And we are put on this earth a little space that we might learn to bear the beams of love — William Blake Copy Share Image
The Angel that presided o'er my birth Said, 'Little creature, formed of joy and mirth, Go love without the help of any… — William Blake Copy Share Image
O Earth, O Earth, return! Arise from out the dewy grass; Night is worn; And the morn Rises from the slumbrous mass. — William Blake Copy Share Image
She who dwells with me whom I have loved with such communion, that no place on earth can ever be solitude to… — William Blake Copy Share Image
And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love. — 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
For the Eye altering alters all; The Senses roll themselves in fear And the flat Earth becomes a Ball. — William Blake Copy Share Image
Lo! now the direful monster, whose skin clings To his strong bones, strides o'er the groaning rocks: He withers all in silence,… — 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
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
