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General knowledges are those knowledges that idiots possess.
William Blake
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William Blake
Age: 69 †
Born: 1757
Born: November 28
Died: 1827
Died: August 12
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Uil'iam Bleik
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Without contraries there is no progression.
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He who sees the Infinite in all things sees God.
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What is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a song? Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price of all the man hath, his house, his wife, his children.
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I must create a system, or be enslav'd by another man's.
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Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles.
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He who does not imagine in stronger and better lineaments, and in stronger and better light than his perishing and mortal eye can see, does not imagine at all.
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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.
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When Sir Joshua Reynolds died All Nature was degraded The King dropped a tear in the Queen's ear, And all his pictures faded.
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The eye altering, alters all.
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Better to shun the bait than struggle in the snare.
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The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow
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Little fly, thy summer's play My thoughtless hand has brushed away. Am not I a fly like thee? Or art not thou a man like me? For I dance and drink and sing, Till some blind hand shall brush my wing!
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Reason, or the ratio of all we have already known, is not the same that it shall be when we know more.
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Energy is eternal delight.
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O thou who passest through our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils! Thou, O Summer, Oft pitchest here thy golden tent, and oft Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.
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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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Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.
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Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow.
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The child's toys and the old man's reasons are the fruits of two seasons.
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One Power alone makes a Poet: Imagination. The Divine Vision.
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