Embraces are comminglings from the head even to the feet, And not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place. — William Blake Copy Share Image
Some will say, Is not God alone the Prolific? I answer, God only Acts & Is, in existing beings or Men. — William Blake Copy Share Image
Each man must create his own system or else he is a slave to another mans — William Blake Copy Share Image
Grown old in love from seven till seven times seven,I oft have wished for Hell for ease from Heaven. — William Blake Copy Share Image
“And, father, how can I love you Or any of my brothers more? I love you like the little bird That picks… — 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
He loves to sit and hear me sing, Then, laughing, sports and plays with me; Then stretches out my golden wing, And… — William Blake Copy Share Image
I thought Love lived in the hot sunshine, But O, he lives in the moony light! I thought to find Love in… — William Blake Copy Share Image
My silks and fine array, My smiles and languished air, By love are driv'n away And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Fun I love, but too much fun is of all things the most loathsome. Mirth is better than fun, and happiness is… — William Blake Copy Share Image
The look of love alarms Because 'tis filled with fire; But the look of soft deceit Shall win the lover's hire. — William Blake Copy Share Image
Without contraries is no progression. Attraction and repulsion, reason and energy, love and hate, are necessary to human existence. — William Blake Copy Share Image
How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoyed in you! The languid strings do scarcely move! The sound… — 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
