English poet & painter (1757-1827)
Can I see another's woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another's grief,
And not seek for kind relief?
WILLIAM BLAKE
"The Divine Image", Songs of Innocence
Degrade first the arts if you'd mankind degrade,
Hire idiots to paint with cold light and hot shade.
WILLIAM BLAKE
Annotations to Sir Joshua Reynolds's Discourses
One thought fills immensity.
WILLIAM BLAKE
Proverbs of Hell
Pity must join together those whom wrath has torn in sunder.
WILLIAM BLAKE
Jerusalem: The Emanation of the Giant Albion
Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secrecy the human dress.
WILLIAM BLAKE
"A Divine Image", Songs of Experience
Cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from ye door.
WILLIAM BLAKE
"Holy Thursday"
You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.
WILLIAM BLAKE
Proverbs of Hell
Bit from the dolorous groan on high a shadow of smoke appeared,
And human bones rattling together in the smoke and stamping
The nether abyss, and gnashing in fierce despair, and panting in sobs,
Thick, short, incessant, bursting, sobbing, deep despairing, stamping,
Struggling to utter the voice of man, to take features of man,
To take the limbs of man.
WILLIAM BLAKE
Vala
To Generalize is to be an Idiot. To Particularize is the Alone Distinction of Merit.
WILLIAM BLAKE
Annotations to Sir Joshua Reynolds's Discourses
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly bright.
WILLIAM BLAKE
"The Lamb", Songs of Innocence
The busy bee has no time for sorrow.
WILLIAM BLAKE
Proverbs of Hell
A dog starved at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
WILLIAM BLAKE
Auguries of Innocence
And I made a rural pen,
And I stained the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
WILLIAM BLAKE
introduction, Songs of Innocence
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all Heaven in a rage.
WILLIAM BLAKE
Auguries of Innocence
Everything possible to be believ'd is an image of truth.
WILLIAM BLAKE
"Proverbs of Hell", The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
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
Night
Are those who love like those who died, risen again from death,
Immortal in immortal torment never to be delivered?
WILLIAM BLAKE
Vala
For a tear is an intellectual thing,
And a sigh is the sword of an Angel King,
And the bitter groan of the martyr's woe
Is an arrow from the Almighty's bow.
WILLIAM BLAKE
"The Gray Monk", Poems from the Pickering Manuscript
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'd
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof, there thou mayest rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.
WILLIAM BLAKE
"To Autumn"
It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God only.
WILLIAM BLAKE
A Vision of the Last Judgment