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William Blake Quotes - Page 11

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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.

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.

Sweet, Inspirational Love, Sunshine

William Blake (2005). “Collected Poems”, p.129, Routledge

Sooner strangle an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.

Nurse, Desire, Criminal Mind

William Blake, “The Marriage Of Heaven And Hell”

Abstinence sows sand all over The ruddy limbs and flaming hair, But desire gratified Plants fruits of life and beauty there.

Life, Hair, Desire

'MS Note-Book' p. 105

Oh! why was I born with a different face? why was I not born like the rest of my race? when I look,each one starts! when I speak, I offend; then Im silent & passive & lose every friend. Then my verse I dishonour, my pictures despise, my person degrade & my temper chastise; and the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame; all my talents I bury, and dead is my fame. Im either too low or too highly prized; when elate I m envy'd, when meek Im despis'd

Race, Different Faces, Envy

William Blake (2000). “The Selected Poems of William Blake”, p.149, Wordsworth Editions

The Sick Rose 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.

Life, Art, Dark

'Songs of Experience' (1794) 'The Sick Rose'

The cut worm forgives the plow.

Happiness, Forgiveness, Cutting

William Blake (2013). “The Poetry of William Blake”, p.30, eBookIt.com

The human mind cannot go beyond the gift of God, the Holy Ghost. To suppose that art can go beyond the finest specimens of art that are now in the world is not knowing what art is; it is being blind to the gifts of the spirit.

Art, Gifts Of The Spirit, Knowing

William Blake (2008). “The Complete Poetry and Prose of William Blake”, p.544, Univ of California Press

Every thing possible to be believ'd is an image of truth.

Truth, Lying, Believe

Gerda S. Norvig, William Blake (1993). “Dark Figures in the Desired Country: Blake's Illustrations to The Pilgrim's Progress”, p.45, Univ of California Press

First thought is best in Art, second in other matters.

Inspirational, Life, Art

The cistern contains: The fountain overflows.

God, Fountain, Overflow

William Blake, William Butler Yeats (2002). “Collected Poems”, p.166, Psychology Press

Invention depends altogether upon execution or organization; as that is right or wrong so is the invention perfect or imperfect.

Organization, Perfect, Execution

William Blake (2008). “The Complete Poetry and Prose of William Blake”, p.637, Univ of California Press

Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves the feet of angels bright; unseen they pour blessing, and joy without ceasing, on each bud and blossom, and each sleeping bosom.

Moving, Sleep, Angel

William Blake, Andrew Lincoln (1991). “Songs of Innocence and of Experience”, p.162, Princeton University Press

Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?

Sympathy, Peace, Grief

'Songs of Innocence' (1789) 'On Another's Sorrow'

For the Eye altering alters all; The Senses roll themselves in fear And the flat Earth becomes a Ball.

Eye, Imagination, Balls

William Blake (2005). “Collected Poems”, p.123, Routledge

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'.

Love, Angel, Joy

William Blake (1899). “William Blake: XVII Designs to Thornton's Virgil, Reproduced from the Original Woodcuts, MDCCCXXI.”

Without minute neatness of execution, the sublime cannot exist! Grandeur of ideas is founded on precision of ideas.

Ideas, Sublime, Execution

William Blake (2008). “The Complete Poetry and Prose of William Blake”, p.646, Univ of California Press

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

Wise, Wisdom, Horse

William Blake, David Fuller (2000). “William Blake: Selected Poetry and Prose”, p.132, Pearson Education

Commerce is so far from being beneficial to arts, or to empire, that it is destructive of both, as all their history shows, for the above reason of individual merit being its great hatred. Empires flourish till they become commercial, and then they are scattered abroad to the four winds.

Art, Business, Wind

William Blake (1988). “William Blake”, Oxford University Press, USA

And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles.

Morning, Night, Tears

William Blake, W. H. Stevenson (2007). “Blake: The Complete Poems”, p.155, Pearson Education

He who loves his enemies betrays his friends; this surely is not what Jesus meant.

Jesus, Betrayal, Enemy

William Blake (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of William Blake (Illustrated)”, p.870, Delphi Classics

What is a wife and what is a harlot? What is a church and what is a theatre? are they two and not one? Can they exist separate? Are not religion and politics the same thing? Brotherhood is religion. O demonstrations of reason dividing families in cruelty and pride!

Pride, Two, Wife

William Blake (1964). “Jerusalem: A Simplified Version”

Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody poor. Mercy no more could be, If all were happy as we.

Would Be, Pity, Mercy

William Blake (2003). “Songs of Innocence and of Experience”, p.21, Octavo

For where'er the sun does shine, And where'er the rain does fall, Babe can never hunger there, Nor poverty the mind appall.

Hope, Rain, Fall

William Blake (1966). “Complete Writings: With Variant Readings”, p.181, Oxford University Press, USA

Tools were made and born were hands, Every farmer understands.

Hands, Tools, Born

William Blake (2005). “Collected Poems”, p.96, Routledge

The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,The humble sheep a threat'ning horn:While the Lily white shall in love delight,Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.

Humble, Sheep, White

William Blake (2013). “The Poetry of William Blake”, p.84, eBookIt.com

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