William Blake Quotes

How sweet I roamed from field to field,
And tasted all the summer's pride,
Till I the prince of love beheld,
Who in the sunny beams did glide!

The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.

The crow wished everything was black, the Owl, that everything was white.

He who loves feels love descend into him and if he has wisdom may perceive it from the Poetic Genius which is the Lord.

Energy is eternal delight.

If the Sun and Moon should ever doubt, they'd immediately go out.

That the Jews assumed a right Exclusively to the benefits of God. will be a lasting witness against them. & the same will it be against Christians

God appears and god is light
To those poor souls who dwell in night But does a human form display To those who dwell in realms of day

Fiery the Angels rose, and as they rose deep thunder roll'd
Around their shores: indignant burning with the fires of Orc.

What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.

Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained; and the restrainer or reason usurps its place & governs the unwilling.
And being restrain'd it by degrees becomes passive till it is only the shadow of desire.

The hours of folly are measur’d by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure.

A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.

What is now proved was once only imagined.

A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.

A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.

A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.

A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.

Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.