And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from 'The Garden of Love') — William Blake Copy Share Image
To Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. — William Blake Copy Share Image
The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in… — William Blake Copy Share Image
The Sick Rose O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found… — William Blake Copy Share Image
But to go to school in a summer morn, O! It drives all joy away; Under a cruel eye outworn, The little… — William Blake Copy Share Image
The Angel that presided o'er my birth Said, 'Little creature, formed of joy and mirth, Go love without the help of any… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silken… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Man was made for joy and woe, and when this we rightly know through the world we safely go. Joy and woe… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed… — William Blake Copy Share Image
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
Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles. — William Blake Copy Share Image
Man was made for joy and woe Then when this we rightly know Through the world we safely go. Joy and woe… — William Blake Copy Share Image
As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys. — William Blake Copy Share Image
He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves the feet of angels bright; unseen they pour blessing, and joy without ceasing, on each bud… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“I have no name I am but two days old.- What shall I call thee? I happy am Joy is my name,-… — William Blake Copy Share Image
O thou who passest through our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from their large… — William Blake Copy Share Image
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
The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night. — William Blake Copy Share Image
Such, such were the joys When we all, girls and boys, In our youth time were seen On the Echoing Green. — 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
