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William Blake
Age: 69 †
Born: 1757
Born: November 28
Died: 1827
Died: August 12
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W. Blake
Uil'iam Bleik
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Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the Last Judgement draweth nigh.
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All wholesome food is caught without a net or trap.
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The foundation of empire is art and science. Remove them or degrade them, and the empire is no more. Empire follows art and not vice versa as Englishmen suppose.
William Blake
The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey.
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Heaven is in a grain of sand.
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A dog starved at his master's gate Predicts the ruin of the state.
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Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
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She who dwells with me whom I have loved with such communion, that no place on earth can ever be solitude to me.
William Blake
He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.
William Blake
Exuberance is beauty.
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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!
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Work up imagination to the state of vision.
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I love hanging and drawing and quartering Every bit as well as war and slaughtering.
William Blake
If others had not been foolish, we should be so.
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To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wildflower.
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If you have form'd a circle to go into, Go into it yourself, and see how you would do. They said this mystery never shall cease: The priest promotes war, and the soldier peace.
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Death is terrible, tho' borne on angels' wings!
William Blake
[L]et light Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring The honey'd dew that cometh on waking day. O radiant morning.
William Blake
And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every Child may joy to hear.
William Blake
The human mind cannot go beyond the gift of God, the Holy Ghost. To suppose that art can go beyond the finest specimens of art that are now in the world is not knowing what art is it is being blind to the gifts of the spirit.
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