How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy,… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Father, O father! what do we here In this land of unbelief and fear? — 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
And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“Pity would be no more If we did not make somebody Poor; And Mercy no more could be If all were as… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“I dried my tears, and armed my fears With ten-thousand shields and spears” — William Blake Copy Share Image
“What the hammer? What the Chains? In what furnace was thy brain? Where the anvil? What dread grasp? Dare its deadly terrors… — 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
