The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,The humble sheep a threat'ning horn:While the Lily white shall in love delight,Nor a thorn nor… — William Blake Copy Share Image
How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way, Is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses… — 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. — William Blake Copy Share Image
Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born. Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight, Some… — 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
Energy is the only life, and is from the body; and reason is the bound or outward circumference of energy. Energy is… — William Blake Copy Share Image
The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night. — William Blake Copy Share Image
Energy is an eternal delight, and he who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence. — William Blake Copy Share Image
I am more famed in Heaven for my works than I could well conceive. In my brain are studies & chambers filled… — 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
