Love is the child that breathes our breath. Love is the child that scatters death — 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
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
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
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
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
Mans desires are limited by his perceptions; none can desire what he has not perceived. — 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
And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love. — 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
Each man must create his own system or else he is a slave to another mans — 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
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
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
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 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
“And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, And binding with briars, my joys & desires.” — William Blake Copy Share Image
“And all must love the human form, In heathen, Turk, or Jew. Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell, There God is dwelling… — 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
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
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
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 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
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
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
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
Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow. — William Blake Copy Share
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
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
Cruelty has a human heart, and jealousy a human face. Terror, the human form divine, And secrecy, the human dress. — William Blake Copy Share
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
THE POISON TREE I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe; I… — William Blake Copy Share
