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William Blake
Age: 69 †
Born: 1757
Born: November 28
Died: 1827
Died: August 12
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Without minute neatness of execution, the sublime cannot exist! Grandeur of ideas is founded on precision of ideas.
William Blake
The fool who persists in his folly will become wise.
William Blake
He who replies to words of doubt doth put the light of knowledge out.
William Blake
The Fool shall not enter into Heaven let him be ever so Holy.
William Blake
Gratitude, in itself, is heaven.
William Blake
Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
William Blake
Opposition is true friendship.
William Blake
How can a bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing?
William Blake
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy.
William Blake
Some will say, Is not God alone the Prolific? I answer, God only Acts & Is, in existing beings or Men.
William Blake
The mocker of Art is the mocker of Jesus.
William Blake
To the eyes of a miser a guinea is more beautiful than the sun, and a bag worn with the use of money has more beautiful proportions than a vine filled with grapes.
William Blake
Auguries of innocence The emmet's inch and eagle's mile Make lame philosophy to smile. He who doubts from what he sees Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
William Blake
Pride is a personal commitment. It is an attitude which separates excellence from mediocrity.
William Blake
Nature has no outline. Imagination has.
William Blake
He who has few things to desire cannot have many to fear.
William Blake
Man was made for joy and woe, and when this we rightly know through the world we safely go. Joy and woe are woven fine, a clothing for the soul to bind.
William Blake
How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoyed in you! The languid strings do scarcely move! The sound is forced, the notes are few!
William Blake
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,Dreaming o'er the joys of night.Sleep, sleep: in thy sleepLittle sorrows sit and weep.
William Blake
To cast aside from Poetry, all that is not Inspiration
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