William Blake Quotes

When Sir Joshua Reynolds died All Nature was degraded;
William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. Sir Joshua Reynolds (l. 1-2). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
I walked abroad in a snowy day; I asked the soft snow with me to play; She played and she melted in all her prime, And the winter called it a dreadful crime.
William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. Soft Snow (l. 1-4). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
Bring me an axe and spade, Bring me a winding-sheet; When I my grave have made Let winds and tempests beat: Then down I'll lie as cold as clay. True love doth pass away!
William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. Song (l. 13-18). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
To the eyes of a miser a guinea is more beautiful than the sun, and a bag worn with the use of money has more beautiful proportions than a vine filled with grapes.
William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, engraver. letter, Aug. 23, 1799. Complete Writings, ed. Geoffrey Keynes (1957).
My silks and fine array, My smiles and languish'd air, By Love are driv'n away; And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave: Such end true lovers have.
William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. Song (l. 1-6). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles.
William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. A Cradle Song (l. 5-8). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
Cruelty has a Human Heart, And jealousy a Human Face; Terror the Human Form Divine, And secrecy the Human Dress.
William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, engraver. Songs of Experience, "A Divine Image," (1794), repr. In Complete Writings, ed. Geoffrey Keynes (1957). This poem, etched on a copper plate in his usual manner, does not appear in any copy of the Songs of Experience, and so was probably rejected by him.
O the cunning wiles that creep In thy little heart asleep! When thy little heart doth wake, Then the dreadful night shall break.
William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. A Cradle Song (l. 13-16). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
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.
William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, engraver. Songs of Experience, "London," (1794), repr. In Complete Writings, ed. Geoffrey Keynes (1957).
Acts themselves alone are history.... Tell me the acts, O historian, and leave me to reason upon them as I please; away with your reasoning and your rubbish! All that is not action is not worth reading.
William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, engraver. repr. In Complete Writings, ed. Geoffrey Keynes (1957). A Descriptive Catalogue, no. 5 (1809).