William Blake Quotes (334 Quotes)

There is a smile of love,And there is a smile of deceit,And there is a smile of smilesIn which these two smiles meet.

The hours of folly are measured by the clock; but of wisdom, no clock can measure.

Jesus was sitting in Moses' chair.

What is a wife and what is a harlot? What is a church and what is a theatre? are they two and not one? Can they exist separate? Are not religion and politics the same thing? Brotherhood is religion. O demonstrations of reason dividing families in cruelty and pride!

Eternity is in love with the productions of time.

Every Mortal loss is an Immortal Gain. The Ruins of Time build Mansions in Eternity.

I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.

Come live, and be merry, and join with me,To sing the sweet chorus of 'Ha ha he'

And because I am happy and dance and sing,They think they have done me no injury.

Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean, The children walking two and two, in red and blue and green.

Man has no Body distinct from his Soul; for that called Body is a portion of Soul discerned by the five Senses, the chief inlets of Soul in this age.

Hear the voice of the Bard Who present, past, and future sees Whose ears have heard The Holy Word That walked among the ancient trees.

Swedenborg is the Angel sitting at the tomb his writings are the linen clothes folded up.

And was Jerusalem builded here Among dark Satanic mills.

When Nations grow Old, The Arts grow Cold And Commerce settles on every Tree.

The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.

I care not whether a man is good or evil all that I care Is whether he is a wise man or a fool. Go put off holiness, And put on intellect.

The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.

Once I saw a Devil in a flame of fire.

He is meek, and He is mild He became a little child. I a child, and thou a lamb, We are calld by His name. Little Lamb, God bless thee

Like a fiend in a cloud, With howling woe After night I do crowd And with night will go I turn my back to the east, From whence comforts have increased For light cloth seize my brain With frantic pain.

The Bat that flits at close of EveHas left the Brain that won't believe.The Owl that calls upon the NightSpeaks the Unbeliever's fright.

It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted.

What seems to be, is, to those to whom it seems to be, and is productive of the most dreadful consequences to those to whom it seems to be, even of torments, despair, eternal death.

I do not like the man's face. He looks as if he will live to be hanged.

The look of love alarms Because tis filled with fire But the look of soft deceit Shall sin the lovers hire.

Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.

As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.

In every Infants cry of fear.

Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief?

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.

And now the time returns again Our souls exult, and London's towers Receive the Lamb of God to dwell In England's green and pleasant bowers.

Cruelty has a Human Heart, And jealousy a Human Face Terror the Human Form Divine, And secrecy the Human Dress. The Human Dress is forged Iron, The Human Form a Fiery Forge, The Human Face a Furnace seal d, The Human Heart its hungry gorge.

But to go to school in a summer morn, Oh, it drives all joy away Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day in sighing and dismay