The world of imagination is the world of eternity. It is the divine bosom into which we shall all go after death… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“Because I was happy upon the heath, And smiled among the winter’s snow, They clothed me in the clothes of death, And… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Art is the tree of life. Science is the tree of death. God is Jesus. — William Blake Copy Share Image
Some say that happiness is not good for mortals, & they ought to be answered that sorrow is not fit for immortals… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“I am made to sow the thistle for wheat; the nettle for a nourishing dainty I have planted a false oath in… — 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
For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength and… — William Blake Copy Share Image
What seems to be, is, to those to whom it seems to be, and is productive of the most dreadful consequences to… — William Blake Copy Share Image
If you, who are organised by Divine Providence for spiritual communion, refuse, and bury your talent in the earth, even though you… — William Blake Copy Share Image
In your own bosom you bear your heaven and earth, And all you behold, though it appears without, It is within, in… — 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
The world of imagination is the world of eternity. It is the divine bosom into which we shall all go after the… — 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
Prepare your hearts for Death's cold hand! prepare Your souls for flight, your bodies for the earth; Prepare your arms for glorious… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“Without a use this shining woman lived - Or did she only live to be at death the food of worms.” — 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
