The little ones leaped, and shouted, and laugh'd And all the hills echoed — William Blake Copy Share Image
And we are put on this earth a little space that we might learn to bear the beams of love — 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
The gulfing whale was like a dot in the spell. Yet look upon it, and 'twould size and swell To its huge… — 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
Pay attention to minute particulars. Take care of the little ones. Generalization and abstraction are the plea of the hypocrite, scoundrel, and… — William Blake Copy Share Image
And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love. — William Blake Copy Share Image
Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy? Why a little curtain of flesh on the bed of our desire? — William Blake Copy Share Image
Little fly, thy summer's play My thoughtless hand has brushed away. Am not I a fly like thee? Or art not thou… — 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
