THE POISON TREE I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my… — William Blake Copy Share Image
O God, protect me from my friends, that they have not power over me. Thou hast giv'n me power to protect myself… — William Blake Copy Share Image
When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend. — William Blake Copy Share Image
Oh! why was I born with a different face? why was I not born like the rest of my race? when I… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Like a fiend in a cloud, With howling woe After night I do crowd And with night will go; I turn my… — William Blake Copy Share Image
He who loves his enemies betrays his friends; this surely is not what Jesus meant. — William Blake Copy Share Image
My mother groan'd, my father wept Into the dangerous world I leapt, Helpless, naked, piping load, Like a friend hid in a… — William Blake Copy Share Image
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told… — William Blake Copy Share Image
I have mental joys and mental health, Mental friends and mental wealth, I've a wife that I love and that loves me;… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache: do be my enemy for friendship's sake. — William Blake Copy Share Image
I looked for my soul but my soul I could not see. I looked for my God but my God eluded me.… — 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
