William Blake Quotes about Sleep

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Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.

Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.

William Blake

Good Morning, Happiness, Sleep

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

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.

William Blake

Moving, Sleep, Angel

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

Jerusalem (1804) 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 And did the countenance divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills And was Jerusalem builded here Among those dark Satanic mills Bring me my bow of burning gold Bring me my arrows of desire Bring me my spears o'clouds unfold Bring me my chariot of fire I will not cease from mental fight Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand 'Til we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land

William Blake

Sleep, Fighting, Dark

'Milton' (1804-10) Preface 'And did those feet in ancient time'

Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,Dreaming o'er the joys of night.Sleep, sleep: in thy sleepLittle sorrows sit and weep.

William Blake

Dream, Sleep, Night

William Blake, David Fuller (2000). “William Blake: Selected Poetry and Prose”, p.151, Pearson Education

I will not cease from mental fight Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand.

William Blake

Sleep, Fighting, Hands

'Milton' (1804-10) Preface 'And did those feet in ancient time'

When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep. So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.

William Blake

Mother, Father, Sleep

'Songs of Innocence' (1789) 'The Chimney Sweeper'