THE POISON TREE I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my… — William Blake Copy Share Image
The Sick Rose O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born. Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight, Some… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Nature in darkness groans and men are bound to sullen contemplation in the night: restless they turn on beds of sorrow; in… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Like a fiend in a cloud, With howling woe After night I do crowd And with night will go; I turn my… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Both read the Bible day and night, but thou read black where I read white. — William Blake Copy Share Image
O Earth, O Earth, return! Arise from out the dewy grass; Night is worn; And the morn Rises from the slumbrous mass. — William Blake Copy Share Image
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? — William Blake Copy Share Image
The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night. — William Blake Copy Share Image
The vision of Christ that thou dost see is my vision's greatest enemy . Both read the Bible day and night, but… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,Dreaming o'er the joys of night.Sleep, sleep: in thy sleepLittle sorrows sit and weep. — William Blake Copy Share Image
And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful… — 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
Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night. — William Blake Copy Share Image
God appears, and God is Light, to those poor souls who dwell in Night; but does a Human Form display to those… — William Blake Copy Share Image
The Bat that flits at close of Eve Has left the Brain that won't believe. The Owl that calls upon the Night… — 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
