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William Blake quotes - page 7
Enough! or too much.
William Blake
Come hither, my boy, tell me what thou seest there. - A fool tangled in a religious snare.
William Blake
Prudence is a rich, ugly, old maid courted by incapacity.
William Blake
But most, thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlot's curse Blasts the new born Infant's tear, And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.
William Blake
To create a little flower is the labour of ages.
William Blake
The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest.
William Blake
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.
William Blake
Every tear from every eye Becomes a babe in eternity.
William Blake
Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache do be my enemy for friendship's sake.
William Blake
As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.
William Blake
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my visions greatest enemy.
William Blake
And we are put on earth a little spaceThat we may learn to bear the beams of love.
William Blake
They suppose that Woman's Love is Sin in consequence all the Loves Graces with them are Sin.
William Blake
Sing louder around To the bells cheerful sound, While our sports shall be seen, On the echoing green.
William Blake
Make your own rules or be a slave to another man's.
William Blake
Fiery the Angels rose, and as they rose deep thunder roll'd Around their shores: indignant burning with the fires of Orc.
William Blake
For washed in life's river, My bright mane forever Shall shine like the gold As Iguard o'er the fold.
William Blake
I have labour'd hard indeed, & have been borne on angel's wings. Till we meet I beg of God our Saviour to be with you & me, & yours & mine. Pray give my & my wife's love to Mrs Butts & Family, & believe me to remain.
William Blake
Degrade first the arts if you'd mankind degrade, Hire idiots to paint with cold light and hot shade.
William Blake
The iron hand crush'd the Tyrant's head And became a Tyrant in his stead.
William Blake
In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire?
William Blake
The harlot's cry from street to street Shall weave old England's winding sheet.
William Blake
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