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
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,Dreaming o'er the joys of night.Sleep, sleep: in thy sleepLittle sorrows sit and weep. — 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
“And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, And binding with briars, my joys & desires.” — 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
And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every Child may joy… — 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 others see but the dawn coming over the hill, I see the soul of God shouting for joy. — William Blake Copy Share Image
“It is right it should be so; Man was made for joy and woe; And when this we rightly know, Thro' the… — 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
