William Blake Quotes

Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
Ah! she did depart!

Soon after she was gone from me,
A traveller came by,
Silently, invisibly:
He took her with a sigh.

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

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.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house filled with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell through all its regions.

Prisons are built with stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of Religion

Never seek to tell thy love; Love that never told can be. For the gentle wind does move silently.. invisibly.

When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend

The lamb misused breeds public strife
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.

Children of the future age
Reading this indignant page
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime

The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow

For Mercy has a human heart
Pity, a human face:
And Love, the human form divine,
And Peace, the human dress.

Knowledge is Life with wings

O Rose, thou art sick.
The invisible worm
That flies in the night
In the howling storm

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

Without Contraries is no Progression.

Little Fly
Thy summers play,
My thoughtless hand
Has brush'd away.

Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?

For I dance
And drink & sing:
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.

If thought is life
And strength & breath:
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?