William Blake


English Poet, Engraver, Painter, Visionary Mystic

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Without Unceasing Practice nothing can be done. Practice is Art. If you leave off you are lost.

Works of Art can only be produc'd in Perfection where the Man is either in Affluence or is Above the Care of it.

You are forgiven for your happiness and your successes only if you generously consent to share them.

You cannot have Liberty in this world without what you call Moral Virtue, and you cannot have Moral Virtue without the slavery of that half of the human race who hate what you call Moral Virtue.

You smile with pomp and rigor, you talk of benevolence and virtue; I act with benevolence and virtue and get murdered time after time.

You throw the sand against the wind And the wind blows it back again.

You'll quite remove the ancient curse.

Your chimneys I sweep and in soot I sleep.

Your friendship oft has made my heart to ache: do be my enemy for friendship's sake.

Without contraries is no progression. Attraction and repulsion, reason and energy, love and hate, are necessary to human existence.

Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained; and the restrainer or reason usurps its place and governs the unwilling. And being restrain'd it by degrees becomes passive till it is only the shadow of desire.

Travelers repose and dream among my leaves.

What is Grand is necessarily obscure to Weak men. That which can be made Explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.

When the doors of perception are cleansed, man will see things as they truly are, infinite.

Why wilt thou examine every little fibre of my soul, spreading them out before the sun like stalks of flax to dry? ... naught shalt thou find in it but Death, Despair and Everlasting brooding Melancholy. thou wilt go mad with horror if thou dost examine thus every moment of my secret hours.

Those who restrain their desires, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.

True superstition is ignorant honesty and this is beloved of God and man.

What is it men in women do require: The lineaments of gratified desire. What is it women do in men require: The lineaments of gratified desire.

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, and the dimpling stream runs laughing by; when the air does laugh with our merry wit, and the green hill laughs with the noise of it.

With sweet may dews my wings were wet, and phoebus fir'd my vocal rage; he caught me in his silken net, and shut me in his golden cage. He loves to sit and hear me sing, then, laughing, sports and plays with me; then stretches out my golden wing, and mocks my loss of liberty.

Thou fair-haired angel of the evening, now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown put on, and smile upon our evening bed!

Truth can never be told so as to be understood, and not be believed. Enough! Or too much.

What is the divine spirit? Is the holy ghost any other than an intellectual fountain?

When the painted birds laugh in the shade, when our table with cherries and nuts is spread: come live, and be merry, and join with me to sing the sweet chorus of 'ha, ha, he!

Thus men forgot that all deities reside in the human breast.

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English Poet, Engraver, Painter, Visionary Mystic