The human mind cannot go beyond the gift of God, the Holy Ghost. To suppose that art can go beyond the finest… — 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
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
“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
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
