As I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels look like torment and… — William Blake Copy Share Image
But if at church they would give some ale. And a pleasant fire our souls to regale. We'd sing and we'd pray… — William Blake Copy Share Image
The look of love alarms Because 'tis filled with fire; But the look of soft deceit Shall sin the lover's hire. — 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? In what… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant… — William Blake Copy Share Image
When the sun rises, do you not see a round disc of fire somewhat like a guinea? O no, no, I see… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“Fiery the Angels rose, & as they rose deep thunder roll’d Around their shores, indignant burning with the fires of Orc.” — William Blake Copy Share Image
Bring me my bow of burning gold: Bring me my arrows of desire: Bring me my spear: O clouds, unfold! Bring me… — William Blake Copy Share Image
The look of love alarms Because 'tis filled with fire; But the look of soft deceit Shall win the lover's hire. — 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
