I cry, Love! Love! Love! happy happy Love! free as the mountain wind! — 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
When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry weep weep… — William Blake Copy Share Image
My Brother starv'd between two Walls,His Children's Cry my Soul appalls — William Blake Copy Share Image
In every cry of every man, In every infant's cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I… — William Blake Copy Share Image
I wander thro' each charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of… — William Blake Copy Share Image
When the sun rises, do you not see a round disc of fire somewhat like a guinea? O no, no, I see… — 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
