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
A dog starv'd at the master's gate Predicts the ruin of the State. A horse misus'd upon the road Calls to heaven… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief?… — William Blake Copy Share Image
When Sir Joshua Reynolds died All Nature was degraded; The King dropped a tear in the Queen's ear, And all his pictures… — 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
For everything exists and not one sigh nor smile nor tear, one hair nor particle of dust, not one can pass away. — William Blake Copy Share Image
But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlots curse Blasts the new-born Infants tear And blights with plagues the… — William Blake Copy Share Image
To some people a tree is something so incredibly beautiful that it brings tears to the eyes. To others it is just… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Think not thou canst sigh a sigh And thy maker is not by; Think not thou canst weep a tear And thy… — William Blake Copy Share Image
I wander thro' each charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of… — William Blake Copy Share Image
If you trap the moment before it's ripe, The tears of repentence you'll certainly wipe; But if once you let the ripe… — 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
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
