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 Learned, who strive to ascend into Heaven by means of learning, appear to Children like dead horses, when repelled by the… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief?… — 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
To Mercy Pity Peace and Love All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. For Mercy… — 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
The child's toys and the old man's reasons are the fruits of two seasons. — William Blake Copy Share Image
Love is the child that breathes our breath. Love is the child that scatters death — William Blake Copy Share Image
When the voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest… — William Blake Copy Share Image
My Brother starv'd between two Walls,His Children's Cry my Soul appalls — William Blake Copy Share Image
Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to… — William Blake Copy Share Image
But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlots curse Blasts the new-born Infants tear And blights with plagues the… — William Blake Copy Share Image
What is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a song? Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No,… — 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
And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every Child may joy… — William Blake Copy Share Image
When the voices of children are heard on the greenAnd laughing is heard on the hill,My heart is at rest within my… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“WHEN the voices of children are heard on the green, And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“He who mocks the infant's faith Shall be mock'd in age and death. He who shall teach the child to doubt The… — William Blake Copy Share Image
He who shall teach the child to doubtThe rotting grave shall ne'er get out. — 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
