My mother groan’d, my father wept Into the dangerous world I leapt, Helpless, naked, piping loud, Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
William Blake Quotes
Both read the Bible day and night, But thou read’st black where I read white.
But if at the Church they would give us some Ale. And a pleasant fire, our souls to regale; We’d sing and we’d pray, all the live-long day; Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray, (“The Little Vagabond”)
Exuberance is beauty.
To the eyes of a miser a guinea is far more beautiful than the sun, and a bag worn with the use of money has more beautiful proportions that a vine filled with grapes.
A truth that’s told with bad intent Beats all the lies you can invent.
Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles.
Art is the tree of life. Science is the tree of death. God is Jesus.
His whole life is an epigram smart, smooth and neatly penned, Plaited quite neat to catch applause, with a hang noose at the end.
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps of skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare sieze the fire? And what shoulder, and what art, Could twist the sinews […]
