Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? — 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
Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy? Why a little curtain of flesh on the bed of our desire? — William Blake Copy Share Image
Bring me my bow of burning gold: Bring me my arrows of desire: Bring me my spear: O clouds, unfold! Bring me… — 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
