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O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou build thy dark, Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs, Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.
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Every thing possible to be believ'd is an image of truth.
William Blake
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The little ones leaped, and shouted, and laugh'd And all the hills echoed.
William Blake -
To create a little flower is the labour of ages.
William Blake -
If you, who are organised by Divine Providence for spiritual communion, refuse, and bury your talent in the earth, even though you should want natural bread, sorrow and desperation pursue you through life, and after death shame and confusion of face to eternity.
William Blake -
Man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.
William Blake -
Everything is beautiful in its own way. Exuberance is beauty.
William Blake -
For everything that lives is holy, life delights in life.
William Blake
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On no other ground Can I sow my seed Without tearing up Some stinking weed.
William Blake -
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy.
William Blake -
Thou art a man God is no more Thy own humanity Learn to adore.
William Blake -
If the lion was advised by the fox, he would be cunning.
William Blake -
To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wildflower.
William Blake -
LOVE'S SECRET Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart, Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears. Ah! she did depart! Soon after she was gone from me, A traveller came by, Silently, invisibly: He took her with a sigh.
William Blake
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Every man who is not an artist is a traitor to his own nature.
William Blake -
Energy is the only life, and is from the body; and reason is the bound or outward circumference of energy. Energy is eternal delight.
William Blake -
The pure soul shall mount on native wings, . . . and cut a path into the heaven of glory.
William Blake -
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,Dreaming o'er the joys of night.Sleep, sleep: in thy sleepLittle sorrows sit and weep.
William Blake -
When the stars threw down their spears, and watered heaven with their tears, did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
William Blake -
If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.
William Blake
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Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
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Where any view of money exists, art cannot be carried on.
William Blake -
Error is created; truth is eternal.
William Blake -
To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour.
William Blake