For the Eye altering alters all; The Senses roll themselves in fear And the flat Earth becomes a Ball. — William Blake Copy Share Image
Why cannot the ear be closed to its own destruction? Or the glistening eye to the poison of a smile? — William Blake Copy Share Image
The naked women's body is a portion of eternity too great for the eye of man. — William Blake Copy Share Image
Mysteries are not to be solved. They eye goes blind when it only wants to see why. — William Blake Copy Share Image
To my eye Rubens' colouring is most contemptible. His shadows are a filthy brown somewhat the colour of excrement. — William Blake Copy Share Image
To the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself. — William Blake Copy Share Image
He who does not imagine in stronger and better lineaments, and in stronger and better light than his perishing and mortal eye… — William Blake Copy Share Image
I rest not from my great task! | To open the Eternal Worlds, | to open the immortal Eyes of Man |… — William Blake Copy Share Image
This life's dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When… — William Blake Copy Share Image
The gulfing whale was like a dot in the spell. Yet look upon it, and 'twould size and swell To its huge… — William Blake Copy Share Image
If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up,… — William Blake Copy Share Image
To some people a tree is something so incredibly beautiful that it brings tears to the eyes. To others it is just… — William Blake Copy Share Image
If you cannot imagine with the mind's eye much more than you can see with the mortal eye, you have a very… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? — William Blake Copy Share Image
I turn my eyes to the schools & universities of Europe And there behold the loom of Locke whose woof rages dire,… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau! Mock on, mock on: 'Tis all in vain! You throw the sand against the wind, And… — William Blake Copy Share Image
If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up,… — 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
O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down Thro' the clear windows of the morning, turn Thine angel eyes upon our western… — William Blake Copy Share Image
The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity,… — William Blake Copy Share Image
But to go to school in a summer morn, O! It drives all joy away; Under a cruel eye outworn, The little… — William Blake Copy Share Image
The countless gold of a merry heart, The rubies and pearls of a loving eye, The indolent never can bring to 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
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
