My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white; White as an angel… — William Blake Copy Share Image
The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,The humble sheep a threat'ning horn:While the Lily white shall in love delight,Nor a thorn nor… — William Blake Copy Share Image
O white-robed Angel, guide my timorous hand to write as on a lofty rock with iron pen the words of truth, that… — 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
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
The crow wished everything was black, the Owl, that everything was white. — 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
