'er my birth Said, 'Little creature, formed of joy and mirth, Go love without the help of any… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant… — William Blake Copy Share Image
The reason Milton wrote in fetters when he wrote of Angels & God, and at liberty when of Devils & Hell, is… — William Blake Copy Share Image
O white-robed Angel, guide my timorous hand to write as on a lofty rock with iron pen the words of truth, that… — William Blake Copy Share Image
I asked a thief to steal me a peach: He turned up his eyes. I asked a lithe lady to lie her… — William Blake Copy Share Image
It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves the feet of angels bright; unseen they pour blessing, and joy without ceasing, on each bud… — William Blake Copy Share Image
O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down Thro' the clear windows of the morning, turn Thine angel eyes upon our western… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Angels are happier than men and devils, because they are not always prying after good and evil in one another, and eating… — 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
