Love is the child that breathes our breath. Love is the child that scatters death — William Blake Copy Share Image
I cry, Love! Love! Love! happy happy Love! free as the mountain wind! — 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
Mans desires are limited by his perceptions; none can desire what he has not perceived. — William Blake Copy Share Image
For Mercy has a human heart Pity, a human face: And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress. — William Blake Copy Share Image
My mother groan'd, my father wept Into the dangerous world I leapt, Helpless, naked, piping load, Like a friend hid in a… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Children of the future age Reading this indignant page Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime — William Blake Copy Share Image
How sweet I roamed from field to field, And tasted all the summer's pride, Till I the prince of love beheld, Who… — 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
What is it men in women do require: The lineaments of gratified desire. What is it women do in men require: The… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Love is weak when there is more doubt than there is trust, but love is most strong when you learn to trust… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“For Mercy has a human heart; Pity, a human face; And Love, the human form divine: And Peace the human dress. Songs… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly. I told… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“Love seeketh not Itself to please Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease And builds a Heaven… — 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. For Mercy… — 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
On no other ground Can I sow my seed Without tearing up Some stinking weed. — 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
The look of love alarms Because 'tis filled with fire; But the look of soft deceit Shall sin the lover's hire. — William Blake Copy Share Image
There is a smile of love, And there is a smile of deceit, And there is a smile of smiles In which… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Does the Eagle know what is in the pit Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? Can Wisdom be put in a… — William Blake Copy Share Image
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
Bring me an axe and spade, Bring me a winding-sheet; When I my grave have made Let winds and tempests beat: Then… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“He who loves feels love descend into him and if he has wisdom may perceive it from the Poetic Genius which is… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Never seek to tell thy love; Love that never told can be. For the gentle wind does move silently.. invisibly. — 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
“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
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
