I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where… — William Blake Copy Share Image
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of… — William Blake Copy Share Image
The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“The Lily of the valley, breathing in the humble grass Answer'd the lovely maid and said: "I am a watry weed, And… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Abstinence sows sand all over The ruddy limbs and flaming hair, But desire gratified Plants fruits of life and beauty there. — William Blake Copy Share Image
“Pluck thou my flower, Oothoon the mild; Another flower shall spring, because the soul of sweet delight Can never pass away.” — 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
