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William Blake Quotes - Page 17

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Want of money and the distress of a thief can never be alleged as the cause of his thieving, for many honest people endure greater hardships with fortitude. We must therefore seek the cause elsewhere than in want of

Want of money and the distress of a thief can never be alleged as the cause of his thieving, for many honest people endure greater hardships with fortitude. We must therefore seek the cause elsewhere than in want of money, for that is the miser's passion, not the thief s.

Passion, People, Thieves

William Blake (1977). “The Portable William Blake”, p.135, Penguin

The lust of the goat is the bounty of God.

Lust, Goats, Glory Of God

The Marriage of Heaven and Hell "Proverbs of Hell" (1790 - 1793)

Mere enthusiasm is the all in all.

Enthusiasm, Mere

Thomas Wright, William Blake (1969). “The life of William Blake”

How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way, Is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses five?

Cutting, Bird, Delight

William Blake (1975). “The Marriage of Heaven and Hell”, p.51, Oxford Paperbacks

I cry, Love! Love! Love! happy happy Love! free as the mountain wind!

Wind, Happy Love, Mountain

William Blake (2008). “The Complete Poetry and Prose of William Blake”, p.50, Univ of California Press

The stars are threshed, and the souls are threshed from their husks.

Stars, Soul

For everything exists and not one sigh nor smile nor tear, one hair nor particle of dust, not one can pass away.

Truth, Hair, Dust

William Blake, W. H. Stevenson (2007). “Blake: The Complete Poems”, p.686, Pearson Education

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

Party, Angel, Knowing

The Marriage of Heaven and Hell "The Voice of the Devil" (note) (1790 - 1793)

[L]et light Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring The honey'd dew that cometh on waking day. O radiant morning.

Morning, Light, Dew

William Blake (2000). “The Selected Poems of William Blake”, p.6, Wordsworth Editions

A skylark wounded in the wing, / A cherubim does cease to sing.

Wings, Singing, Doe

'Auguries of Innocence' (c.1803) l. 9

When a Man has Married a WifeHe finds out whetherHer Knees & elbows are onlyglued together.

Men, Together, Elbows

William Blake (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of William Blake (Illustrated)”, p.804, Delphi Classics

O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou build thy dark, Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs, Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.

Dark, Winter, Doors

William Blake (1953). “Selected poetry and prose”, Random House Inc

The little ones leaped, and shouted, and laugh'd And all the hills echoed

Laughing, Littles, Hills

I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee!

Happiness, Baby, Sweet

William Blake (1977). “The Portable William Blake”, p.71, Penguin

The fields from Islington to Marybone, To Primrose Hill and Saint John's Wood, Were builded over with pillars of gold; And there Jerusalem's pillars stood.

Gold, Fields, Pillars

'Jerusalem' (1815) 'To the Jews' (plate 27, l. 1) "The fields from Islington to Marybone"

Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!

Angel, Light, Hair

William Blake (1783). “Poetical Sketches”, p.5

And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from 'The Garden of Love')

Garden, Joy, Black

William Blake (2005). “Collected Poems”, p.75, Routledge

Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee?

Sheep, Lambs, Littles

'Songs of Innocence' (1789) 'The Lamb'

Works of Art can only be produc'd in Perfection where the Man is either in Affluence or is Above the Care of it.

Art, Men, Perfection

William Blake (1977). “The Portable William Blake”, p.451, Penguin

Imitation is criticism.

Criticism, Artistic, Imitation

William Blake (1966). “Complete Writings: With Variant Readings”, p.453, Oxford University Press, USA

In every cry of every man, In every infant's cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.

Men, Voice, Mind

William Blake, Andrew Lincoln (1991). “Songs of Innocence and of Experience”, p.193, 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? Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrow's share? Can a father see his child Weep, nor be with sorrow filled? Can a mother sit and hear An infant groan, an infant fear? No, no! never can it be! Never, never can it be!

Mother, Children, Father

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

My silks and fine array, My smiles and languished air, By love are driv'n away And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave: Such end true lovers have.

Love, Air, Yew

William Blake (2008). “The Complete Poetry and Prose of William Blake”, p.413, Univ of California Press

Think not thou canst sigh a sigh And thy maker is not by; Think not thou canst weep a tear And thy maker is not near.

God, Thinking, Tears

William Blake (2005). “Collected Poems”, p.60, Routledge

The atoms of Democritus And Newton's particles of light Are sands upon the Red Sea shore, Where Israel's tents do shine so bright.

Light, Israel, Sea

William Blake (2000). “The Selected Poems of William Blake”, p.108, Wordsworth Editions

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