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William Blake Quotes - Page 16

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To my eye Rubens' colouring is most contemptible. His shadows are a filthy brown somewhat the colour of excrement.

To my eye Rubens' colouring is most contemptible. His shadows are a filthy brown somewhat the colour of excrement.

Eye, Criticism, Shadow

William Blake, David V. Erdman, Harold Bloom (1982). “The Complete Poetry and Prose of William Blake”, p.655, Univ of California Press

Dear Mother, dear Mother, the Church is cold, But the Ale-house is healthy and pleasant and warm.

Mother, House, Healthy

William Blake (2000). “The Selected Poems of William Blake”, p.81, Wordsworth Editions

To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wildflower.

Nature, Flower, Eternity Of Life

"Auguries of Innocence" l. 1 (ca. 1803)

I asked a thief to steal me a peach: He turned up his eyes. I asked a lithe lady to lie her down: Holy and meek, she cries. As soon as I went An angel came. He winked at the thief And smiled at the dame- And without one word spoke Had a peach from the tree, And 'twixt earnest and joke Enjoyed the lady.

Lying, Eye, Angel

William Blake, W. H. Stevenson (2007). “Blake: The Complete Poems”, p.153, Pearson Education

To cast aside from Poetry, all that is not Inspiration

Inspiration, Casts

William Blake, Michael Mason (1998). “Selected Poetry”, p.170, Oxford University Press, USA

The gulfing whale was like a dot in the spell. Yet look upon it, and 'twould size and swell To its huge self, and the minutest fish Would pass the very hardest gazer's wish, And show his little eye's anatomy.

Eye, Self, Whales

He who pretends to be either painter or engraver without being a master of drawing is an imposter.

Drawing, Masters, Painter

William Blake (2008). “The Complete Poetry and Prose of William Blake”, p.574, Univ of California Press

The grave is Heaven's golden gate, And rich and poor around it wait; O Shepherdess of England's fold, Behold this gate of pearl and gold!

Waiting, Heaven, Gold

William Blake, William Butler Yeats (2002). “Collected Poems”, p.134, Psychology Press

The Vision of Christ that thou dost see, Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine is the Friend of all Mankind, Mine speaks in Parables to the blind. Thine loves the same world that mine hates, Thy heaven-doors are my hell gates.

Hate, Doors, Heaven

William Blake (1977). “The Portable William Blake”, p.14, Penguin

She who dwells with me whom I have loved with such communion, that no place on earth can ever be solitude to me.

Marriage, Solitude, Earth

To Chloe's breast young Cupid slily stole, But he crept in at Myra's pocket-hole.

Life, Pockets, Chloe

William Blake (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of William Blake (Illustrated)”, p.809, Delphi Classics

I'm sure this Jesus will not do Either for Englishman or Jew.

Jesus, Judaism, Jew

'The Everlasting Gospel' (c.1818) (f) l. 1

I give you the end of a golden string, Only wind it into a ball, It will lead you in at Heaven's gate Built in Jerusalem's wall.

Wall, Wind, Giving

"I give you the end of a golden string" (1815)

The Fool shall not enter into Heaven let him be ever so Holy.

Heaven, Fool, Holy

William Blake, William Butler Yeats (2002). “Collected Poems”, p.233, Psychology Press

The ancient Poets animated all sensible objects with Gods or Geniuses, calling them by the names and adorning them with the properties of woods, rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their enlarged & numerous senses could perceive.

Cities, Names, Rivers

William Blake (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of William Blake (Illustrated)”, p.204, Delphi Classics

All pictures that's painted with sense and with thought / Are painted by madmen as sure as a groat; / For the greater the fool in the pencil more blest, / And when they are drunk they always paint best.

Drunk, Fool, Paint

William Blake, W. H. Stevenson (2007). “Blake: The Complete Poems”, p.641, Pearson Education

Time is the Mercy of Eternity

Mercy, Eternity

William Blake (1977). “The Portable William Blake”, p.295, Penguin

Thou art a man God is no more Thy own humanity Learn to adore

Art, Men, Humanity

William Blake, W. H. Stevenson (2007). “Blake: The Complete Poems”, p.908, Pearson Education

Since the French Revolution Englishmen are all intermeasurable one by another, certainly a happy state of agreement to which I forone do not agree.

Agreement, Revolution, England

William Blake (2008). “The Complete Poetry and Prose of William Blake”, p.783, Univ of California Press

If you trap the moment before it's ripe, The tears of repentence you'll certainly wipe; But if once you let the ripe moment go You can never wipe off the tears of woe.

Tears, Wipe, Woe

William Blake (1977). “The Portable William Blake”, p.103, Penguin

The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy.

Enemy, Vision, Christ

'The Everlasting Gospel' (c.1818) (a) l. 1

And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen?

Time, Feet, Mountain

Milton preface (1804 - 1810)

Praises reap not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not!

Laughing, Joy, Sorrow

William Blake (2005). “Collected Poems”, p.167, Routledge

God and His Priest and King,...make up a heaven of our misery.

Kings, Heaven, Misery

William Blake, W. H. Stevenson (2007). “Blake: The Complete Poems”, p.170, Pearson Education

The mocker of Art is the mocker of Jesus.

Jesus, Art, Art Is

William Blake (2008). “The Complete Poetry and Prose of William Blake”, p.767, Univ of California Press

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