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The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow

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William Blake
Age: 69 †
Born: 1757
Born: November 28
Died: 1827
Died: August 12
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O thou who passest through our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils! Thou, O Summer, Oft pitchest here thy golden tent, and oft Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.
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The vision of Christ that thou dost see is my vision's greatest enemy . Both read the Bible day and night, but thou read'st black where I read white. His seventy disciples sent against religion and government .
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O white-robed Angel, guide my timorous hand to write as on a lofty rock with iron pen the words of truth, that all who pass may read.
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Drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead.
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Those who restrain their desires, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.
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Celebrate your existence!
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I love hanging and drawing and quartering Every bit as well as war and slaughtering.
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Lives in eternity's sun rise.
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Man has no Body distinct from his Soul for that called Body is a portion of Soul discerned by the five Senses, the chief inlets of Soul in this age.
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Mutual forgiveness of each vice. Such are the Gates of Paradise.
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The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.
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The eye altering, alters all.
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The Fool shall not enter into Heaven let him be ever so Holy.
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Acts themselves alone are history, and these are neither the exclusive property of Hume, Gibbon nor Voltaire, Echard, Rapin, Plutarch, nor Herodotus. Tell me the Acts, O historian, and leave me to reason upon them as I please away with your reasoning and your rubbish. All that is not action is not worth reading.
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He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise.
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Ah, sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done Where the youth pined away with desire And the pale virgin shrouded in snow Arise from their graves, and aspire Where my sunflower wishes to go.
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What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.
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In every cry of every man, In every infant's cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.
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I see through my eyes, not with them.
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Bring me my bow of burning gold: Bring me my arrows of desire: Bring me my spear: O clouds, unfold! Bring me my chariot of fire.
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