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He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
William Blake
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William Blake
Age: 69 †
Born: 1757
Born: November 28
Died: 1827
Died: August 12
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The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit and joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.
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The Bat that flits at close of Eve Has left the Brain that won't believe. The Owl that calls upon the Night Speaks the Unbeliever's fright.
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Prisons are built with stones of Law. Brothels with the bricks of religion.
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Mercy, Pity, Peace Is the world's release.
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Little fly, thy summer's play My thoughtless hand has brushed away. Am not I a fly like thee? Or art not thou a man like me? For I dance and drink and sing, Till some blind hand shall brush my wing!
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Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.
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Then my verse I dishonor, my pictures despise, my person degrade and my temper chastise and the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame and my talents I bury, and dead is my fame.
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Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?
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Christ's crucifix shall be made an excuse for executing criminals.
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Every mortal loss is an immortal gain.
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