William Blake Quotes

Bring me my Bow of burning gold: Bring me my Arrows of desire: Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold! Bring me my Chariot of fire! I will not cease from Mental Fight, Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand, Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green & pleasant Land.
William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. Milton (Plate 1, l. 9-16). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
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Tiger, Tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. The Tiger (l. 1-4). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
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The atoms of Democritus And Newton's particles of light Are sands upon the Red Sea shore, Where Israel's tents do shine so bright.
William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. Mock On, Mock On, Voltaire, Rousseau (l. 9-12). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
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O thou, with dewy locks, who lookest down Through the clear windows of the morning; turn Thine angel eyes upon our western isle, Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!
William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. To Spring (l. 1-4). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
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Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau! Mock on, mock on—'Tis all in vain!
William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. Mock On, Mock On, Voltaire, Rousseau (l. 1-2). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
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Thou Fair-haired Angel of the Evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. To the Evening Star (l. 1-4). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
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Never seek to tell thy love Love that never told can be;
William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. Never Seek to Tell Thy Love (l. 1-2). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
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Let thy West Wind sleep on The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes, And wash the dusk with silver.
William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. To the Evening Star (l. 8-10). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
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I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart, Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears— Ah, she doth depart.
William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. Never Seek to Tell Thy Love (l. 5-8). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
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How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoyed in you! The languid strings do scarcely move! The sound is forced, the notes are few!
William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. To the Muses (l. 13-16). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
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