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The ruins of time build mansions in eternity.
William Blake
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William Blake
Age: 69 †
Born: 1757
Born: November 28
Died: 1827
Died: August 12
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Love seeketh only self to please, To bind another to its delight, Joys in another's loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.
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It is the greatest of crimes to depress true art and science.
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How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring?
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What is now proved was once only imagined.
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When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep. So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
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Naught can deform the human race Like to the armor's iron brace.
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The inquiry in England is not whether a man has talents and genius, but whether he is passive and polite and a virtuous ass and obedient to noblemen's opinions in art and science. If he is, he is a good man. If not, he must be starved.
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But to go to school in a summer morn, O! It drives all joy away Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day In sighing and dismay.
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The world of imagination is the world of eternity.
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Mere enthusiasm is the all in all... / Passion and expression are beauty itself.
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You throw the sand against the wind and the wind blows it back again.
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The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.
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My Brother starv'd between two Walls,His Children's Cry my Soul appalls
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Every man who is not an artist is a traitor to his own nature.
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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? Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrow's share? Can a father see his child Weep, nor be with sorrow filled? Can a mother sit and hear An infant groan, an infant fear? No, no! never can it be! Never, never can it be!
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Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty !
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The soul of sweet delight, can never be defiled.
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The grave is Heaven's golden gate, And rich and poor around it wait O Shepherdess of England's fold, Behold this gate of pearl and gold!
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I have conversed with the spiritual Sun. I saw him on Primrose Hill
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