William Blake Quotes

How sweet I roam'd from field to field And tasted all the summer's pride, Till I the Prince of Love beheld Who in the sunny beams did glide!
William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. How sweet I roam'd from field to field (l. 1-4). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
Man has no Body distinct from his Soul; for that call'd Body is a portion of Soul discern'd by the five Senses, the chief inlets of Soul in this age.
William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, engraver. The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, plate 4, "The Voice of the Devil," (1790-1793).
With sweet May dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage; He caught me in his silken net, And shut me in his golden cage. He loves to sit and hear me sing, Then, laughing, sports and plays with me; Then stretches out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty.
William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. How sweet I roam'd from field to field (l. 9-16). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of ainstruction.
William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, engraver. The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, plate 9, "Proverbs of Hell," (c. 1793), repr. In Complete Writings, ed. Geoffrey Keynes (1957).
I askèd a thief to steal me a peach He turned up his eyes I ask'd a lithe lady to lie her down Holy & meek she cries— As soon as I went An angel came. He wink'd at the thief And smild at the dame— And without one word said Had a peach from the tree And still as a maid Enjoy'd the lady.
William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. I Askèd a Thief (l. 1-12). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, engraver. The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, plate 7, "Proverbs of Hell," (c. 1793), repr. In Complete Writings, ed. Geoffrey Keynes (1957).
The record of one's life must needs prove more interesting to him who writes it than to him who reads what has been written. "I have no name: "I am but two days old." What shall I call thee? "I happy am, "Joy is my name." Sweet joy befall thee!
William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, engraver, and Martha Ostenso. repr. In Complete Writings, ed. Geoffrey Keynes (1957). "Infant Joy," st. 1, Songs of Innocence (1789).
The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind.
William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, engraver. The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, plates 17-20, "A Memorable Fancy," (c. 1793), repr. In Complete Writings, ed. Geoffrey Keynes (1957).
I have no name. I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee!
William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. From SONGS OF INNOCENCE. Infant Joy (l. 1-6). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.
William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, engraver. The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, plate 7, "Proverbs of Hell," (c. 1793), repr. In Complete Writings, ed. Geoffrey Keynes (1957).