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Mercy, Pity, Peace Is the world's release.
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O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe; And all the daughters of the year shall dance! Sing now the lusty song of fruit and flowers.
William Blake
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Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish.
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Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrow's share?
William Blake -
Painters are noted for being dissipated and wild.
William Blake -
Struggling in my father's hands, Striving against my swaddling bands, Bound and weary, I thought best To sulk upon my mother's breast.
William Blake -
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 -
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!
William Blake
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Why cannot the ear be closed to its own destruction? Or the glistening eye to the poison of a smile?
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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.
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She who dwells with me whom I have loved with such communion, that no place on earth can ever be solitude to me.
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As a man is, so he sees. As the eye is formed, such are its powers.
William Blake -
Knowledge of ideal beauty is not to be acquired. It is born with us. Innate ideas are in every man, born with him; theyare truly himself.
William Blake -
If you have form'd a circle to go into, Go into it yourself, and see how you would do. They said this mystery never shall cease: The priest promotes war, and the soldier peace.
William Blake
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To the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.
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He who shall hurt the little wren Shall never be beloved by men.
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The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
William Blake -
The difference between a bad artist and a good one is: the bad artist seems to copy a great deal; the good one really does.
William Blake -
Nature in darkness groans and men are bound to sullen contemplation in the night: restless they turn on beds of sorrow; in their inmost brain feeling the crushing wheels, they rise, they write the bitter words of stern philosophy and knead the bread of knowledge with tears and groans.
William Blake -
Art is the tree of life. Science is the tree of death.
William Blake