Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant… — William Blake Copy Share Image
For where'er the sun does shine, And where'er the rain does fall, Babe can never hunger there, Nor poverty the mind appall. — William Blake Copy Share Image
If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up,… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Ah, sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey… — William Blake Copy Share Image
To the eyes of a miser a guinea is far more beautiful than the sun, and a bag worn with the use… — William Blake Copy Share Image
When the sun rises, do you not see a round disc of fire somewhat like a guinea? O no, no, I see… — William Blake Copy Share Image
If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up,… — William Blake Copy Share Image
He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives… — 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
