The stars are threshed, and the souls are threshed from their husks. — William Blake Copy Share Image
The pure soul shall mount on native wings, . . . and cut a path into the heaven of glory. — William Blake Copy Share Image
Where others see but the dawn coming over the hill, I see the soul of God shouting for joy. — William Blake Copy Share Image
How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way, Is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses… — 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
I looked for my soul but my soul I could not see. I looked for my God but my God eluded me.… — William Blake Copy Share Image
This life's dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When… — 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
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
“The Holy Word That walk'd among the ancient trees, Calling the lapsèd soul, And weeping in the evening dew; That might control… — William Blake Copy Share Image
The ancient Poets animated all sensible objects with Gods or Geniuses, calling them by the names and adorning them with the properties… — 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
