“Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly. I told… — William Blake Copy Share Image
I cry, Love! Love! Love! happy happy Love! free as the mountain wind! — William Blake Copy Share Image
Never seek to tell thy love; Love that never told can be. For the gentle wind does move silently.. invisibly. — William Blake Copy Share Image
Bring me an axe and spade, Bring me a winding-sheet; When I my grave have made Let winds and tempests beat: Then… — William Blake Copy Share Image
O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down Thro' the clear windows of the morning, turn Thine angel eyes upon our western… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau! Mock on, mock on: 'Tis all in vain! You throw the sand against the wind, And… — William Blake Copy Share Image
I give you the end of a golden string, Only wind it into a ball, It will lead you in at Heaven's… — William Blake Copy Share Image
You throw the sand against the wind and the wind blows it back again. — William Blake Copy Share Image
Commerce is so far from being beneficial to arts, or to empire, that it is destructive of both, as all their history… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste Thy morn and evening breath; scatter… — 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
