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Every man who is not an artist is a traitor to his own nature.
William Blake
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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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Children of the future age Reading this indignant page Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime
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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.
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Abstinence sows sand all over The ruddy limbs and flaming hair, But desire gratified Plants fruits of life and beauty there.
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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?
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Enthusiastic Admiration is the first Principle of Knowledge and its last.
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Degrade first the Arts if you'd Mankind Degrade. Hire Idiots to Paint with cold light & hot shade: Give high Price for the worst, leave the best in disgrace, And with Labours of Ignorance fill every place.
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Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.
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He who doubts from what he sees Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
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I cry, Love! Love! Love! happy happy Love! free as the mountain wind!
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Heaven is in a grain of sand.
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If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thru chinks of his cavern.
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Works of Art can only be produc'd in Perfection where the Man is either in Affluence or is Above the Care of it.
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Prudence is a rich, ugly, old maid courted by incapacity.
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God is the poetic genius in each of us.
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Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: Pipe a song about a Lamb. So I piped with merry cheer Piper, pipe that song again. So I piped he wept to hear.
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The ruins of time build mansions in eternity.
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The Angel that presided o'er my birth Said, 'Little creature, formed of joy and mirth, Go love without the help of any thing on earth'.
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Father, O father! what do we here In this land of unbelief and fear?
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I thought Love lived in the hot sunshine, But O, he lives in the moony light! I thought to find Love in the heat of day, But sweet Love is the comforter of night.
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