Like a fiend in a cloud, With howling woe After night I do crowd And with night will go; I turn my… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silken… — 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
