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Joy Quotes by William Blake

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And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds, binding joys and desires with briars. Blake shows how nature can bring both tears of joy and sorrow, and how a sick rose hides a dark secret. He also writes that joy and woe are woven together like a fine cloth for the soul.

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Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.

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Energy is an eternal delight.

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Energy is eternal delight.

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Life delights in life.

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Joy and woe are woven fine.

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How can a bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing?

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He who kisses joy as it flies by will live in eternity's sunrise.

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Praises reap not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not!

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The soul of sweet delight, can never be defiled.

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Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.

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Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.

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Excess of sorrow laughs, excess of joy weeps.

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Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,Dreaming o'er the joys of night.Sleep, sleep: in thy sleepLittle sorrows sit and weep.

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And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every Child may joy…

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As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.

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Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles.

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He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives…

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Where others see but the dawn coming over the hill, I see the soul of God shouting for joy.

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To Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness.

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I have mental joys and mental health, Mental friends and mental wealth, I've a wife that I love and that loves me;…

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“It is right it should be so; Man was made for joy and woe; And when this we rightly know, Thro' the…

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“I have no name I am but two days old.- What shall I call thee? I happy am Joy is my name,-…

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O thou who passest through our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from their large…

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The Sick Rose O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found…

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The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in…

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I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where…

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“O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed…

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Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves the feet of angels bright; unseen they pour blessing, and joy without ceasing, on each bud…

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Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silken…

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But to go to school in a summer morn, O! It drives all joy away; Under a cruel eye outworn, The little…

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The Angel that presided o'er my birth Said, 'Little creature, formed of joy and mirth, Go love without the help of any…

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“And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, And binding with briars, my joys & desires.”

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Man was made for joy and woe Then when this we rightly know Through the world we safely go. Joy and woe…

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Man was made for joy and woe, and when this we rightly know through the world we safely go. Joy and woe…

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And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from 'The Garden of Love')

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Such, such were the joys When we all, girls and boys, In our youth time were seen On the Echoing Green.

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The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.

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He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives…

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I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name.…

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The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits…

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Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish.

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The difference between a bad artist and a good one is: the bad artist seems to copy a great deal; the good one really…

Cruelty has a human heart, and jealousy a human face. Terror, the human form divine, And secrecy, the human dress.

A dead body revenges not injuries.

Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained; and the restrainer or reason usurps its place & governs…

To generalize is to be an idiot.

THE POISON TREE I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe; I…

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