William Blake Quotes

The reason Milton wrote in fetters when he wrote of Angels & God, and at liberty when of Devils & Hell, is because he was a true Poet and of the Devil's party without knowing it.

All wholesome food is caught without a net or a trap.

Time is the mercy of Eternity; without Time's swiftness Which is the swiftest of all things, all were eternal torment.

النمرُ ! النمر ! أيها القط البري
يا من تشتعلُ بهاءً
في الغاباتِ الليلية
أي أيد ٍ وعيون ٍ أبدية
شكلت هذا الجمال البري
في عذوبة ٍ وعفوية ؟

من أشعلَ النارَ
في تلكَ العيون ِ العسلية ؟
وبأي أعماق ٍ أو سماواتٍ علوية
شكلت هذا الجمال
وأي جناح ٍ يجرؤ ان يتمنى أو يختار
وأي يد ٍ يمكنها أن تصطاد َ النار ؟

أي قدرة أو أي مهارة
خلقت تلك الثنايا
وزرعت فيكَ الجسارة
عندما يبدأُ قلبك َ في الهجوم
بمخلبٍ قويٍ ويدٍ من حديد
كالمطرقة أو سلاسل الفولاذ المتينة
تقبض على الفريسة المسكينة
بإرادةٍ صلبة وقوة شكيمة

عندما ترسلُ النجوم ُ أشعتها الذهبية
وتروي السماء الأرضَ بدموعها الندية
هل يشعر بالسعادة من خلق هذا الصنيع ؟
هل مَن خلقكَ هو الذي خلق الحمل الوديع ؟

النمرُ ! النمر ! أيها القط البري
يا من تشتعلُ بهاءً
في الغاباتِ الليلية
أي أيد ٍ وعيون ٍ أبدية
شكلت هذا الجمال البري
في عذوبة ٍ وعفوية ؟

Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau.
Mock on, mock on — 'tis all in vain!
You throw the sand against the wind,
And the wind blows it back again.

Energy is eternal delight.

Every Harlot was a Virgin once

God wants not man to humble himself: That is the trick of the Ancient Elf. This is the race that Jesus ran: Humble to God, haughty to man, Cursing the Rulers before the people Even to the Temple's highest steeple, And when He humbled Himself to God Then descended the cruel rod. ‘If Thou Humblest Thyself, Thou humblest Me. Thou also dwell’st in Eternity.

He loves to sit and hear me sing,
Then, laughing, sports and plays with me;
Then stretches out my golden wing,
And mocks my loss of liberty.

To see a World in a grain of sand,
And a Heaven in a wild flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,
And Eternity in an hour.

The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.

My Brother starv'd between two Walls,
His Children's Cry my Soul appalls;

It is not because Angels are Holier than Men or Devils that makes them Angels but because they do not Expect Holiness from one another but from God only

You cannot have Liberty in this world without what you call Moral Virtue & you cannot have Moral Virtue without the Slavery of that half of the Human Race who hate what you call Moral Virtue

Hear the voice of the Bard!
Who Present, Past, & Future sees
Whose ears have heard,
The Holy Word,
That walk'd among the ancient trees.

Calling the lapsed Soul
And weeping in the evening dew:
That might controll,
The starry pole;
And fallen fallen light renew!

O Earth O Earth return!
Arise from out the dewy grass;
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the slumberous mass.

Turn away no more:
Why wilt thou turn away
The starry floor
The watry shore
Is giv'n thee till the break of day.