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William Blake
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William Blake
Age: 69 †
Born: 1757
Born: November 28
Died: 1827
Died: August 12
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More quotes by William Blake
LOVE'S SECRET Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart, Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears. Ah! she did depart! Soon after she was gone from me, A traveller came by, Silently, invisibly: He took her with a sigh.
William Blake
Lo! now the direful monster, whose skin clings To his strong bones, strides o'er the groaning rocks: He withers all in silence, and his hand Unclothes the earth, and freezes up frail life.
William Blake
The stars are threshed, and the souls are threshed from their husks.
William Blake
My Brother starv'd between two Walls,His Children's Cry my Soul appalls
William Blake
There is a place where Contrarieties are equally True.
William Blake
The ignorant Insults of Individuals will not hinder me from doing my duty to my Art
William Blake
The Britons (say historians) were naked, civilized men, learned, studious, abstruse in thought and contemplation naked, simple, plain in their acts and manners wiser than after ages.
William Blake
There can be no Good Will. Will is always Evil it is persecution to others or selfishness.
William Blake
When the doors of perception are cleansed, men will see things as they truly are, infinite.
William Blake
Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night.
William Blake
If you cannot imagine with the mind's eye much more than you can see with the mortal eye, you have a very poor imagination indeed.
William Blake
How sweet I roamed from field to field, And tasted all the summer's pride, Till I the prince of love beheld, Who in the sunny beams did glide!
William Blake
God and His Priest and King,...make up a heaven of our misery.
William Blake
To Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness.
William Blake
They who forgive most shall be most forgiven.
William Blake
Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy? Why a little curtain of flesh on the bed of our desire?
William Blake
Mans desires are limited by his perceptions none can desire what he has not perceived.
William Blake
Commerce is so far from being beneficial to arts, or to empire, that it is destructive of both, as all their history shows, for the above reason of individual merit being its great hatred. Empires flourish till they become commercial, and then they are scattered abroad to the four winds.
William Blake
Bring me an axe and spade, Bring me a winding-sheet When I my grave have made Let winds and tempests beat: Then down I'll lie as cold as clay. True love doth pass away!
William Blake
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,Dreaming o'er the joys of night.Sleep, sleep: in thy sleepLittle sorrows sit and weep.
William Blake