Man was made for joy and woe, and when this we rightly know through the world we safely go. Joy and woe… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Man was made for joy and woe Then when this we rightly know Through the world we safely go. Joy and woe… — 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
Do what you will, this world's a fiction and is made up of contradiction. — William Blake Copy Share Image
What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my… — William Blake Copy Share Image
And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every Child may joy… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“Do what you will, this life's a fiction, And it is made up of contradiction.” — William Blake Copy Share Image
When the stars threw down their spears, and watered heaven with their tears, did he smile his work to see? Did he… — 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
