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Ginsberg, Allen. (1926-1997). American Beat poet and Buddhist born in Newark, New Jersey. Ginsberg attended Columbia University with the intent of becoming a labor lawyer, but soon fell in with a group that included students such as JACK KEROUAC, and nonstudents, such as William Burroughs, with whom he shared common interests, both literary and otherwise. In 1948, he had a transformative vision while reading William Blake in his Harlem apartment. He moved to San Francisco where he joined the burgeoning poetry movement. In October 1955, he read his most famous work, Howl, at the Six Gallery. By his own account, Ginsberg was first introduced to Buddhism in letters he received from Kerouac, in which his friend wrote of suffering as the fundamental fact of existence. He began to read the works of DAISETZ TEITARO SUZUKI, whom he later met in New York in the company of Kerouac. Ginsberg was intimately involved in the various cultural movements of the 1960s, collaborating with Timothy Leary, Bob Dylan, and Ken Kesey, and protesting actively against the Vietnam War. In 1962, he traveled to India with GARY SNYDER, visiting BODHGAYĀ and SĀRNĀTH; he also had an audience with the fourteenth DALAI LAMA, who had arrived from Tibet just three years earlier. After experimenting with various forms of Hindu practice, Ginsberg met the Tibetan lama CHÖGYAM TRUNGPA in 1970, and remained his disciple until Trungpa's death, helping to found the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics at Trungpa's Naropa Institute in Boulder, Colorado; in his last years, Ginsberg became a disciple of another Tibetan lama, Gelek Rinpoche. Buddhist themes figure prominently in much of Ginsberg's poetry.
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romanticism: The term refers to a movement around 1780-1840. Romanticism rejected the philosophy of the enlightenment, and instead turned to the gothic, the notion of carpe diem and above all placed importance on nature and the wilderness. Romantic poets included William Blake, William Wordsworth, John Keats, Percy Bysshe Shelley, and Lord Gordon Byron.
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1:And Eternity in an hour. ~ William Blake, #KEYS
2:Energy is eternal delight. ~ William Blake, #KEYS
3:Some are born to endless night. ~ William Blake, #KEYS
4:Built in Jerusalem's wall. ~ William Blake, "Jerusalem", #KEYS
5:The true method of knowledge is experiment. ~ William Blake, #KEYS
6:What is now proved was once only imagined.
~ William Blake,#KEYS
7:Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps. ~ William Blake, #KEYS
8:Eternity is in love with the productions of time. ~ William Blake, #KEYS
9:Better to shun the bait than struggle in the snare. ~ William Blake, #KEYS
10:I return from flames of fire; tried and pure and white. ~ William Blake, #KEYS
11:and the conflict is eternal between a man's self and God. ~ William Blake, #KEYS
12:The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself. ~ William Blake, #KEYS
13:Do what you will, this world's a fiction and is made up of contradiction ~ William Blake, #KEYS
14:The sun's light when he unfolds it
Depends on the organ that beholds it ~ William Blake,#KEYS
15:Both read the Bible day and night, but thou read black where I read white.
~ William Blake,#KEYS
16:The naked woman's body is a portion of eternity too great for the eye of man. ~ William Blake, #KEYS
17:The hours of folly are measured by the clock; but of wisdom, no clock can measure." ~ William Blake, #KEYS
18:If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. ~ William Blake, #KEYS
19:I must create a system or be enslaved by another man's, I will not reason and compare, my business is to create. ~ William Blake, [T5], #KEYS
20:I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels look like torment and insanity. ~ William Blake, #KEYS
21:He who would do good must do it in Minute Particulars. General Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite and flatterer. ~ William Blake, Jerusalem, #KEYS
22:Man is all Imagination. God is Man and exists in us and we in Him... The Eternal Body of Man is the Imagination, that is, God, Himself
~ William Blake, Laocoon,#KEYS
23: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, To See a World, Auguries of Innocence,#KEYS
24:Jung's vision for [The Red Book] was ... significantly influenced in form, style, content by The Bible, Dante's Divine Comedy, Nietzsche's Thus Spoke Zarathustra, Goethe's Faust, medieval illuminated manuscripts, the illuminated works of William Blake. ~ Mark Winborn, #KEYS
25:As one age falls, another rises, different to mortal sight, but to immortals only the same; for we see the same characters repeated again & again, in animals, vegetables, minerals, and in men; nothing new occurs. Substance can never suffer change nor decay.
~ William Blake,#KEYS
26:Does a firm persuasion that a thing is so, make it so?" And the prophet replied, 'All poets believe that it does. And in ages of imagination, this firm persuasion removed mountains: but many r not capable of a firm persuasion of anything.'" ~ William Blake, (1757- 1827), Wikipedia, #KEYS
27:I looked whence the voice came, and was then ware of a shining shape, with bright wings, who diffused much light. As I looked the shape dilated more and more; he waved his hands; the roof of my study opened; he ascended into heaven; he stood in the sun, and, beckoning to me, moved the universe. An angel of evil could not have done that - it was the archangel Gabriel! ~ John Bunyan, Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, Volume 31, 1875 [William Blake], #KEYS
28:To See a World...
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.
A Robin Redbreast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage.
A dove house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders Hell thro' all its regions.
A Dog starv'd at his Master's Gate
Predicts the ruin of the State.
A Horse misus'd upon the Road
Calls to Heaven for Human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
A fiber from the Brain does tear.
He who shall train the Horse to War
Shall never pass the Polar Bar.
The Beggar's Dog and Widow's Cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.
The Gnat that sings his Summer song
Poison gets from Slander's tongue.
The poison of the Snake and Newt
Is the sweat of Envy's Foot.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the Lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for Joy and Woe;
And when this we rightly know
Thro' the World we safely go.
Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are Born.
Every Morn and every Night
Some are Born to sweet delight.
Some are Born to sweet delight,
Some are Born to Endless Night. ~ William Blake, Auguries of Innocence,#KEYS
*** WISDOM TROVE ***
1:As we are, so we see. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 2:Exuberance is beauty. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 3:Exhuberance is Beauty. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 4:Life delights in life. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 5:Imitation is criticism. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 6:Shame is pride's cloak. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 7:As a man is, so he sees. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 8:Celebrate your existence! ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 9:Energy is eternal delight. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 10:Gratitude is heaven itself. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 11:Joy and woe are woven fine. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 12:You become what you behold. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 13:Knowledge is Life with wings ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 14:One thought fills immensity. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 15:Energy is an eternal delight. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 16:Heaven is in a grain of sand. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 17:The eye altering, alters all. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 18:Time is the Mercy of Eternity ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 19:Opposition is true friendship. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 20:Every harlot was a virgin once. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 21:The cut worm forgives the plow. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 22:Gratitude, in itself, is heaven. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 23:To generalize is to be an idiot. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 24:Art degraded, Imagination denied. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 25:If a thing loves, it is infinite. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 26:A dead body revenges not injuries. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 27:Mere enthusiasm is the all in all. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 28:Error is created; truth is eternal. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 29:Execution is the chariot of genius. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 30:None but blockheads copy each other. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 31:The busy bee has no time for sorrow. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 32:Dip him in the river who loves water. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 33:I see through my eyes, not with them. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 34:Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 35:Where there is money there is no art. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 36:Every mortal loss is an immortal gain. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 37:Expect poison from the standing water. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 38:One law for lion and ox is oppression. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 39:God is the poetic genius in each of us. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 40:Hold infinity in the palm of your hand. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 41:Nature has no outline. Imagination has. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 42:Poetry fettered fetters the human race. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 43:The eye sees more than the heart knows. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 44:The fox condemns the trap, not himself. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 45:The sound is forced, the notes are few! ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 46:What has reasoning to do with painting? ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 47:Active Evil is better than Passive Good. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 48:He who wants, but doesn't act, is a pest. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 49:One Law for the Lion and Ox is Oppression ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 50:The mocker of Art is the mocker of Jesus. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 51:The weak in courage is strong in cunning. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 52:What is now proved was once only imagin'd ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 53:Mercy, Pity, Peace Is the world's release. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 54:More! More! is the cry of a mistaken soul. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 55:The lust of the goat is the bounty of God. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 56:The nakedness of woman is the work of God. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 57:What is now proved was once only imagined. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 58:What is now proved was only once imagined. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 59:Where cheating is, there's mischief there. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 60:Your chimneys I sweep and in soot I sleep. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 61:Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty ! ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 62:The true method of knowledge is experiment. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 63:The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 64:Travelers repose and dream among my leaves. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 65:Without contraries there is no progression. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 66:Work up imagination to the state of vision. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 67:Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 68:Excess of sorrow laughs, excess of joy weeps. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 69:The cistern contains: The fountain overflows. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 70:The pride of the peacock is the glory of God. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 71:The ruins of time build mansions in eternity. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 72:They who forgive most shall be most forgiven. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 73:Every year we are growing by leaps and bounds. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 74:Death is terrible, tho' borne on angels' wings! ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 75:Each man is haunted until his humanity awakens. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 76:Everything to be imagined is an image of truth. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 77:To create a little flower is the labor of ages. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 78:What has reason to do with the art of painting? ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 79:God only acts and is, in existing beings or men. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 80:He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 81:He who sees the Infinite in all things sees God. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 82:If others had not been foolish, we should be so. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 83:Mercy, pity, and peace, Are the world's release. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 84:The soul of sweet delight, can never be defiled. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 85:The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 86:To create a little flower is the labour of ages. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 87:We are here to learn to endure the beams of love ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 88:Eternity is in love with the productions of time. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 89:I am in you and you in me, mutual in divine love. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 90:Painters are noted for being dissipated and wild. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 91:The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 92:When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 93:Great things are done when men and mountains meet. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 94:The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 95:The most sublime act is to set another before you. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 96:The world of imagination is the world of eternity. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 97:A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 98:All wholesome food is caught without a net or trap. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 99:Art can never exist without naked beauty displayed. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 100:Better to shun the bait than struggle in the snare. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 101:For all eternity, I forgive you and you forgive me. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 102:He who desires but does not act, breeds pestilence. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 103:He who has suffered you to impose on him knows you. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 104:Make your own rules or be a slave to another man's. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 105:Praises reap not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not! ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 106:Can I see another's woe, / And not be in sorrow too? ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 107:Drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 108:Every tear from every eyeBecomes a babe in eternity. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 109:Listen to the fool's reproach! It is a kingly title! ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 110:Mechanical excellence is the only vehicle of genius. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 111:The fool who persists in his folly will become wise. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 112:The voice of honest indignation is the voice of God. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 113:All wholesome food is caught without a net or a trap. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 114:Am not IA fly like thee?Or art not thouA man like me? ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 115:Silent as despairing love, and strong as jealousy... ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 116:The Old and New Testaments are the Great Code of Art. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 117:When Sir Joshua Reynolds died All Nature was degraded ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 118:A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 119:Art is the tree of life. Science is the tree of death. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 120:Christianity is art and not money. Money is its curse. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 121:Does a firm persuasion that a thing is so, make it so? ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 122:First thought is best in Art, second in other matters. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 123:In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 124:May God us keep From Single vision and Newton's sleep. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 125:No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 126:To cast aside from Poetry, all that is not Inspiration ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 127:Every tear from every eye / Becomes a babe in Eternity. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 128:Everything that lives, lives not alone, nor for itself. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 129:The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 130:The glory of Christianity is to conquer by forgiveness. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 131:Bring out number weight and measure in a year of dearth. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 132:He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 133:If the lion was advised by the fox, he would be cunning. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 134:I must create a system, or be enslav'd by another man's. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 135:Ages are All Equal. / But Genius is Always Above The Age. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 136:Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrow's share? ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 137:Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 138:Every thing possible to be believ'd is an image of truth. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 139:Every thing possible to be believed is an image of truth. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 140:For everything that lives is holy, life delights in life. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 141:He who has few things to desire cannot have many to fear. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 142:It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 143:Jesus & his apostles & disciples were all artists ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 144:Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 145:Prudence is a rich, ugly, old maid courted by incapacity. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 146:The rat, the mouse, the fox, the rabbet; watch the roots. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 147:There is a place where Contrarieties are equally True... ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 148:Where any view of money exists, art cannot be carried on. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 149:Innocence dwells with Wisdom, but never with ignorance... ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 150:It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 151:Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 152:A tyrant is the worst disease, and the cause of all others. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 153:Every wolf's and lion's howl Raises from Hell a human soul. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 154:Forgiveness of enemies can only come upon their repentance. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 155:He who would see the Divinity must see him in his Children. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 156:How can a bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 157:Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 158:General knowledges are those knowledges that idiots possess. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 159:If Christianity was morality, Socrates would be the Saviour. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 160:If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 161:The fox provides for himself, but God provides for the lion. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 162:The merchants are rich enough; Can they not help themselves? ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 163:There is no mistake so great as the mistake of not going on. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 164:thus men forgot that all deities reside in the human breast. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 165:To be an Error and to be Cast out is a part of God's Design. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 166:We are led to believe a lie When we see not through the eye. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 167:Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell There God is dwelling too. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 168:Enlightenment means taking full responsibility for your life. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 169:Everything is beautiful in its own way. Exuberance is beauty. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 170:Humility is only doubt, / And does the sun and moon blot out. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 171:I'm sure this Jesus will not do Either for Englishman or Jew. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 172:It is the greatest of crimes to depress true art and science. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 173:Mercy is the golden chain by which society is bound together. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 174:One Power alone makes a Poet: Imagination. The Divine Vision. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 175:The Fool shall not enter into Heaven let him be ever so Holy. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 176:The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 177:Thou art a man God is no more Thy own humanity Learn to adore ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 178:To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love / All pray in their distress. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 179:Where mercy, love, and pity dwell, there God is dwelling too. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 180:Every man who is not an artist is a traitor to his own nature. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 181:He who makes his law a curse, by his own law shall surely die. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 182:If the Sun and Moon should doubt, / They'd immediately go out. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 183:see the world in a grain of sand ... And eternity in an hour. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 184:Tools were made and born were hands, Every farmer understands. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 185:A skylark wounded in the wing, / A cherubim does cease to sing. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 186:God and His Priest and King,... make up a heaven of our misery. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 187:Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 188:The Whole Business of Man is The Arts, & All Things Common. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 189:To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wildflower. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 190:Wandering in many a coral grove, / Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry! ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 191:You never know what is enough unless you know more than enough. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 192:General good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite, flatterer. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 193:He who shall hurt the little wren Shall never be beloved by men. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 194:I can look at the knot in a piece of wood until it frightens me. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 195:Mutual forgiveness of each vice. Such are the Gates of Paradise. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 196:Naught can deform the human race Like to the armor's iron brace. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 197:Nothing is real beyond imaginative patterns men make of reality. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 198:The strongest poison ever known came from Caesar's laurel crown. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 199:He who kisses joy as it flies by will live in eternity's sunrise. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 200:He who would do good to another must do it in minute particulars. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 201:If the Sun and Moon should ever doubt, they'd immediately go out. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 202:I myself do nothing. The Holy Spirit accomplishes all through me. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 203:Let man wear the fell of the lion, woman the fleece of the sheep. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 204:The caterpillar on the leaf / Repeats to thee thy mother's grief. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 205:The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 206:A dog starved at his master's gate Predicts the ruin of the state. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 207:Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 208:Christ's crucifix shall be made an excuse for executing criminals. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 209:I am going to that country which I have all my life wished to see. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 210:Love seeketh not itself to please, but for another gives its ease. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 211:As a man is, so he sees. As the eye is formed, such are its powers. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 212:I have conversed with the spiritual Sun. I saw him on Primrose Hill ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 213:Sooner strangle an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 214:Truth can never be told so as to be understood and not be believed. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 215:Father, O father! what do we here In this land of unbelief and fear? ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 216:If you would help another man, you must do so in minute particulars. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 217:I see the Past, Present & Future existing all at once Before me. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 218:My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 219:The stars are threshed, and the souls are threshed from their husks. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 220:To the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 221:Wisdom is sold in a desolate marketplace where none can come to buy. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 222:You throw the sand against the windAnd the wind blows it back again. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 223:He who replies to words of doubt doth put the light of knowledge out. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 224:I am under the direction of messengers from Heaven daily and nightly. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 225:I cry, Love! Love! Love! happy happy Love! free as the mountain wind! ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 226:Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the Last Judgement draweth nigh. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 227:You never know what is enough until you know what is more than enough ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 228:You throw the sand against the wind and the wind blows it back again. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 229:A truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 230:He who doubts from what he seesWill ne'er believe, do what you please. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 231:The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 232:God forbid that Truth should be confined to Mathematical Demonstration! ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 233:Gratitude is heaven itself; there could be no heaven without gratitude. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 234:He who doubts from what he sees Will ne'er believe, do what you please. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 235:I do not like the man's face. He looks as if he will live to be hanged. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 236:I will not cease from mental fight Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 237:My Brother starv'd between two Walls,His Children's Cry my Soul appalls ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 238:You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 239:See what it is to play unfair!Where cheating is, there's mischief there. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 240:The Goddess Fortune is the devil's servant, ready to kiss any one's ass. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 241:The Woman that does not love your Frowns Will never embrace your smiles. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 242:Do what you will, this world's a fiction and is made up of contradiction. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 243:Each man must create his own system or else he is a slave to another mans ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 244:Enthusiastic Admiration is the first Principle of Knowledge and its last. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 245:The child's toys and the old man's reasons are the fruits of two seasons. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 246:The crow wished everything was black, the Owl, that everything was white. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 247:The little ones leaped, and shouted, and laugh'd And all the hills echoed ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 248:Both read the Bible day and night, but thou read black where I read white. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 249:How sweet I roamed from field to field, and tasted all the summer's pride. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 250:The crow wished everything was black, the owl, that every thing was white. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 251:Harmony of colouring is destructive of art? it is like the smile of a fool. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 252:He who shall teach the child to doubtThe rotting grave shall ne'er get out. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 253:Nothing can be more contemptible than to suppose Public Records to be true. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 254:On no other ground Can I sow my seed Without tearing up Some stinking weed. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 255:Prisons are built with stones of Law. Brothels with the bricks of religion. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 256:The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 257:The lamb misused breeds public strife And yet forgives the butcher's knife. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 258:The man who never in his mind and thoughts travel'd to heaven is no artist. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 259:When nations grow old the Arts grow cold And commerce settles on every tree ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 260:When thou seest an eagle, thou seest a portion of genius; lift up thy head! ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 261:The Child's Toys and the Old Man's ReasonsAre the Fruits of the Two seasons. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 262:The naked women's body is a portion of eternity too great for the eye of man. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 263:As the air to a bird or the sea to a fish, so is contempt to the contemptible. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 264:He who shall teach the child to doubt / The rotting grave shall ne'er get out. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 265:The Errors of a Wise Man make your Rule Rather than the Perfections of a Fool. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 266:Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 267:Great Men & Fools do often me InspireBut the Greater Fool the Greater Liar. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 268:And because I am happy and dance and sing,They think they have done me no injury. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 269:Mere enthusiasm is the all in all... / Passion and expression are beauty itself. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 270:The harlot's cry from street to street / Shall weave old England's winding-sheet. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 271:To Chloe's breast young Cupid slily stole, But he crept in at Myra's pocket-hole. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 272:And we are put on earth a little spaceThat we may learn to bear the beams of love. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 273:Energy is an eternal delight, and he who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 274:He who loves his enemies betrays his friends; this surely is not what Jesus meant. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 275:Mysteries are not to be solved. They eye goes blind when it only wants to see why. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 276:The hours of folly are measured by the clock; but of wisdom, no clock can measure. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 277:why was I born with a different face? Why was I not born like the rest of my race? ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 278:The Desire of Man being Infinite, the possession is Infinite, and himself Infinite. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 279:The ignorant Insults of Individuals will not hinder me from doing my duty to my Art ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 280:Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache: do be my enemy for friendship's sake. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 281:Every Mortal loss is an Immortal Gain. The Ruins of Time build Mansions in Eternity. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 282:If you have formed a circle to go into,Go into it yourself and see how you would do. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 283:I love hanging and drawing and quartering Every bit as well as war and slaughtering. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 284:Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache; do be my enemy - for friendship's sake ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 285:If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear as it is - infinite ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 286:Man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 287:What is the Divine Spirit? Is the Holy Ghost any other than an Intellectual fountain? ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 288:Forgive what you do not approve & love me for this energetic exertion of my talent ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 289:Come live, and be merry, and join with me, To sing the sweet chorus of & 290:Mans desires are limited by his perceptions; none can desire what he has not perceived. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 291:O! why was I born with a different face? / Why was I not born like the rest of my race? ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 292:They solved the problem of coexistence through the use of individual stereo headphones. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 293:Those who restrain their desires, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 294:Man's Desires are limited by his Perceptions; none can desire what he has not perceived. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 295:All the destruction in Christian Europe has arisen from deism, which is natural religion. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 296:And we are put on this earth a little space that we might learn to bear the beams of love ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 297:The head Sublime, the heart Pathos, the genitals Beauty, the hands & feet Proportion. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 298:The pure soul shall mount on native wings, . . . and cut a path into the heaven of glory. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 299:We are not meant to resolve all contradictions but to live with them and rise above them. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 300:Piping down the valleys wild, / Piping songs of pleasant glee, / On a cloud I saw a child. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 301:Swedenborg is the Angel sitting at the tomb: his writings are the linen clothes folded up. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 302:If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 303:There can be no Good Will. Will is always Evil; it is persecution to others or selfishness. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 304:When the doors of perception are cleansed, man will see things as they truly are, infinite. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 305:Where others see but the dawn coming over the hill, I see the soul of God shouting for joy. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 306:If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as if it is, infinite ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 307:I heard an Angel singingWhen the day was springing,"Mercy, Pity, PeaceIs the world's release. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 308:I sometimes try to be miserable that I may do more work, but find it is a foolish experiment. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 309:Pride is a personal commitment. It is an attitude which separates excellence from mediocrity. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 310:You've always had the power right there in your shoes, you just had to learn it for yourself. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 311:Great things are done when men and mountains meet. This is not done by jostling in the street. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 312:The essentials to happiness are something to love, something to do, and something to hope for. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 313:The man who never alters his opinions is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 314:The moon, like a flowerIn heaven's high bower,With silent delightSits and smiles on the night. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 315:Improvement makes straight roads; but the crooked roads without improvement are roads of genius ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 316:Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 317:The Man who pretends to be a modest enquirer into the truth of a self-evident thing is a Knave. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 318:Those who control their passions do so because their passions are weak enough to be controlled. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 319:Without Unceasing Practice nothing can be done. Practice is Art. If you leave off you are lost. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 320:A musician, an artist, an architect: the man or woman who is not one of these is not a Christian. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 321:Dear Mother, dear Mother, the Church is cold, But the Ale-house is healthy and pleasant and warm. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 322:I heard an Angel singing; When the day was springing, Mercy, Pity, Peace; Is the world's release. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 323:Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 324:The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 325:When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 326:He who pretends to be either painter or engraver without being a master of drawing is an imposter. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 327:They suppose that Woman's Love is Sin; in consequence all the Loves & Graces with them are Sin. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 328:When a man has married a wife, he finds out whether / Her knees and elbows are only glued together. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 329:Why stand we here trembling around, calling on God for help, and not ourselves, in whom God dwells? ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 330:For the Eye altering alters all;The Senses roll themselves in fearAnd the flat Earth becomes a Ball. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 331:Grown old in love from seven till seven times seven,I oft have wished for Hell for ease from Heaven. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 332:Why cannot the ear be closed to its own destruction? Or the glistening eye to the poison of a smile? ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 333:For the Eye altering alters all; The Senses roll themselves in fear And the flat Earth becomes a Ball. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 334:Reason, or the ratio of all we have already known, is not the same that it shall be when we know more. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 335:Such, such were the joys When we all, girls and boys, In our youth time were seen On the Echoing Green. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 336:& 337:And is he honest who resists his genius or conscience only for the sake of present ease or gratification ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 338:Some will say,Is not God alone the Prolific? I answer,God only Acts & Is, in existing beings or Men. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 339:Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy? Why a little curtain of flesh on the bed of our desire? ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 340:For Mercy has a human heart; Pity, a human face; Love, the human form divine; and Peace, the human dress. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 341:Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody poor. Mercy no more could be, If all were happy as we. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 342:Some will say, Is not God alone the Prolific? I answer, God only Acts & Is, in existing beings or Men. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 343:The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion the horse, how he shall take his prey. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 344:Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief? ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 345:The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 346:The selfish smiling fool, and the sullen frowning fool, shall be both thought wise, that they may be a rod. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 347:Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow, too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief? ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 348:For Mercy has a human heart Pity, a human face: And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 349:Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 350:Never seek to tell thy love; Love that never told can be. For the gentle wind does move silently.. invisibly. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 351:A good local pub has much in common with a church, except that a pub is warmer, and there's more conversation. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 352:And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every Child may joy to hear. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 353:Hindsight is a wonderful thing but foresight is better, especially when it comes to saving life, or some pain! ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 354:The look of love alarms Because 'tis filled with fire; But the look of soft deceit Shall sin the lover's hire. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 355:I must create a system or be enslaved by another mans; I will not reason and compare: my business is to create. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 356:In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 357:The person who does not believe in miracles surely makes it certain that he or she will never take part in one. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 358:Cruelty has a human heart, And jealousy a human face Terror, the human form divine, And secrecy, the human dress ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 359:For everything exists and not one sigh nor smile nor tear, one hair nor particle of dust, not one can pass away. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 360:I feel that a Man may be happy in This World. And I know that This World Is a World of Imagination & Vision. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 361:She who dwells with me whom I have loved with such communion, that no place on earth can ever be solitude to me. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 362:Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,Dreaming in the joys of night;Sleep, sleep; in thy sleepLittle sorrows sit and weep. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 363:Works of Art can only be produc'd in Perfection where the Man is either in Affluence or is Above the Care of it. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 364:Earth, O Earth, return! Arise from out the dewy grass; Night is worn; And the morn Rises from the slumbrous mass. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 365: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, @wisdomtrove 366:Then every man of every clime,That prays in his distress,Prays to the human form divine,Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 367:How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way, Is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses five? ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 368:Never seek to tell thy love, / Love that never told can be; / For the gentle wind does move / Silently, invisibly. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 369:Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,Dreaming o'er the joys of night.Sleep, sleep: in thy sleepLittle sorrows sit and weep. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 370:To my eye Rubens' colouring is most contemptible. His shadows are a filthy brown somewhat the colour of excrement. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 371:As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 372:Embraces are comminglings from the head even to the feet, And not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 373:I must Create a System, or be enslaved by another Man's; / I will not Reason and Compare; my business is to Create. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 374:Pity would be no more / If we did not make somebody poor; / And Mercy no more could be/ If all were as happy as we. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 375:Sleep, sleep, beauty bright, Dreaming in the joys of night; Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep Little sorrows sit and weep. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 376:The generations of men run on in the tide of time, but leave their destined lineaments permanent for ever and ever. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 377:There certainly are moments in history when poets and painters connect so closely as to be one and the same person, ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 378:Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean, / The children walking two and two, in red and blue and green. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 379:Without minute neatness of execution, the sublime cannot exist! Grandeur of ideas is founded on precision of ideas. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 380:And I made a rural pen, / And I stained the water clear, / And I wrote my happy songs / Every child may joy to hear. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 381:Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silken twine. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 382:What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 383:He's a Blockhead who wants a proof of what heCan't PerceiveAnd he's a Fool who tries to make such aBlockhead believe. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 384:In every cry of every man,In every infant's cry of fear,In every voice, in every ban,The mind-forged manacles I hear. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 385:There is a smile of love,And there is a smile of deceit,And there is a smile of smilesIn which these two smiles meet. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 386:Think not thou canst sigh a sigh And thy maker is not by; Think not thou canst weep a tear And thy maker is not near. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 387:To Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 388:Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 389:When I saw that rage was vainAnd to sulk would nothing gain,Turning many a trick and wileI began to soothe and smile. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 390:Children of the future AgeReading this indignant page,Know that in a former timeLove! sweet Love! was thought a crime. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 391:I was in a Printing-house in Hell, and saw the method in which knowledge is transmitted from generation to generation. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 392:Poetry, Painting & Music, the three Powers in man of conversing with Paradise, which the flood did not sweep away. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 393:Time is the mercy of Eternity; without Time's swiftness Which is the swiftest of all things, all were eternal torment. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 394:And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 395:Children of the future age Reading this indignant page Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 396:It is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity:Thus could I sing and thus rejoice: but it is not so with me. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 397:But when he has done this, let him not say that he knows better than his master, for he only holds a candle in sunshine. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 398:He's a Blockhead who wants a proof of what he Can't Percieve And he's a Fool who tries to make such a Blockhead believe. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 399:In every cry of every man, In every infant's cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 400:There is a smile of love, And there is a smile of deceit, And there is a smile of smiles In which these two smiles meet. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 401: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. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 402:The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs,Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 403:[L]et light Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring The honey’d dew that cometh on waking day. O radiant morning... ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 404:For where'er the sun does shine, And where'er the rain does fall, Babe can never hunger there, Nor poverty the mind appall. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 405: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, @wisdomtrove 406:Tiger! Tiger! burning bright / In the forests of the night, / What immortal hand or eye / Could frame thy fearful symmetry? ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 407:Abstinence sows sand all over The ruddy limbs and flaming hair, But desire gratified Plants fruits of life and beauty there. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 408:A man's worst enemies are thoseOf his own house and family;And he who makes his law a curse,By his own law shall surely die. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 409:Demonstration, similitude & harmony are objects of reasoning. Invention, identity & melody are objects of intuition. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 410:The road to excess leads to the palace of wisdom... for we never know what is enough until we know what is more than enough. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 411:And Father, how can I love youOr any of my brothers more?I love you like the little birdThat picks up crumbs around the door. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 412: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! ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 413:The road to excess leads to the palace of wisdom... for we never know what is enough until we know what is more than enough. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 414:To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower Hold infinity in the palms of your hand and eternity in an hour. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 415:When Sir Joshua Reynolds died All Nature was degraded; The King dropped a tear in the Queen's ear, And all his pictures faded. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 416:Fun I love, but too much fun is of all things the most loathsome. Mirth is better than fun, and happiness is better than mirth. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 417:He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 418: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. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 419:His whole life is an epigram smart, smooth and neatly penned, Plaited quite neat to catch applause, with a hang noose at the end ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 420:I give you the end of a golden string, Only wind it into a ball, It will lead you in at Heaven's gate Built in Jerusalem's wall. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 421:Invention depends altogether upon execution or organization; as that is right or wrong so is the invention perfect or imperfect. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 422: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, @wisdomtrove 423:When I tell any truth it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it, but for the sake of defending those who do. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 424:Does the Eagle know what is in the pit Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod, Or Love in a golden bowl? ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 425:If you cannot imagine with the mind's eye much more than you can see with the mortal eye, you have a very poor imagination indeed. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 426: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, @wisdomtrove 427:When I tell the truth, it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it, but for the sake of defending those that do. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 428:And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from & 429:Father! father! where are you going? / O do not walk so fast. / Speak, father, speak to your little boy, / Or else I shall be lost. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 430:white-robed Angel, guide my timorous hand to write as on a lofty rock with iron pen the words of truth, that all who pass may read. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 431:Without contraries is no progression. Attraction and repulsion, reason and energy, love and hate, are necessary to human existence. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 432:He who would do good to another must do it in Minute Particulars: General Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite and flatterer ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 433:When Sir Joshua Reynolds died / All Nature was degraded; / The King dropped a tear in the Queen's ear, / And all his pictures faded. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 434: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, @wisdomtrove 435:All futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 436:England! awake! awake! awake! Jerusalem thy sister calls! Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death And close her from thy ancient walls? ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 437:God appears, and God is Light,To those poor souls who dwell in Night,But does a human form displayTo those who dwell in realms of day. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 438: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, @wisdomtrove 439:You smile with pomp and rigor, you talk of benevolence and virtue; I act with benevolence and virtue and get murdered time after time. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 440:Does the Eagle know what is in the pit / Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? / Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod, / Or Love in a golden bowl? ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 441:I give you the end of a golden string; / Only wind it into a ball, / It will lead you in at Heaven's gate, / Built in Jerusalem's wall. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 442:Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 443:Love seeketh only self to please, To bind another to its delight, Joys in another's loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 444:The Bat that flits at close of EveHas left the Brain that won't believe.The Owl that calls upon the NightSpeaks the Unbeliever's fright. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 445:The world of imagination is the world of eternity. It is the divine bosom into which we shall all go after death of the vegetative body. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 446:And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen? ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 447:God appears, and God is Light, to those poor souls who dwell in Night; but does a Human Form display to those who dwell in realms of Day. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 448:God, protect me from my friends, that they have not power over me. Thou hast giv'n me power to protect myself from thy bitterest enemies. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 449: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, @wisdomtrove 450:The grave is Heaven's golden gate, And rich and poor around it wait; O Shepherdess of England's fold, Behold this gate of pearl and gold! ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 451:Every Night and every MornSome to Misery are born.Every Morn and every NightSome are born to Sweet Delight,Some are born to Endless Night. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 452:The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees... ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 453:To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 454:I have mental joys and mental health,Mental friends and mental wealth,I've a wife that I love and that loves me;I've all but riches bodily. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 455:Men are admitted into heaven not because they have curbed or governed their passions, but because they have cultivate their understandings. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 456:The Bat that flits at close of Eve Has left the Brain that won't believe. The Owl that calls upon the Night Speaks the Unbeliever's fright. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 457:The hand of Vengeance found the Bed To which the Purple Tyrant fled The iron hand crush'd the tyrant's head And became Tyrant in his stead. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 458: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, @wisdomtrove 459:I looked for my soul but my soul I could not see. I looked for my God but my God eluded me. I looked for a friend and then I found all three. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 460:Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born. Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight, Some are born to Endless Night. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 461:How sweet I roamed 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, @wisdomtrove 462:I have mental joys and mental health, Mental friends and mental wealth, I've a wife that I love and that loves me; I've all but riches bodily. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 463:What is it men in women do require? The lineaments of Gratified Desire.What is it women do in men require? The lineaments of Gratified Desire. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 464: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, @wisdomtrove 465:Hear the voice of the Bard! / Who present, past, and future sees; / Whose ears have heard/ The Holy Word / That walked among the ancient trees. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 466:This life's dim windows of the soulDistorts the heavens from pole to poleAnd leads you to believe a lieWhen you see with, not through, the eye. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 467:To generalize is to be an idiot. To particularize is the alone distinction of merit. General knowledge are those knowledge that idiots possess. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 468:What is it men in women do require: The lineaments of gratified desire. What is it women do in men require: The lineaments of gratified desire. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 469:But to go to school in a summer morn, Oh, it drives all joy away! Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day in sighing and dismay ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 470:But to go to school in a summer morn, O! It drives all joy away; Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day In sighing and dismay. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 471:I care not whether a man is good or evil; all that I care / Is whether he is a wise man or a fool. Go! put off holiness, / And put on intellect. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 472:The Angel that presided o'er my birth Said, & 473: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, @wisdomtrove 474:This life's dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When you see with, not through, the eye. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 475:And now the time returns again: / Our souls exult, and London's towers / Receive the Lamb of God to dwell / In England's green and pleasant bowers. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 476:But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlots curse Blasts the new-born Infants tear And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 477:Since the French Revolution Englishmen are all intermeasurable one by another, certainly a happy state of agreement to which I forone do not agree. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 478:That the Jews assumed a right exclusively to the benefits of God will be a lasting witness against them and the same will it be against Christians. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 479: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, @wisdomtrove 480:Man has no Body distinct from his Soul; for that called Body is a portion of Soul discerned by the five Senses, the chief inlets of Soul in this age. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 481:When the voices of children are heard on the greenAnd laughing is heard on the hill,My heart is at rest within my breastAnd everything else is still. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 482:Pay attention to minute particulars. Take care of the little ones. Generalization and abstraction are the plea of the hypocrite, scoundrel, and knave. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 483:Man was made for joy and woe Then when this we rightly know Through the world we safely go. Joy and woe are woven fine A clothing for the soul to bind. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 484:To some people a tree is something so incredibly beautiful that it brings tears to the eyes. To others it is just a green thing that stands in the way. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 485:Let men do their duty and the women will be such wonders; the female lives from the light of the male: see a male's female dependants, you know the man. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 486:Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 487:For he hears the lambs innocent call.And he hears the ewes tender reply.He is watchful while they are in peace.For they know when their Shepherd is nigh. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 488:Although wine when it is read somewhat lacks the savour of wine when it is drunk, wine remains a very pleasant thing both to read about and to chat about. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 489:God keep me from the divinity of Yes and Nothe Yea Nay Creeping Jesus, from supposing Up and Down to be the same thing as allexperimentalists must suppose. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 490:How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring? ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 491:It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God only. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 492:The countless gold of a merry heart,The rubies and pearls of a loving eye,The indolent never can bring to the mart,Nor the secret hoard up in his treasury. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 493:The fields from Islington to Marybone, To Primrose Hill and Saint John's Wood, Were builded over with pillars of gold; And there Jerusalem's pillars stood. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 494:Colouring does not depend on where the colours are put, but on where the lights and darks are put, and all depends on form and outline, on where that is put. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 495:The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity, too great for the eye of man. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 496:The countless gold of a merry heart, The rubies and pearls of a loving eye, The indolent never can bring to the mart, Nor the secret hoard up in his treasury. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 497:Auguries of innocence "The emmet's inch and eagle's mile Make lame philosophy to smile. He who doubts from what he sees Will ne'er believe, do what you please. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 498:He who does not imagine in stronger and better lineaments, and in stronger and better light than his perishing and mortal eye can see, does not imagine at all. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 499:I thought Love lived in the hot sunshine,But O, he lives in the moony light!I thought to find Love in the heat of day,But sweet Love is the comforter of night. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove 500:Let every Christian, as much as in him lies, engage himself openly and publicly, before all the World, in some mental pursuit for the Building up of Jerusalem. ~ william-blake, @wisdomtrove *** NEWFULLDB 2.4M ***
1:I live by Miracle. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
2:On no other ground ~ William Blake, #NFDB
3:Mercy, Pity, Peace ~ William Blake, #NFDB
4:As we are, so we see. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
5:Exuberance is beauty. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
6:Life delights in life. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
7:Shame is Prides cloke. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
8:Imitation is criticism. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
9:Shame is pride's cloak. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
10:The atoms of Democritus ~ William Blake, #NFDB
11:The look of love alarms ~ William Blake, #NFDB
12:As a man is, so he sees. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
13:Like a fiend in a cloud, ~ William Blake, #NFDB
14:Such, such were the joys ~ William Blake, #NFDB
15:Can I see a falling tear, ~ William Blake, #NFDB
16:Celebrate your existence! ~ William Blake, #NFDB
17:We become what we behold. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
18:Bring me an axe and spade, ~ William Blake, #NFDB
19:Energy is eternal delight. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
20:In every cry of every man, ~ William Blake, #NFDB
21:Gratitude is heaven itself. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
22:Joy and woe are woven fine, ~ William Blake, #NFDB
23:Joy and woe are woven fine. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
24:You become what you behold. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
25:Damn braces...bless relaxes. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
26:Every wolf's and lion's howl ~ William Blake, #NFDB
27:Fear & Hope are — Vision ~ William Blake, #NFDB
28:Knowledge is Life with wings ~ William Blake, #NFDB
29:One thought fills immensity. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
30:Energy is an eternal delight. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
31:Heaven is in a grain of sand. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
32:Lives in eternity's sun rise. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
33:The eye altering, alters all. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
34:Time is the Mercy of Eternity ~ William Blake, #NFDB
35:When Sir Joshua Reynolds died ~ William Blake, #NFDB
36:Every harlot was a virgin once ~ William Blake, #NFDB
37:Opposition is true Friendship. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
38:Opposition is true friendship. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
39:The cut worm forgives the plow ~ William Blake, #NFDB
40:Vision is the end of religion. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
41:Every harlot was a virgin once. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
42:He who doubts from what he sees ~ William Blake, #NFDB
43:The cut worm forgives the plow. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
44:For the Eye altering alters all; ~ William Blake, #NFDB
45:For where'er the sun does shine, ~ William Blake, #NFDB
46:Gratitude, in itself, is heaven. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
47:Struggling in my father's hands, ~ William Blake, #NFDB
48:Think not thou canst sigh a sigh ~ William Blake, #NFDB
49:To generalize is to be an idiot. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
50:Art degraded, Imagination denied. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
51:Father, O father! what do we here ~ William Blake, #NFDB
52:If a thing loves, it is infinite. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
53:To see a world in a grain of sand ~ William Blake, #NFDB
54:A dead body revenges not injuries. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
55:A dog starv'd at the master's gate ~ William Blake, #NFDB
56:Mere enthusiasm is the all in all. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
57:Since all the riches of this world ~ William Blake, #NFDB
58:The Bat that flits at close of Eve ~ William Blake, #NFDB
59:The grave is Heaven's golden gate, ~ William Blake, #NFDB
60:Did he who made the lamb make thee? ~ William Blake, #NFDB
61:Error is created; truth is eternal. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
62:Execution is the chariot of genius. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
63:For every thing that lives is Holy. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
64:None but blockheads copy each other. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
65:The busy bee has no time for sorrow. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
66:Dip him in the river who loves water. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
67:I see through my eyes, not with them. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
68:Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
69:Where there is money there is no art. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
70:But most thro' midnight streets I hear ~ William Blake, #NFDB
71:Every mortal loss is an immortal gain. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
72:Expect poison from the standing water. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
73:The fox condemns the trap, not himself ~ William Blake, #NFDB
74:Think in the morning. Act in the noon. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
75:Active evil is better than passive good ~ William Blake, #NFDB
76:A happy fly
If I live
Or if I die ~ William Blake,#NFDB
77:All deities reside in the human breast. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
78:God is the poetic genius in each of us. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
79:Hold infinity in the palm of your hand. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
80:If you have form'd a circle to go into, ~ William Blake, #NFDB
81:Nature has no outline. Imagination has. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
82:Poetry fettered fetters the human race. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
83:The eye sees more than the heart knows. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
84:The fox condemns the trap, not himself. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
85:What has reasoning to do with painting? ~ William Blake, #NFDB
86:William Blake cursed the flesh for a clod, ~ Allen Tate, #NFDB
87:Active Evil is better than Passive Good. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
88:O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down ~ William Blake, #NFDB
89:The Vision of Christ that thou dost see, ~ William Blake, #NFDB
90:He who wants, but doesn't act, is a pest. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
91:I love hanging and drawing and quartering ~ William Blake, #NFDB
92:I thought Love lived in the hot sunshine, ~ William Blake, #NFDB
93:The weak in courage is strong in cunning. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
94:More! More! is the cry of a mistaken soul. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
95:none can desire what he has not perceiv'd. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
96:One law for the lion and ox is oppression. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
97:The lust of the goat is the bounty of God. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
98:The mocker of Art is the mocker of Jesus. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
99:The nakedness of woman is the work of God. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
100:To Chloe's breast young Cupid slily stole, ~ William Blake, #NFDB
101:What is now proved was once only imagined. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
102:Where cheating is, there's mischief there. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
103:Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty ! ~ William Blake, #NFDB
104:The true method of knowledge is experiment. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
105:The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
106:Travelers repose and dream among my leaves. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
107:Without contraries there is no progression. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
108:Work up imagination to the state of vision. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
109:The true method of knowledge is experiment. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
110:Energy is eternal delight.” —William Blake ~ Brendon Burchard, #NFDB
111:Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
112:Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
113:Than you'll see the world as it is : infinte. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
114:The cistern contains: The fountain overflows. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
115:The cistern contains: the fountain overflows. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
116:The pride of the peacock is the glory of God. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
117:The ruins of time build mansions in eternity. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
118:They who forgive most shall be most forgiven. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
119:What is now proved was once only imagined.
~ William Blake,#NFDB
120:All that we saw was owing to your metaphysics. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
121:Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
122:Lo! now the direful monster, whose skin clings ~ William Blake, #NFDB
123:Death is terrible, tho' borne on angels' wings! ~ William Blake, #NFDB
124:Each man is haunted until his humanity awakens. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
125:Everything to be imagined is an image of truth. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
126:The soul of sweet delight can never be defiled. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
127:To create a little flower is the labor of ages. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
128:What has reason to do with the art of painting? ~ William Blake, #NFDB
129:God only acts and is, in existing beings or men. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
130:He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
131:He who sees the Infinite in all things sees God. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
132:If others had not been foolish, we should be so. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
133:In sighing and dismay. ~ William Blake, The Schoolboy, Stanza 2., #NFDB
134:Mercy, pity, and peace, Are the world's release. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
135:The little ones leaped, and shouted, and laugh'd ~ William Blake, #NFDB
136:The soul of sweet delight, can never be defiled. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
137:The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
138:To create a little flower is the labour of ages. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
139:We are here to learn to endure the beams of love ~ William Blake, #NFDB
140:Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy? ~ William Blake, #NFDB
141:Eternity is in love with the productions of time. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
142:I am in you and you in me, mutual in divine love. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
143:Jesus & his apostles & disciples were all artists ~ William Blake, #NFDB
144:Painters are noted for being dissipated and wild. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
145:The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
146:We are here to learn to endure the beams of love. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
147:Eternity is in love with the productions of time. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
148:Great things are done when men and mountains meet. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
149:In your own bosom you bear your heaven and earth, ~ William Blake, #NFDB
150:Prepare your hearts for Death's cold hand! prepare ~ William Blake, #NFDB
151:Silent as despairing love, and strong as jealousy. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
152:The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
153:The most sublime act is to set another before you. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
154:The world of imagination is the world of eternity. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
155:A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
156:All wholesome food is caught without a net or trap. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
157:Art can never exist without naked beauty displayed. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
158:Better to shun the bait than struggle in the snare. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
159:For all eternity, I forgive you and you forgive me. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
160:He who has suffer'd you to impose on him knows you. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
161:He who has suffered you to impose on him knows you. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
162:Make your own rules or be a slave to another man's. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
163:Praises reap not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not! ~ William Blake, #NFDB
164:Better to shun the bait than struggle in the snare. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
165:Drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
166:Every tear from every eyeBecomes a babe in eternity. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
167:La Eternidad está enamorada de las obras del tiempo. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
168:Listen to the fool's reproach! It is a kingly title! ~ William Blake, #NFDB
169:The fool who persists in his folly will become wise. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
170:There is a Moment in each Day that Satan cannot find ~ William Blake, #NFDB
171:The voice of honest indignation is the voice of God. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
172:Why cannot the ear be closed to its own destruction? ~ William Blake, #NFDB
173:He who will not bend to Love must be subdu'd by Fear. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
174:She was never much more negotiable than William Blake. ~ Rebecca West, #NFDB
175:The Old and New Testaments are the Great Code of Art. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
176:A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
177:Art is the tree of life. Science is the tree of death. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
178:Christianity is art and not money. Money is its curse. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
179:Does a firm persuasion that a thing is so, make it so? ~ William Blake, #NFDB
180:First thought is best in Art, second in other matters. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
181:In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
182:May God us keep From Single vision and Newton's sleep. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
183:No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
184:There is a place where Contrarieties are equally True. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
185:To cast aside from Poetry, all that is not Inspiration ~ William Blake, #NFDB
186:Everything that lives, lives not alone, nor for itself. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
187:Innocence dwells with Wisdom, but never with ignorance. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
188:I will not reason and compare my business is to create. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
189:The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
190:The glory of Christianity is to conquer by forgiveness. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
191:El camino del exceso conduce al palacio de la sabiduría. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
192:Everything possible to be believed is an image of truth. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
193:He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
194:If the lion was advised by the fox, he would be cunning. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
195:I must create a system, or be enslav'd by another man's. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
196:Prudence is a rich, ugly old maid courted by incapacity. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
197:Ages are All Equal. / But Genius is Always Above The Age. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
198:A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
199:Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face; ~ William Blake,#NFDB
200:Every thing possible to be believ'd is an image of truth. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
201:For everything that lives is holy, life delights in life. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
202:He who has few things to desire cannot have many to fear. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
203:It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
204:Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? ~ William Blake, #NFDB
205:Never seek to tell thy love; Love that never told can be. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
206:Prudence is a rich, ugly, old maid courted by incapacity. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
207:Where any view of money exists, art cannot be carried on. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
208:Every object that is loved forms the center of a paradise. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
209:It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
210:Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
211:A tyrant is the worst disease, and the cause of all others. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
212:Eternity is in love with the creations of time. – William Blake ~ Anonymous, #NFDB
213:How can a bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? ~ William Blake, #NFDB
214:If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise ~ William Blake, #NFDB
215:The Whole Business of Man is The Arts, & All Things Common. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
216:Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright in the forests of the night... ~ William Blake, #NFDB
217:A man can't soar too high, when he flies with his own wings. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
218:Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
219:Folly is an endless maze;
Tangled roots perplex her ways; ~ William Blake,#NFDB
220:General knowledges are those knowledges that idiots possess. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
221:If Christianity was morality, Socrates would be the Saviour. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
222:I know that this world is a world of Imagination and Vision. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
223:The fox provides for himself, but God provides for the lion. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
224:There is no mistake so great as the mistake of not going on. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
225:thus men forgot that all deities reside in the human breast. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
226:To be an Error and to be Cast out is a part of God's Design. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
227:We are led to believe a lie When we see not through the eye. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
228:El mejor vino es el más viejo, la mejor agua es la más nueva. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
229:Enlightenment means taking full responsibility for your life. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
230:Everything is beautiful in its own way. Exuberance is beauty. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
231:I'm sure this Jesus will not do Either for Englishman or Jew. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
232:It is the greatest of crimes to depress true art and science. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
233:May God us keep
From Single vision
and Newton's sleep. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
234:Mercy is the golden chain by which society is bound together. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
235:One Power alone makes a Poet: Imagination. The Divine Vision. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
236:The Fool shall not enter into Heaven let him be ever so Holy. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
237:The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
238:Thou art a man God is no more Thy own humanity Learn to adore ~ William Blake, #NFDB
239:WHAT IS NOW PROVED WAS ONCE ONLY IMAGIND —WILLIAM BLAKE ~ Neil deGrasse Tyson, #NFDB
240:Where mercy, love, and pity dwell, there God is dwelling too. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
241:Budalalık, üçkâğıtçılığın kılıfıdır. Utanç, Gururun kılıfıdır. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
242:Every man who is not an artist is a traitor to his own nature. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
243:God and His Priest and King,...make up a heaven of our misery. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
244:He who makes his law a curse, by his own law shall surely die. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
245:How can a bird that is born for joy
Sit in a cage and sing? ~ William Blake,#NFDB
246:Tools were made and born were hands, Every farmer understands. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
247:A skylark wounded in the wing, / A cherubim does cease to sing. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
248:General good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocite, flatterer. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
249:Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
250:To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wildflower. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
251:To the eyes of a miser a guinea is more beautiful than the sun. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
252:He who shall hurt the little wren Shall never be beloved by men. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
253:I see the Past, Present & Future existing all at once Before me. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
254:Mutual forgiveness of each vice. Such are the Gates of Paradise. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
255:Naught can deform the human race Like to the armor's iron brace. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
256:Nothing is real beyond imaginative patterns men make of reality. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
257:SOME ARE BORN TO SWEET DELIGHT
SOME ARE BORN TO ENDLESS NIGHT ~ William Blake,#NFDB
258:The strongest poison ever known came from Caesar's laurel crown. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
259:Always be ready to speak your mind and a base man will avoid you. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
260:And mutual fear brings peace;
Till the selfish loves increase. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
261:Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee? ~ William Blake, #NFDB
262:He who kisses joy as it flies by will live in eternity's sunrise. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
263:He who would do good to another must do it in minute particulars. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
264:If the Sun and Moon should ever doubt, they'd immediately go out. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
265:I myself do nothing. The Holy Spirit accomplishes all through me. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
266:The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
267:A dog starved at his master's gate Predicts the ruin of the state. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
268:Always be ready to speak your mind, and a base man will avoid you. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
269:Christ's crucifix shall be made an excuse for executing criminals. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
270:I am going to that country which I have all my life wished to see. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
271:In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear: ~ William Blake,#NFDB
272:That which can be made Explicit to the idiot is not worth my care. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
273:The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
274:As a man is, so he sees. As the eye is formed, such are its powers. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
275:I have conversed with the spiritual Sun. I saw him on Primrose Hill ~ William Blake, #NFDB
276:Mümkün değil Düşüncenin kendisinden
Daha büyük bir şeyi tanıması ~ William Blake,#NFDB
277:Sooner strangle an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
278:"The Imagination is not a State: it is the Human Existence itself." ~ William Blake, #NFDB
279:Truth can never be told so as to be understood and not be believed. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
280:If you would help another man, you must do so in minute particulars. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
281:My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
282:O God, protect me from my friends, that they have not power over me. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
283:The stars are threshed, and the souls are threshed from their husks. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
284:To the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
285:Whate'er is born of mortal birth Must be consumed with the earth, ~ William Blake, #NFDB
286:Wisdom is sold in a desolate marketplace where none can come to buy. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
287:And binding with briars my joys & desires. ~ William Blake, The Garden of Love (1866), #NFDB
288:He who replies to words of doubt doth put the light of knowledge out. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
289:I am under the direction of messengers from Heaven daily and nightly. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
290:I cry, Love! Love! Love! happy happy Love! free as the mountain wind! ~ William Blake, #NFDB
291:Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the Last Judgement draweth nigh. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
292:You throw the sand against the wind and the wind blows it back again. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
293:A truth that’s told with bad intent Beats all the lies you can invent. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
294:A truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
295:Prisons are built with stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of Religion ~ William Blake, #NFDB
296:speak silence with thy glimmering eyes, And wash the dusk with silver. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
297:The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
298:They accumulate A world in which Man is by his nature the enemy of Man ~ William Blake, #NFDB
299:Thou art a man
God is no more
Thy own humanity
Learn to adore ~ William Blake,#NFDB
300:God forbid that Truth should be confined to Mathematical Demonstration! ~ William Blake, #NFDB
301:Gratitude is heaven itself; there could be no heaven without gratitude. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
302:I live in a hole here but God has a beautiful mansion for me elsewhere. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
303:I will not cease from mental fight Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
304:Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgment draweth nigh. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
305:My Brother starv'd between two Walls,His Children's Cry my Soul appalls ~ William Blake, #NFDB
306:My mother groaned, my father wept,
into the dangerous world I leapt. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
307:The morning comes, the night decays, the watchmen leave their stations. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
308:You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
309:Do what you will this life's a fiction, And is made up of contradiction. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
310:Enthusiastic admiration is the first principle of knowledge and the last ~ William Blake, #NFDB
311:He who replies to words of doubt
doth put the light of knowledge out. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
312:May God us keep From simple vision and Newton’s sleep. —William Blake[xxvii] ~ John Gall, #NFDB
313:The Goddess Fortune is the devil's servant, ready to kiss any one's ass. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
314:The Woman that does not love your Frowns Will never embrace your smiles. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
315:while the beasts of prey, Come from caverns deep, Viewed the maid asleep ~ William Blake, #NFDB
316:A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
317:Do what you will, this world's a fiction and is made up of contradiction ~ William Blake, #NFDB
318:Each man must create his own system or else he is a slave to another mans ~ William Blake, #NFDB
319:Enthusiastic Admiration is the first Principle of Knowledge and its last. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
320:The child's toys and the old man's reasons are the fruits of two seasons. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
321:The crow wished everything was black, the Owl, that everything was white. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
322:The Man who never in his Mind & Thoughts travel'd to Heaven Is No Artist. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
323:The vision of Christ that thou dost see
Is my vision's greatest enemy. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
324:Both read the Bible day and night, but thou read black where I read white. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
325:Hapishaneler Hukukun taşlarıyla inşa edilir, Kerhaneler Dinin tuğlalarıyla ~ William Blake, #NFDB
326:I will not cease from mental fight
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
327:Harmony of colouring is destructive of art? it is like the smile of a fool. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
328:He who shall teach the child to doubtThe rotting grave shall ne'er get out. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
329:If a thing loves, it is infinite.
(Annotations to Swedenborg) ~ William Blake,#NFDB
330:Nothing can be more contemptible than to suppose Public Records to be true. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
331:Prisons are built with stones of Law. Brothels with the bricks of religion. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
332:The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow ~ William Blake, #NFDB
333:The lamb misused breeds public strife And yet forgives the butcher's knife. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
334:The sun's light when he unfolds it
Depends on the organ that beholds it ~ William Blake,#NFDB
335:When nations grow old the Arts grow cold And commerce settles on every tree ~ William Blake, #NFDB
336:When thou seest an eagle, thou seest a portion of genius; lift up thy head! ~ William Blake, #NFDB
337:Do what you will, this life's a fiction, And it is made up of contradiction. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
338:Both read the Bible day and night, but thou read black where I read white.
~ William Blake,#NFDB
339:I cannot consider death as any thing but a removing from one room to another. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
340:The eagle never lost so much time, as when he submitted to learn of the crow. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
341:The naked woman’s body is a portion of eternity too great for the eye of man. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
342:The naked women's body is a portion of eternity too great for the eye of man. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
343:The Errors of a Wise Man make your Rule Rather than the Perfections of a Fool. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
344:The lamb misused breeds public strife
And yet forgives the butcher's knife. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
345:The naked woman's body is a portion of eternity too great for the eye of man. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
346:Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
347:When nations grow old the Arts grow cold
And commerce settles on every tree ~ William Blake,#NFDB
348:Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
349:When thought is closed in caves, then love shall show its root in deepest hell. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
350:Both read the Bible day and night,
But thou read'st black where I read white. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
351:Mere enthusiasm is the all in all... / Passion and expression are beauty itself. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
352:Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
353:As I was walking among the fires of hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius ~ William Blake, #NFDB
354:Come live, and be merry, and join with me, To sing the sweet chorus of 'Ha ha he! ~ William Blake, #NFDB
355:My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt. —William Blake ~ Chip Walter, #NFDB
356:Roses are planted where thorns grow, and on the barren heath sing the honey bees. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
357:Forgive what you do not approve & love me for this energetic exertion of my talent ~ William Blake, #NFDB
358:He who loves his enemies betrays his friends; this surely is not what Jesus meant. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
359:Love is the child that breathes our breath. Love is the child that scatters death. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
360:Mysteries are not to be solved. They eye goes blind when it only wants to see why. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
361:The hours of folly are measur’d by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
362:The hours of folly are measured by the clock; but of wisdom, no clock can measure. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
363:William Blake says the body is 'that portion of soul discerned by the five senses ~ Marion Woodman, #NFDB
364:The ignorant Insults of Individuals will not hinder me from doing my duty to my Art ~ William Blake, #NFDB
365:Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache: do be my enemy for friendship's sake. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
366:And we are put on earth a little space, That we may learn to bear the beams of love. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
367:And WINTER slumbering in the open air, Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring ! ~ William Blake, #NFDB
368:If you have formed a circle to go into,Go into it yourself and see how you would do. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
369:O why was I born with a different face? Why was I not born like the rest of my race? ~ William Blake, #NFDB
370:To Generalize is to be an Idiot; To Particularize is the Alone Distinction of Merit. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
371:English people are so not asshats! I’m going to move there. William Blake was English. ~ Jandy Nelson, #NFDB
372:Man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
373:Mans desires are limited by his perceptions; none can desire what he has not perceived. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
374:Those who restrain their desires, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
375:Man's desires are limited by his perceptions; none can desire what he has not perceiv'd. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
376:All the destruction in Christian Europe has arisen from deism, which is natural religion. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
377:If you have form'd a Circle to go into, / Go into it yourself & see how you would do. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
378:The art school babe quotes William Blake as she rolls a joint, then I think that I'll score. ~ Ray Davies, #NFDB
379:The pure soul shall mount on native wings, . . . and cut a path into the heaven of glory. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
380:We are not meant to resolve all contradictions but to live with them and rise above them. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
381:William Blake wrote, “He who would do good to another must do it in Minute Particulars, ~ Andrew McCarthy, #NFDB
382:And we are put on this earth a little space that we might learn to bear the beams of love. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
383:The mystical poetry of William Blake's artwork also forms the basis for the album cover. ~ Bruce Dickinson, #NFDB
384:If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is: Infinite. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
385:If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
386:There can be no Good Will. Will is always Evil; it is persecution to others or selfishness. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
387:Think in the morning, act in the noon, read in the evening, and sleep at night.” —William Blake ~ Anonymous, #NFDB
388:When a Man has Married a WifeHe finds out whetherHer Knees & elbows are onlyglued together. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
389:When the doors of perception are cleansed, men will see things as they truly are, infinite. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
390:Where others see but the dawn coming over the hill, I see the soul of God shouting for joy. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
391:'Come hither, my boy, tell me what thou seest there?' 'A fool tangled in a religious snare.' ~ William Blake, #NFDB
392:If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
393:VI. If any could desire what he is incapable of possessing, despair must be his eternal lot. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
394:If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is - infinite. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
395:If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is – infinite. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
396:Pride is a personal commitment. It is an attitude which separates excellence from mediocrity. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
397:The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
398:The man who never changes his opinion is like standing water and grows reptiles of the mind - ~ William Blake, #NFDB
399:You've always had the power right there in your shoes, you just had to learn it for yourself. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
400:He who sees the Infinite in all things sees God. He who sees the Ratio only sees himself only. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
401:In the southern clime,
Where the summer’s prime
Never fades away,
Lovely Lyca lay. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
402:The man who never alters his opinions is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
403:Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
404:In a wife I would desire / What in whores is always found / The lineaments of gratified desire. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
405:The Man who pretends to be a modest enquirer into the truth of a self-evident thing is a Knave. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
406:Those who control their passions do so because their passions are weak enough to be controlled. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
407:Without a use this shining woman lived - Or did she only live to be at death the food of worms. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
408:A robin red breast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage. —WILLIAM BLAKE, AUGURIES OF INNOCENCE ~ Julie Klassen,#NFDB
409:When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend ~ William Blake, #NFDB
410:A musician, an artist, an architect: the man or woman who is not one of these is not a Christian. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
411:Dear Mother, dear Mother, the Church is cold, But the Ale-house is healthy and pleasant and warm. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
412:I heard an Angel singing; When the day was springing, Mercy, Pity, Peace; Is the world's release. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
413:Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
414:The moon, like a flower in heaven's high bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
415:When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
416:Without Unceasing Practice nothing can be done. Practice is Art. If you leave off you are lost. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
417:He who pretends to be either painter or engraver without being a master of drawing is an imposter. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
418:Why stand we here trembling around, calling on God for help, and not ourselves, in whom God dwells? ~ William Blake, #NFDB
419:Grown old in love from seven till seven times seven,I oft have wished for Hell for ease from Heaven. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
420:If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.
~ William Blake, [T5],#NFDB
421:Just remember that William Blake wasn't even published in his lifetime. Ya gotta keep creating. ~ Kris Kristofferson, #NFDB
422:The busy bee has no time for sorrow. The hours of folly are measur’d by the clock, but of wisdom: no ~ William Blake, #NFDB
423:T. S. Eliot’s Four Quartets, William Blake’s “Proverbs of Hell,” and Walt Whitman’s Song of Myself. I ~ Robin Rinaldi, #NFDB
424:And where'er the rain does fall, Babes should never hunger there, Nor poverty the mind appall. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
425:Reason, or the ratio of all we have already known, is not the same that it shall be when we know more. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
426:Some will say, Is not God alone the Prolific? I answer, God only Acts & Is, in existing beings or Men. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
427:And is he honest who resists his genius or conscience only for the sake of present ease or gratification ~ William Blake, #NFDB
428:Energy is the only life and is from the Body and Reason is the bound or outward circumference of Energy. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
429:My work is visionary or imaginative. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care... ~ William Blake, #NFDB
430:Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody poor. Mercy no more could be, If all were happy as we. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
431:And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars, my joys & desires. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
432:Mock on, mock on; 'tis all in vain! You throw the sand against the wind, And the wind blows it back again. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
433:Can I see another's woe, and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, and not seek for kind relief? ~ William Blake, #NFDB
434:The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
435:For Mercy has a human heart Pity, a human face: And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
436:Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
437:We live as One Man; for contracting our infinite senses we behold multitude; or expanding: we behold as one. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
438:Never seek to tell thy love; Love that never told can be. For the gentle wind does move silently.. invisibly. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
439:The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
440:A good local pub has much in common with a church, except that a pub is warmer, and there's more conversation. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
441:And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every Child may joy to hear. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
442:Göğü kesip geçen her Kuşun, nereden biliyorsun ki,
Senin beş duyuna kapalı hazzın engin dünyası olmadığını? ~ William Blake,#NFDB
443:Hindsight is a wonderful thing but foresight is better, especially when it comes to saving life, or some pain! ~ William Blake, #NFDB
444:I must create a system or be enslaved by another mans; I will not reason and compare: my business is to create. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
445:In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
446:The person who does not believe in miracles surely makes it certain that he or she will never take part in one. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
447:For everything exists and not one sigh nor smile nor tear, one hair nor particle of dust, not one can pass away. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
448:She who dwells with me whom I have loved with such communion, that no place on earth can ever be solitude to me. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
449:Works of Art can only be produc'd in Perfection where the Man is either in Affluence or is Above the Care of it. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
450: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, #NFDB
451:I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's. I will not reason and compare: my business is to create. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
452:O winter! bar thine adamantine doors: the north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark deep-founded habitation. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
453:How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way, Is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses five? ~ William Blake, #NFDB
454:Poetry, Painting & Music, the three Powers in man of conversing with Paradise, which the flood did not sweep away. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
455:Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,Dreaming o'er the joys of night.Sleep, sleep: in thy sleepLittle sorrows sit and weep. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
456:To my eye Rubens' colouring is most contemptible. His shadows are a filthy brown somewhat the colour of excrement. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
457:As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
458:Embraces are comminglings from the head even to the feet, And not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
459:O Earth, O Earth, return! Arise from out the dewy grass; Night is worn; And the morn Rises from the slumbrous mass. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
460:Pity would be no more,
If we did not make somebody poor.
Mercy no more could be,
If all were happy as we. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
461:The generations of men run on in the tide of time, but leave their destined lineaments permanent for ever and ever. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
462:Without minute neatness of execution, the sublime cannot exist! Grandeur of ideas is founded on precision of ideas. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
463:Demonstration, similitude & harmony are objects of reasoning. Invention, identity & melody are objects of intuition. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
464:In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between them, there are doors. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
465:What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
466:For Mercy has a human heart
Pity, a human face:
And Love, the human form divine,
And Peace, the human dress. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
467:Joy and woe are woven fine, a clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine, runs a joy with silken twine. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
468:To Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
469:Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? ~ William Blake, #NFDB
470:How do you know but ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way,
Is an immense world of delight, clos’d by your senses five? ~ William Blake,#NFDB
471:I was in a Printing-house in Hell, and saw the method in which knowledge is transmitted from generation to generation. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
472:They said this mystery never shall cease; the priest promotes war, and the soldier peace.” —William Blake ~ Bathroom Readers Institute, #NFDB
473:Time is the mercy of Eternity; without Time's swiftness Which is the swiftest of all things, all were eternal torment. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
474:And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
475:Children of the future age Reading this indignant page Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime ~ William Blake, #NFDB
476:He who loves feels love descend into him and if he has wisdom may perceive it from the Poetic Genius which is the Lord. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
477:I must create a system or be enslaved by another man's, I will not reason and compare, my business is to create. ~ William Blake, [T5], #NFDB
478:[L]et light Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring The honey'd dew that cometh on waking day. O radiant morning. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
479:Time is the mercy of Eternity; without Time's swiftness/ Which is the swiftest of all things: all were eternal torment. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
480:But when he has done this, let him not say that he knows better than his master, for he only holds a candle in sunshine. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
481:If the doors of #perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite ~ William Blake #quote #sunrise #SpiritChat, #NFDB
482:Mans perceptions are not bounded by organs of perception, he percieves more than sense (tho' ever so acute) can discover ~ William Blake, #NFDB
483:There is a smile of love, And there is a smile of deceit, And there is a smile of smiles In which these two smiles meet. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
484: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. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
485:Now hear a plain fact: Swedenborg has not written one new truth. Now hear another: he has written all the old falsehoods. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
486:The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom...You never know what is enough until you know what is more than enough. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
487:Pluck thou my flower, Oothoon the mild; Another flower shall spring, because the soul of sweet delight Can never pass away. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
488: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, #NFDB
489:The difference between a good artist and a bad one is: the bad artist seems to copy a great deal, the good one really does. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
490:Abstinence sows sand all over The ruddy limbs and flaming hair, But desire gratified Plants fruits of life and beauty there. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
491:Fiery the Angels rose, and as they rose deep thunder roll’d
Around their shores, indignant burning with the fires of Orc… ~ William Blake,#NFDB
492:O! he give to us his Joy
That our grief he may destroy;
Till our grief is fled and gone
He doth sit by us and moan. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
493:And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from 'The Garden of Love') ~ William Blake, #NFDB
494:Aquel que se ata una alegría la alada vida destruye; aquel que besa la alegría según vuela vive en la aurora de la eternidad. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
495:Arise you little glancing wings, and sing your infant joy!
Arise and drink your bliss, for every thing that lives is holy! ~ William Blake,#NFDB
496:And all must love the human form,
In heathen, turk or jew;
Where Mercy, Love and Pity dwell
There God is dwelling too. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
497:Fun I love, but too much fun is of all things the most loathsome. Mirth is better than fun, and happiness is better than mirth. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
498:He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
499:I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels look like torment and insanity. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
500:Nought loves another as itself,
Nor venerates another so,
Nor is it possible to thought
A greater than itself to know. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
501:And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
502: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. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
503:Children of the future age
Reading this indignant page
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime ~ William Blake,#NFDB
504:I give you the end of a golden string, Only wind it into a ball, It will lead you in at Heaven's gate Built in Jerusalem's wall. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
505:Invention depends altogether upon execution or organization; as that is right or wrong so is the invention perfect or imperfect. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
506:I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels look like torment and insanity. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
507:And all must love the human form,
In heathen, turk, or jew;
Where Mercy, Love and Pity dwell
There God is dwelling too. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
508:Does the Eagle know what is in the pit Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod, Or Love in a golden bowl? ~ William Blake, #NFDB
509:In every cry of every man,
In every infant’s cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
510:It is right it should be so:
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know
Through the world we safely go. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
511:Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry? ~ William Blake,#NFDB
512:And throughout all Eternity
I forgive you, you forgive me.
As our dear Redeemer said:
“This the Wine, and this the Bread. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
513:If you cannot imagine with the mind's eye much more than you can see with the mortal eye, you have a very poor imagination indeed. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
514:Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
515:My Spectre around me night & day
Like a Wild beast guards my way
My Emanation far within
Weeps incessantly for my Sin ~ William Blake,#NFDB
516:When I tell the truth, it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it, but for the sake of defending those that do. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
517:When i tell the truth, it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it, but for the sake of defending those that do. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
518:The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom,’” Oscar says to me, still balancing on the back legs of his chair. “William Blake. ~ Jandy Nelson, #NFDB
519:William Blake writes, “A Poet, a Painter, a Musician, an Architect — the Man or Woman who is not one of these is not a Christian. ~ Ian Morgan Cron, #NFDB
520:Without contraries is no progression. Attraction and repulsion, reason and energy, love and hate, are necessary to human existence. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
521:Hopefully I can inspire lots of people to learn about [Patti Smith], to read poetry or learn about William Blake or Arthur Rimbaud. ~ Steven Sebring, #NFDB
522:And all must love the human form,
In heathen, Turk, or Jew.
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell,
There God is dwelling too. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
523: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, #NFDB
524:O white-robed Angel, guide my timorous hand to write as on a lofty rock with iron pen the words of truth, that all who pass may read. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
525:All futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
526:England! awake! awake! awake! Jerusalem thy sister calls! Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death And close her from thy ancient walls? ~ William Blake, #NFDB
527:You smile with pomp and rigor, you talk of benevolence and virtue; I act with benevolence and virtue and get murdered time after time. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
528:excuse my enthusiasm or rather madness, for I am really drunk with intellectual vision whenever I take a pencil or graver into my hand. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
529:It is true that William Blake said that "The Road to excess leads to the palace of wisdom," but they didn't have angel dust back then. ~ Cynthia Heimel, #NFDB
530:Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
531:The Angel that presided o'er my birth Said, 'Little creature, formed of joy and mirth, Go love without the help of any thing on earth'. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
532:The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
533:He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
534:He who would do good to another must do it in Minute Particulars: General Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite & flatterer.. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
535:Love seeketh only self to please, To bind another to its delight, Joys in another's loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
536:The world of imagination is the world of eternity. It is the divine bosom into which we shall all go after death of the vegetative body. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
537:William Blake really is important, my cornerstone. Nobody ever told me before he did that childhood was such a damned serious business. ~ Maurice Sendak, #NFDB
538:And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen? ~ William Blake, #NFDB
539:God appears, and God is Light, to those poor souls who dwell in Night; but does a Human Form display to those who dwell in realms of Day. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
540:I give you the end of a golden string,
Only wind it into a ball,
It will lead you in at Heaven's gate
Built in Jerusalem's wall. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
541: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, #NFDB
542:"Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair." ~ William Blake, #NFDB
543:The mystic poet William Blake once wrote, “The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water and breeds reptiles of the mind. ~ Anthony Robbins, #NFDB
544:Jesus, Buddha, William Blake, Emily Dickinson, Walt Whitman, Mahatma Gandhi, Rabindranath Tagore, Paramahansa Yogananda, and Mother Teresa. ~ Wayne W Dyer, #NFDB
545:"Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair." ~ William Blake, #NFDB
546:Yıldızlar mızraklarını aşağıya atınca,
Göğü sulayınca gözyaşlarıyla,
Güldü mü o, görünce eserini?
Kuzuyu yaratan mı yarattı seni? ~ William Blake,#NFDB
547:As the poet William Blake so eloquently stated: “If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. ~ Jen Sincero, #NFDB
548:Men are admitted into heaven not because they have curbed or governed their passions, but because they have cultivate their understandings. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
549:The hand of Vengeance found the Bed To which the Purple Tyrant fled The iron hand crush'd the tyrant's head And became Tyrant in his stead. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
550: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,#NFDB
551:What the hammer? What the Chains?
In what furnace was thy brain?
Where the anvil? What dread grasp?
Dare its deadly terrors clasp? ~ William Blake,#NFDB
552:And did the Countenance Divine,
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here,
Among these dark Satanic Mills? ~ William Blake,#NFDB
553:And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my brothers more?
I love you like the little bird
That picks up crumbs around the door. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
554: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, #NFDB
555: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,#NFDB
556:Vedere un mondo in un granello di sabbia e un paradiso in un fiore selvatico, tenere l'infinito nel palmo della mano e l'eternità in un'ora. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
557:Allen Ginsberg was a world authority on the writing of William Blake, and had an incredible knowledge of classic literature and world politics. ~ David Amram, #NFDB
558:The fox condemns the trap, not himself. El zorro condena la trampa, pero no a sí mismo. ========== Proverbios Del Infierno - 1792 (William Blake) ~ Anonymous, #NFDB
559:When wolves and tigers howl for prey,
They pitying stand and weep;
Seeking to drive their thirst away,
And keep them from the sheep. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
560:Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born. Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight, Some are born to Endless Night. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
561:How sweet I roamed 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, #NFDB
562:I could see the light of eternity, a la William Blake, shining through every leaf. I mean, a bug walking across the ground moved me to tears ~ Terence McKenna, #NFDB
563:I have mental joys and mental health, Mental friends and mental wealth, I've a wife that I love and that loves me; I've all but riches bodily. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
564:The experienced life is far more fulfilling than the blissful and innocent life. Y’know who said that?” “Jesus.” “No, not Jesus. William Blake. ~ Brad Meltzer, #NFDB
565: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, #NFDB
566:To generalize is to be an idiot. To particularize is the alone distinction of merit. General knowledge are those knowledge that idiots possess. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
567:What is it men in women do require: The lineaments of gratified desire. What is it women do in men require: The lineaments of gratified desire. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
568:William Blake: He who binds to himself a Joy, Does the winged life destroy; He who kisses the Joy as it flies, Lives in Eternity’s sunrise. ~ Sogyal Rinpoche, #NFDB
569:But to go to school in a summer morn, O! It drives all joy away; Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day In sighing and dismay. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
570:برای دیدن جهان در یک شن ریزه
و تماشای آسمان در گلی وحشی
بی نهایت را در دستانت گیر
و ابدیت را ساعتی بیش مدان ~ William Blake,#NFDB
571:I care not whether a man is good or evil; all that I care / Is whether he is a wise man or a fool. Go! put off holiness, / And put on intellect. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
572:The Bat that flits at close of Eve
Has left the Brain that wont Believe
The Owl that calls upon the Night
Speaks the Unbelievers fright ~ William Blake,#NFDB
573:The Learned, who strive to ascend into Heaven by means of learning, appear to Children like dead horses, when repelled by the celestial spheres. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
574:William Blake: He who binds to himself a Joy, Does the winged life destroy; He who kisses the Joy as it flies, Lives in Eternity’s sunrise.7 ~ Sogyal Rinpoche, #NFDB
575:Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?
Or wilt thou go ask the Mole:
Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?
Or Love in a golden bowl? ~ William Blake,#NFDB
576:Eternity He who binds himself to a joy Does the winged life destroy But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity’s sun rise —WILLIAM BLAKE ~ Ren Daumal, #NFDB
577: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, #NFDB
578:Man is all Imagination. God is Man and exists in us and we in Him... The Eternal Body of Man is the Imagination, that is, God, Himself
~ William Blake, Laocoon,#NFDB
579:This life's dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole And leads you to believe a lie When you see with, not through, the eye. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
580:God Appears & God is Light
To those poor Souls who dwell in Night
But does a Human Form Display
To those who Dwell in Realms of day ~ William Blake,#NFDB
581:Since the French Revolution Englishmen are all intermeasurable one by another, certainly a happy state of agreement to which I forone do not agree. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
582:That the Jews assumed a right exclusively to the benefits of God will be a lasting witness against them and the same will it be against Christians. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
583:Can I see anothers woe,
And not be in sorrow too.
Can I see anothers grief,
And not seek for kind relief.
- On Anothers Sorrow ~ William Blake,#NFDB
584:Man has no Body distinct from his Soul; for that called Body is a portion of Soul discerned by the five Senses, the chief inlets of Soul in this age. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
585:When the voices of children are heard on the greenAnd laughing is heard on the hill,My heart is at rest within my breastAnd everything else is still. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
586:I said: 'Thou thing of patches, rings,
Pins, necklaces and suchlike things,
Disguiser of the female form,
Thou paltry, gilded poisonous worm! ~ William Blake,#NFDB
587:Pay attention to minute particulars. Take care of the little ones. Generalization and abstraction are the plea of the hypocrite, scoundrel, and knave. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
588:He who sees the Infinite in all things sees God. He who sees the Ratio only sees himself only. Therefore God becomes as we are, that we may be as he is ~ William Blake, #NFDB
589:Man has no Body distinct from his soul; for that called Body is a portion of a Soul discerned by the five senses, the chief inlets of Soul in this age. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
590:To some people a tree is something so incredibly beautiful that it brings tears to the eyes. To others it is just a green thing that stands in the way. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
591:When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee? ~ William Blake,#NFDB
592:He who sees the Infinite in all things sees God. He who sees the Ratio only sees himself only. Therefore God becomes as we are, that we may be as he is. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
593:Man was made for joy and woe, and when this we rightly know through the world we safely go. Joy and woe are woven fine, a clothing for the soul to bind. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
594:Poetry fettered, fetters the human race. Nations are destroyed or flourish in proportion as their poetry, painting, and music are destroyed or flourish. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
595:The prince's robes and beggar's rags,
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent,
Beats all the lies you can invent ~ William Blake,#NFDB
596:Although wine when it is read somewhat lacks the savour of wine when it is drunk, wine remains a very pleasant thing both to read about and to chat about. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
597:Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are born.
Every Morn and every Night
Some are born to Sweet Delight,
Some are born to Endless Night. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
598:God keep me from the divinity of Yes and Nothe Yea Nay Creeping Jesus, from supposing Up and Down to be the same thing as allexperimentalists must suppose. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
599:Grant me an old man's frenzy, Myself must I remake Till I am Timon and Lear Or that William Blake Who beat upon the wall Till Truth obeyed his call. ~ William Butler Yeats, #NFDB
600:How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring? ~ William Blake, #NFDB
601:In what distant deeps or skies Burned the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? — The Tyger William Blake ~ David Drake, #NFDB
602:It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God only. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
603:My mother is very like William Blake, she has visions and dreams and she cannot always distinguish a flea's head from a king. Luckily she can't paint. ~ Jeanette Winterson, #NFDB
604:The fields from Islington to Marybone, To Primrose Hill and Saint John's Wood, Were builded over with pillars of gold; And there Jerusalem's pillars stood. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
605:This life's dim windows of the soul
Distorts the heavens from pole to pole
And leads you to believe a lie
When you see with, not through, the eye. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
606:But to go to school in a summer morn,
O! It drives all joy away;
Under a cruel eye outworn,
The little ones spend the day
In sighing and dismay. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
607:Colouring does not depend on where the colours are put, but on where the lights and darks are put, and all depends on form and outline, on where that is put. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
608:The Harlots cry from Street to Street
Shall weave Old Englands winding Sheet
The Winners Shout the Losers Curse
Dance before dead Englands Hearse ~ William Blake,#NFDB
609:The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity, too great for the eye of man. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
610:The Stolen and Perverted Writings of Homer & Ovid, of Plato & Cicero, which all men ought to contemn, are set up by artifice against the Sublime of the Bible ~ William Blake, #NFDB
611:As I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels looked like torment and insanity, I collected some proverbs ~ William Blake, #NFDB
612:Let the men do their duty & the women will be such wonders; the female life lives from the light of the male: see a man's female dependants, you know the man. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
613:The countless gold of a merry heart, The rubies and pearls of a loving eye, The indolent never can bring to the mart, Nor the secret hoard up in his treasury. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
614:Auguries of innocence "The emmet's inch and eagle's mile Make lame philosophy to smile. He who doubts from what he sees Will ne'er believe, do what you please. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
615:He who does not imagine in stronger and better lineaments, and in stronger and better light than his perishing and mortal eye can see, does not imagine at all. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
616: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.
-A Poison Tree ~ William Blake,#NFDB
617:Let every Christian, as much as in him lies, engage himself openly and publicly, before all the World, in some mental pursuit for the Building up of Jerusalem. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
618:My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white; White as an angel is the English child, But I am black as if bereaved of light. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
619:Those who enter the gates of heaven are not beings who have no passions or who have curbed the passions, but those who have cultivated an understanding of them. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
620:The foundation of empire is art and science. Remove them or degrade them, and the empire is no more. Empire follows art and not vice versa as Englishmen suppose. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
621:Man was made for joy and woe
Then when this we rightly know
Through the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine
A clothing for the soul to bind. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
622:My silks and fine array, My smiles and languished air, By love are driv'n away And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave: Such end true lovers have. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
623:The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,The humble sheep a threat'ning horn:While the Lily white shall in love delight,Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
624:To the eyes of a miser a guinea is more beautiful than the sun, and a bag worn with the use of money has more beautiful proportions than a vine filled with grapes. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
625:Because I was happy upon the heath,
And smiled among the winter's snow,
They clothed me in the clothes of death,
And taught me to sing the notes of woe. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
626:For a Tear is an Intellectual thing,
And a Sigh is the Sword of an Angel King,
And the bitter groan of a Martyr’s woe
Is an Arrow from the Almightie’s Bow. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
627:Y todos deben amar a la forma humana,
Sean paganos, turcos o judíos;
Donde moran la Misericordia, el Amor
y la Piedad,
allí Dios también tiene su morada. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
628:A lot of poets too live on the margins of social acceptance, they certainly aren't in it for the money. William Blake - only his first book was legitimately published. ~ Jim Jarmusch, #NFDB
629:As I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels look like torment and insanity, I collected some of their Proverbs. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
630:Love is weak when there is more doubt than there is trust, but love is most strong when you learn to trust even with all the doubts. If a thing loves, it is infinite. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
631:When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep. So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
632:Aşk sırf Kendini memnun etmeye uğraşır,
Başkasını Kendi keyfine kurban eder:
Başkasının rahatının kaçmasından zevk alır,
Ve Cennete rağmen bir Cehennem kurar. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
633:How can the bird that is born for joy
Sit in a cage and sing?
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his youthful spring? ~ William Blake,#NFDB
634:If you trap the moment before it's ripe, The tears of repentence you'll certainly wipe; But if once you let the ripe moment go You can never wipe off the tears of woe. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
635:Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves the feet of angels bright; unseen they pour blessing, and joy without ceasing, on each bud and blossom, and each sleeping bosom. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
636:Eternity is in love with the productions of time. The busy bee has no time for sorrow. The hours of folly are measur’d by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
637:Angels are happier than men and devils, because they are not always prying after good and evil in one another, and eating the tree of knowledge for Satan's gratification. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
638:But if at church they would give 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 from the church to stray. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
639:There is a place where Contrarieties are equally true. This place is called Beulah. it is a pleasant lovely Shadow, where no dispute can come, because of those who sleep. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
640:Thou fair-hair'd 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, #NFDB
641:The modest Rose puts forth a Thorn.
The humble Sheep a threat'ning Horn.
While the Lily white shall in love delight.
Nor a Thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
642:The pride of the peacock is the glory of God. The lust of the goat is the bounty of God. The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God. The nakedness of woman is the work of God. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
643:Does anyone have a gun?” The looks I got in response suggested that I’d asked about something profoundly distasteful, like trickle-down economics or the poetry of William Blake. ~ Kevin Hearne, #NFDB
644: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?
- The Tyger ~ William Blake,#NFDB
645: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. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
646:The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.
- "Auguries of Innocence ~ William Blake,#NFDB
647:The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,
The humble sheep a threat'ning horn:
While the Lily white shall in love delight,
Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
648:#WilliamBlake: #Imagination and Spiritual Sight, my talk last night @FintryTrust, is now online. It's the first of three. Next week ~ Carl Jung, then #OwenBarfield.markvernon.com/william-blake-…, #NFDB
649:Then my verse I dishonor, my pictures despise, my person degrade and my temper chastise; and the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame; and my talents I bury, and dead is my fame. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
650: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, To See a World, Auguries of Innocence,#NFDB
651:And we are put on earth a little space,
that we may learn to bear the beams of love;
And these black bodies and this sunburnt face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
652:Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
653:Innate ideas are in every man, born with him; they are truly himself. The man who says that we have no innate ideas must be a fool and knave, having no conscience or innate science. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
654:What seems to be, is, to those to whom it seems to be, and is productive of the most dreadful consequences to those to whom it seems to be, even of torments, despair, eternal death. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
655:If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
656:The reason Milton wrote in fetters when he wrote of Angels and God, and at liberty when of Devils and Hell, is because he was a true poet and of the Devil's party without knowing it. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
657:What is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a song? Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price of all the man hath, his house, his wife, his children. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
658:“If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.” ~ William Blake, #NFDB
659:I sought my God and my God I couldn't find;
I sought my soul and my soul eluded me;
I sought to serve my brother in his need, and I found all three;
My God, my soul, and thee. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
660:The Britons (say historians) were naked, civilized men, learned, studious, abstruse in thought and contemplation; naked, simple, plain in their acts and manners; wiser than after ages. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
661:When I was working on the lyrics, I thought of all the lullabies we learn as children: "Away in the Manger," William Blake's lullabies. I realized that the key to lullabies is simplicity. ~ Patti Smith, #NFDB
662:The reason Milton wrote in fetters when he wrote of Angels & God, and at liberty when of Devils & Hell, is because he was a true Poet and of the Devil's party without knowing it. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
663:The Sick Rose O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
664:Los Sexos nacidos del Orgullo y la Vergüenza
florecieron en la mañana y en la noche murieron;
mas la Piedad cambió la Muerte en Sueño;
los Sexos se irguieron para obrar y llorar. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
665:THE LILY The modest Rose puts forth a thorn, The humble sheep a threat'ning horn: While the Lily white shall in love delight, Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
666:When the sun rises, do you not see a round disc of fire somewhat like a guinea? O no, no, I see an innumerable company of the heavenly host crying Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
667:For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength and breath And the want Of thought is death Then am I A happy fly If I live Or if I die ~ William Blake, #NFDB
668:Then the Parson might preach, & drink, & sing, And we'd be as happy as birds in the spring; And modest dame Lurch, who is always at Church, Would not have bandy children, nor fasting, nor birch. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
669:You cannot have Liberty in this world without what you call Moral Virtue, and you cannot have Moral Virtue without the slavery of that half of the human race who hate what you call Moral Virtue. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
670:The worship of God is, Honouring his gifts in other men each according to his genius, and loving the greatest men best; those who envy or calumniate great men hate God, for there is no other God. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
671:The Holy Word
That walk'd among the ancient trees,
Calling the lapsèd soul,
And weeping in the evening dew;
That might control
The starry pole,
And fallen, fallen light renew! ~ William Blake,#NFDB
672:Little fly, thy summer's play My thoughtless hand has brushed away. Am not I a fly like thee? Or art not thou a man like me? For I dance and drink and sing, Till some blind hand shall brush my wing! ~ William Blake, #NFDB
673:William Blake: "In your own bosom you bear your heaven and earth, And all you behold, though it appears without, It is within, in your imagination, Of which this world of mortality is but a shadow. ~ Neville Goddard, #NFDB
674:“Time in itself does not exist, there is only the totality of the results issuing from all the cosmic phenomena present in a given place.”― G.I. Gurdjieff, Beelzebub's Tales Energy is eternal delight. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
675:All pictures that's painted with sense and with thought / Are painted by madmen as sure as a groat; / For the greater the fool in the pencil more blest, / And when they are drunk they always paint best. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
676:Bil ki; Milton'ın Tanrı'yı ve Melekleri tutuk halde yazmasının, ancak Şeytanlardan ve Cehennemden özgürce söz etmesinin nedeni onun gerçek bir Şair olması ve bilmeden Şeytanların tarafında yer almasıdır. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
677:Rome & Greece swept Art into their maw & destroy'd it; a Warlike State never can produce Art. It will Rob & Plunder & accumulate into one place, & Translate & Copy & Buy & Sell & Criticize, but not Make. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
678:Little fly thy summers play
my thoughtless hand has brushed away
am not I a fly like thee,
art not thou a man like me?
for I dance and drink and sing
til some blind hand shall brush my wing ~ William Blake,#NFDB
679:Degrade first the Arts if you'd Mankind Degrade. Hire Idiots to Paint with cold light & hot shade: Give high Price for the worst, leave the best in disgrace, And with Labours of Ignorance fill every place. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
680:He who would do good to another must do it in Minute Particulars; General Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite and flatterer: For Art and Science cannot exist but in minutely organized Particulars. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
681:He who would do good to another must do it in Minute Particulars: general Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite, and flatterer, for Art and Science cannot exist but in minutely organized Particulars. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
682:Tapınma biçimleri seçtiler şiirsel hikayelerden.
Ve nihayet bu tür şeylerin Tanrıların emri olduğunu ilan ettiler.
Böylece insanlar, Bütün tanrısal varlıkların insanın bağrında yer aldığını unuttular. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
683: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, To see a world in a grain of sand (from Auguries of Innocence)
,#NFDB
684:The gulfing whale was like a dot in the spell. Yet look upon it, and 'twould size and swell To its huge self, and the minutest fish Would pass the very hardest gazer's wish, And show his little eye's anatomy. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
685:The vision of Christ that thou dost see is my vision's greatest enemy . Both read the Bible day and night, but thou read'st black where I read white. His seventy disciples sent against religion and government . ~ William Blake, #NFDB
686:I rest not from my great task! | To open the Eternal Worlds, | to open the immortal Eyes of Man | Inwards into the Worlds of Thought; | Into eternity, ever expanding | In the Bosom of God, | The Human Imagination ~ William Blake, #NFDB
687:Now this creative power I think is the Holy Ghost. My theology may not be very accurate, but that is how I think of it. I know that William Blake called this creative power the Imagination, and he said it was God. ~ Brenda Ueland, #NFDB
688: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 (from "Auguries of Innocence"; via @PoetryFound) poetryfoundation.org/poems/43650/au…, #NFDB
689:Does a firm persuasion that a thing is so, make it so?" He replied, "All poets believe it does. And in ages of imagination, this firm persuasion removes mountains; but many are not capable of firm persuasion of anything. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
690:He who binds himself a joy Does the winged life destroy. But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise. [1991.jpg] -- from William Blake: The Complete Poems, by William Blake
~ William Blake, Eternity
,#NFDB
691:Rhetoric completes the tools of learning. Dialectic zeros in on the logic of things, of particular systems of thought or subjects. Rhetoric takes the next grand step and brings all these subjects together into one whole. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
692:We do not dance to reach a certain point on the floor, but simply to dance. Energy itself, as William Blake said, is eternal delight—and all life is to be lived in the spirit of rapt absorption in an arabesque of rhythms. ~ Alan W Watts, #NFDB
693:The human mind cannot go beyond the gift of God, the Holy Ghost. To suppose that art can go beyond the finest specimens of art that are now in the world is not knowing what art is; it is being blind to the gifts of the spirit. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
694:O Rose thou art sick.
The invisible worm.
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy;
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
- The Sick Rose ~ William Blake,#NFDB
695:Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb." So I piped with merry cheer; "Piper, pipe that song again." So I piped; he wept to hear. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
696:For I dance
And drink and sing,
Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength and breath
And the want
Of thought is death
Then am I
A happy fly
If I live
Or if I die ~ William Blake,#NFDB
697:Souvent ton amitié a fait mon cœur pour faire du mal: ne soyez mon ennemi pour l'amour de l'amitié." - William Blake
"Thy friendship oft has made my heart to ache: do be my enemy for friendship's sake."
- William Blake ~ William Blake,#NFDB
698:She’d thought herself so clever and grown-up. But she’d been blind, love had blinded her to faults, both her own and his, just as William Blake had said it must. Love made people lawless, winged and unconfined; it made them careless. And ~ Kate Morton, #NFDB
699:The inquiry in England is not whether a man has talents and genius, but whether he is passive and polite and a virtuous ass and obedient to noblemen's opinions in art and science. If he is, he is a good man. If not, he must be starved. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
700:[Vala] provides a profound analysis of man’s limitations but no hint of escape from the prison - no suggestion that it is conceiving of the world as a prison that makes it a prison, that the key to the Gates of Paradise is in the mind. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
701:All things come into being by conflict of opposites. —HERACLITUS,1 C. 500 BCE Without Contraries is no progression. Attraction and Repulsion, Reason and Energy, Love and Hate, are necessary to Human existence. —WILLIAM BLAKE,2 C. 1790 ~ Jonathan Haidt, #NFDB
702:The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest.
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower
In heaven's high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night ~ William Blake,#NFDB
703:schoolchildren are asked to write essays on what William Blake thought about the Tiger; despite the fact that William Blake was a nutjob whose opinions, in a civilized society, would be of no interest to anybody apart from his parole officer. ~ Mark Forsyth, #NFDB
704:Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained; and the restrainer or reason usurps its place & governs the unwilling. And being restrain'd it by degrees becomes passive till it is only the shadow of desire. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
705:Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained; and the restrainer or reason usurps its place & governs the unwilling.
And being restrain'd it by degrees becomes passive till it is only the shadow of desire. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
706:The ancient Poets animated all sensible objects with Gods or Geniuses, calling them by the names and adorning them with the properties of woods, rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their enlarged & numerous senses could perceive. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
707:The scarily brilliant Romantic poet and visionary William Blake dared to say what many of us have perhaps thought but kept to ourselves: “A good local pub has much in common with a church, except that a pub is warmer, and there’s more conversation. ~ Brian D McLaren, #NFDB
708:I care not whether a man is Good or Evil; all that I care
Is whether he is a Wise man or a Fool. Go! put off Holiness,
And put on Intellect; or my thund’rous hammer shall drive thee
To wrath, which thou condemnest, till thou obey my voice. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
709:Jung's vision for [The Red Book] was ... significantly influenced in form, style, content by The Bible, Dante's Divine Comedy, Nietzsche's Thus Spoke Zarathustra, Goethe's Faust, medieval illuminated manuscripts, the illuminated works of William Blake. ~ Mark Winborn, #NFDB
710:“If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is: infinite.”- ~ William Blake (1757 –1827) English poet, painter, and printmaker, now considered a seminal figure in the history of the poetry and visual arts of the Romantic Age, Wikipedia, #NFDB
711:Sometimes, I think there's a lack of ambition in me. But then sometimes, I think, no, you can, like William Blake said, you know, see heaven in a grain of sand. If you look really, really closely at a situation, you can find almost endless interest in it. ~ Emma Donoghue, #NFDB
712:A DIVINE IMAGE Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face; Terror the human form divine, And Secresy the human dress. The human dress is forged iron, The human form a fiery forge, The human face a furnace sealed, The human heart its hungry gorge. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
713:Re-engrav'd time after time
Ever in their youthful prime
My designs unchang'd remain
Time may rage, but rage in vain
For above Time's troubled fountains
On the great Atlantic Mountains
In my Golden House on high
There they shine eternally ~ William Blake,#NFDB
714:As one age falls, another rises, different to mortal sight, but to immortals only the same; for we see the same characters repeated again & again, in animals, vegetables, minerals, and in men; nothing new occurs. Substance can never suffer change nor decay.
~ William Blake,#NFDB
715:The following Discourse [on art, by Sir Joshua Reynolds] is particularly Interesting to Blockheads as it endeavours to prove that There is No such thing as Inspiration & that any Man of a plain Understanding may by Thieving from Others become a Mich Angelo. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
716:Clouds are gentle walls that hide
Gardens on the other side
Tell the tabby cats I take
All my meals with William Blake
Lunch at noon and tea at four
Served in splendor on the shore
at the tinkling of a bell.
Tell them I am sleeping well. ~ Nancy Willard,#NFDB
717: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, #NFDB
718:The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
719:Thinking as I do that the Creator of this world is a very cruel being, and being a worshipper of Christ, I cannot help saying: ''the Son, O how unlike the Father!'' First God Almighty comes with a thump on the head. Then Jesus Christ comes with a balm to heal it. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
720:To feel sabi is to feel keenly one’s own sharp and particular existence amid its own impermanence, and to value the singular moment as William Blake did “infinity in the palm of your hand”—to feel it precise and almost-weightless as a sand grain, yet also vast. ~ Jane Hirshfield, #NFDB
721: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, #NFDB
722:The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies.
The merry bells ring
To welcome the spring.
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around,
To the bells’ cheerful sound,
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
723: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, #NFDB
724:"Jung's vision for [The Red Book] was…significantly influenced in form, style, & content by The Bible, Dante's Divine Comedy, Nietzsche's Thus Spoke Zarathustra, Goethe's Faust, medieval illuminated manuscripts, & the illuminated works of William Blake." ~ Mark Winborn, next SoJ, #NFDB
725:Want of money and the distress of a thief can never be alleged as the cause of his thieving, for many honest people endure greater hardships with fortitude. We must therefore seek the cause elsewhere than in want of money, for that is the miser's passion, not the thief s. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
726:William Blake is dreaming of Jerusalem under that sod, and Daniel Defoe is probably dreaming about something a fair bit earthier. You’ve also got John Owen and Isaac Watts, the reservoir dogs of eighteenth-century theology. What can I tell you? I just feel at ease in their company. ~ Mike Carey, #NFDB
727:Down the winding cavern we groped our tedious way, till a void boundless as the nether sky appeared beneath us, and we held by the roots of trees and hung over this immensity; but I said: if you please we will commit ourselves to this void and see whether providence is here also. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
728:Sendak is in search of what he calls a "yummy death". William Blake set the standard, jumping up from his death bed at the last minute to start singing. "A happy death," says Sendak. "It can be done." He lifts his eyebrows to two peaks. "If you're William Blake and totally crazy. ~ Maurice Sendak, #NFDB
729:In anguish dividing & dividing
For pity divides the soul
In pangs eternity on eternity
Life in cataracts pourd down his cliffs
The void shrunk the lymph into Nerves
Wand'ring wide on the bosom of night
And left a round globe of blood
Trembling upon the Void ~ William Blake,#NFDB
730:O thou who passest through our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils! Thou, O Summer, Oft pitchest here thy golden tent, and oft Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
731:… does a firm persuasion that a thing is so, make it so? He replied, ‘All poets believe that it does. And in ages of imagination, this firm persuasion removed mountains; But many are not capable of a firm persuasion of anything.’” — from The Marriage of Heaven and Hell by William Blake ~ Wayne W Dyer, #NFDB
732: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, #NFDB
733:Ah, sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun, Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done; Where the youth pined away with desire And the pale virgin shrouded in snow Arise from their graves, and aspire Where my sunflower wishes to go. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
734: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.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house filled with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell through all its regions. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
735:Commerce is so far from being beneficial to arts, or to empire, that it is destructive of both, as all their history shows, for the above reason of individual merit being its great hatred. Empires flourish till they become commercial, and then they are scattered abroad to the four winds. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
736:Such flat and distant voices confirm the rhetoric of William Blake: “Grace” is underwritten by constant, speechless suffering, and “culture” begins in the callused hands of exhausted children, weaving robotically in sleep, “going through the motions … when they were really doing nothing. ~ Robert Hughes, #NFDB
737:My mother groand! my father wept.
Into the dangerous world I leapt:
Helpless, naked, piping loud;
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
Struggling in my fathers hands:
Striving against my swaddling bands:
Bound and weary I thought best
To sulk upon my mothers breast. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
738:Cruelty has a human heart,
And Jealousy a human face;
Terror the human form divine,
And Secresy the human dress.
The human dress is forged iron,
The human form a fiery forge,
The human face a furnace sealed,
The human heart its hungry gorge.
- "A DIVINE IMAGE ~ William Blake,#NFDB
739:I have no name
I am but two days old.-
What shall I call thee?
I happy am
Joy is my name,-
Sweet joy befell thee!
Pretty joy!
Sweet joy but two days old.
Sweet joy I call thee:
Thou dost smile.
I sing the while
Sweet joy befell thee.
- "Infant Joy ~ William Blake,#NFDB
740:It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.
Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
- "Auguries of Innocence ~ William Blake,#NFDB
741:Terrified at Non Existence, for such they deemd the death of the body, Los his vegetable hands outstretch'd; his right hand branching out in fibrous Strength siez'd the Sun; his left hand like dark roots cover'd the Moon, and tore them down, cracking the heavens across from immense to immense. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
742:Some say that happiness is not good for mortals, & they ought to be answered that sorrow is not fit for immortals & is utterly useless to any one; a blight never does good to a tree, & if a blight kill not a tree but it still bear fruit, let none say that the fruit was in consequence of the blight. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
743:INFANT SORROW My mother groaned, my father wept: Into the dangerous world I leapt, Helpless, naked, piping loud, Like a fiend hid in a cloud. 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, #NFDB
744:I asked a thief to steal me a peach: He turned up his eyes. I asked a lithe lady to lie her down: Holy and meek, she cries. As soon as I went An angel came. He winked at the thief And smiled at the dame- And without one word spoke Had a peach from the tree, And 'twixt earnest and joke Enjoyed the lady. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
745:A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said "I've a pretty rose tree,"
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.
Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
746:Men are admitted into heaven not because they have curbed and governed their passions or have no passions, but because they have cultivated their understandings. The treasures of heaven are not negations of passion, but realities of intellect, from which all the passions emanate uncurbed in their eternal glory. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
747:Acts themselves alone are history, and these are neither the exclusive property of Hume, Gibbon nor Voltaire, Echard, Rapin, Plutarch, nor Herodotus. Tell me the Acts, O historian, and leave me to reason upon them as I please; away with your reasoning and your rubbish. All that is not action is not worth reading. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
748:Ah Sun-flower! weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun:
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done.
Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow:
Arise from their graves and aspire,
Where my Sun-flower wishes to go. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
749:I do believe that everything we see, everything that is in front of us is just the visible part of reality. We have the invisible part of reality, like emotions for example, like feelings. This is our perception of the world, but God is-as William Blake said-in a grain of sand and in a flower. This energy is everywhere. ~ Paulo Coelho, #NFDB
750:You’ve never heard it?” he asked. “What do they teach you in school these days? That’s William Blake!” I shrugged, and after a moment he spoke again. “I memorized it once.” He drifted into reverie again. “ ‘Tiger, Tiger, burning bright, in the forests of the night, what immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry? ~ Dan Wells, #NFDB
751:What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song?
Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price
Of all that a man hath, his house, his wife, his children.
Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy,
And in the wither'd field where the farmer plows for bread in vain. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
752:I am more famed in Heaven for my works than I could well conceive. In my brain are studies & chambers filled with books & pictures of old, which I wrote and painted in ages of Eternity before my mortal life; and whose works are the delight & study of Archangels. Why, then, should I be anxious about the riches or fame of mortality? ~ William Blake, #NFDB
753:Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief? Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrow's share? Can a father see his child Weep, nor be with sorrow filled? Can a mother sit and hear An infant groan, an infant fear? No, no! never can it be! Never, never can it be! ~ William Blake, #NFDB
754: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, #NFDB
755:Şeytan'ın sesi:
Bütün Mukaddes Kitaplar veya kutsal buyruklar şu Yanlışlara yol açmıştır:
1. İnsanın gerçek iki varoluş kaidesi vardır, yani Bedeni ve Ruhu.
2. Kötülük denen Enerji yalnızca Bedenden, İyilik denen Akıl ise yalnızca Ruhtandır.
3. Tanrı, Enerjisinin peşinden gittiği için İnsana Ebediyette eziyet edecektir. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
756:He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.
- "Auguries of Innocence ~ William Blake,#NFDB
757:For when we go into the egoless state and merge with a sense of unity consciousness, we're actually present in real time, outside linear time and inside eternity. And in that moment you might, as William Blake said: . . . 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. ~ Graham Hancock, #NFDB
758:A Robin Redbreast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage.
A dove house fill’d with doves and pigeons
Shudders Hell thro’ all its regions.
A Dog starv’d at his Master’s Gate
Predicts the ruin of the State.
A Horse misus’d upon the Road
Calls to Heaven for Human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
A fiber from the Brain does tear. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
759:Cesarette zayıf olan, kurnazlıkta güçlüdür.
Ne elma ağacı nasıl büyüyeceğini kayına sorar, ne de aslan nasıl avlanacağını ata.
...
Eğer başkaları budala olmasaydı biz olacaktık.
Tatlı hazzın ruhu asla kirletilemez.
...
Tırtılın yumurta bırakmak için en güzel yaprakları seçmesi gibi rahip de lanetini en güzel sevinçlerin üzerine bırakır. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
760:He doth give His joy to all; He becomes an infant small; He becomes a man of woe; He doth feel the sorrow too. Think not thou canst sigh a sigh And thy Maker is not by; Think not thou canst weep a tear And thy Maker is not near. O! He gives to us His joy That our griefs He may destroy; Till our grief is fled and gone He doth sit by us and moan. William Blake ~ A W Tozer, #NFDB
761:The ancient tradition that the world will be consumed in fire at the end of six thousand years is true, as I have heard from Hell.
For the cherub with his flaming sword is hereby commanded to leave his guard at tree of life, and when he does, the whole creation will be consumed, and appear infinite, and holy whereas it now appears finite & corrupt. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
762:I am really sorry to see my countrymen trouble themselves about politics. If men were wise, the most arbitrary princes could not hurt them. If they are not wise, the freest government is compelled to be a tyranny. Princes appear to me to be fools. Houses of Commons and Houses of Lords appear to me to be fools; they seem to me to be something else besides human life. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
763:I am really sorry to see my Countrymen trouble themselves about Politics. If Men were Wise, the Most arbitrary Princes could not hurt them. If they are not wise, the Freest Government is compell'd to be a Tyranny. Princes appear to me to be Fools. Houses of Commons & Houses of Lords appear to me to be fools; they seem to me to be something Else besides Human life. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
764:To me this world is all one continued vision of fancy or imagination, and I feel flattered when I am told so. What is it sets Homer, Virgil and Milton in so high a rank of art? Why is the Bible more entertaining and instructive than any other book? Is it not because they are addressed to the imagination, which is spiritual sensation, and but immediately to the understanding or reason? ~ William Blake, #NFDB
765:The world of imagination is the world of eternity. It is the divine bosom into which we shall all go after the death of the vegetated [i.e. mortal] body. This world of imagination is infinite and eternal, whereas the world of generation is finite and temporal. There exist in that eternal world the eternal realities of everything which we see reflected in this vegetable glass of nature. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
766:I know of no other Christianity and of no other Gospel than the liberty both of body & mind to exercise the Divine Arts of Imagination
Imagination the real & eternal World of which this Vegetable Universe is but a faint shadow & in which we shall live in our Eternal or Imaginative Bodies, when these Vegetable Mortal Bodies are no more. The Apostles knew of no other Gospel. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
767:Have you read these poets? Langston Hughes Charles Bukowski John Keats Alfred Lord Tennyson Percy Bysshe Shelley Henry Wadsworth Longfellow William Butler Yeats William Blake Rudyard Kipling Roald Dahl Khalil Gibran Paul Laurence Dunbar Kabir Robert W Service Philip Larkin Dylan Thomas Henry Lawson Anne Sexton Allen Ginsberg Ogden Nash
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768: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.
- "LOVE'S SECRET ~ William Blake,#NFDB
769:Photography is essentially an act of recognition by street photographers, not an act of invention. Photographers might respond to an old man’s face, or an Arbus freak, or the way light hits a building—and then they move on. Whereas in all the other art forms, take William Blake, everything that came to that paper never existed before. It’s the idea of alchemy, of making something from nothing. ~ Duane Michals, #NFDB
770:I turn my eyes to the schools & universities of Europe And there behold the loom of Locke whose woof rages dire, Washed by the water-wheels of Newton. Black the cloth In heavy wreaths folds over every nation; cruel works Of many wheels I view, wheel without wheel, with cogs tyrannic Moving by compulsion each other: not as those in Eden, which Wheel within wheel in freedom revolve, in harmony & peace. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
771:Can I see anothers woe,
And not be in sorrow too.
Can I see anothers grief,
And not seek for kind relief.
Can I see a falling tear.
And not feel my sorrows share,
Can a father see his child,
Weep, nor be with sorrow fill'd.
Can a mother sit and hear,
An infant groan, an infant fear-
No no never can it be,
Never, never can it be.
- On Anothers Sorrow ~ William Blake,#NFDB
772:With lyrics for me, it's usually musically-based. It's not really poetry- or writer-based. It's rock-based. It doesn't mean that I'm aping rock lyrics, but I'm writing from a music standpoint. I'm thinking more of music heroes, if they're in my mind. Not William Blake or John Ashbury. Sometimes maybe I thought of him a little bit. Or Wallace Stevens. I don't even really fully understand either of them. ~ Stephen Malkmus, #NFDB
773:Little Fly
Thy summers play,
My thoughtless hand
Has brush'd away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink & sing:
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength & breath:
And the want
Of thought is death;
Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die ~ William Blake,#NFDB
774:Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau! Mock on, mock on: 'Tis all in vain! You throw the sand against the wind, And the wind blows it back again. And every sand becomes a gem Reflected in the beams divine; Blown back they blind the mocking eye, But still in Israel's paths they shine. 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, #NFDB
775:... he did not mean that his parents neglected him or that he found no friend. Rather, he meant that... our only sources of joy and mirth lie within us, in the mind, rather than outside us, on the earth. Blake’s parents were loving and giving, but they could not give him the heavenly beauty and spiritual peace which is to be found only within us, in Christ, or, as Blake came to call Him, in the Human Imagination. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
776:The Lily of the valley, breathing in the humble grass
Answer'd the lovely maid and said: "I am a watry weed,
And I am very small, and love to dwell in lowly vales;
So weak, the gilded butterfly scarce perches on my head;
Yet I am visited from heaven, and he that smiles on all
Walks in the valley and each morn over me spreads his hand,
Saying: 'Rejoice, thou humble grass, thou new-born lily flower, ~ William Blake,#NFDB
777:And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see? ~ William Blake,#NFDB
778:Because—isn’t it drilled into us constantly, from childhood on, an unquestioned platitude in the culture—? From William Blake to Lady Gaga, from Rousseau to Rumi to Tosca to Mister Rogers, it’s a curiously uniform message, accepted from high to low: when in doubt, what to do? How do we know what’s right for us? Every shrink, every career counselor, every Disney princess knows the answer: “Be yourself.” “Follow your heart. ~ Donna Tartt, #NFDB
779:In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And, when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp? ~ William Blake,#NFDB
780:Love seeketh not Itself to please
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease
And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.'
So sung a little Clod of Clay
Trodden with the cattle's feet,
But a Pebble of the brook
Warbled out these metres meet:
'Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to Its delight,
Joys in another's loss of ease,
And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
781:author class:William Blake
Of the Sleep of Ulro! and of the passage through Eternal Death! and of the awakening to Eternal Life This theme calls me in sleep night after night, & ev'ry morn Awakes me at sun-rise, then I see the Saviour over me Spreading his beams of love, & dictating the words of this mild song. [1982.jpg] -- from The Complete Illuminated Books, by William Blake
~ the Sleep of Ulro! and of the passage through
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782:I looked whence the voice came, and was then ware of a shining shape, with bright wings, who diffused much light. As I looked the shape dilated more and more; he waved his hands; the roof of my study opened; he ascended into heaven; he stood in the sun, and, beckoning to me, moved the universe. An angel of evil could not have done that - it was the archangel Gabriel! ~ John Bunyan, Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, Volume 31, 1875 [William Blake], #NFDB
783:Here's how I became myself: mess, failure, mistakes, disappointments, and extensive reading; limbo, indecision, setbacks, addiction, public embarrassment, and endless conversations with my best women friends; the loss of people without whom I could not live, the loss of pets that left me reeling, dizzying betrayals but much greater loyalty, and overall, choosing as my motto William Blake's line that we are here to learn to endure the beams of love. ~ Anne Lamott, #NFDB
784:To Mercy Pity Peace and Love All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. For Mercy Pity Peace and Love Is God our father dear. And Mercy Pity Peace and Love Is Man his child and care. Then every man of every clime That prays in his distress Prays to the human form divine: Love Mercy Pity Peace. And all must love the human form In heathen, Turk, or Jew. Where Mercy, Love and Pity dwell There God is dwelling too. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
785:I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door; So I turn'd to the Garden of Love, That so many sweet flowers bore. And I saw it was filled with graves, And tomb-stones where flowers should be: And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, And binding with briars, my joys & desires. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
786:Oh! why was I born with a different face? why was I not born like the rest of my race? when I look,each one starts! when I speak, I offend; then Im silent & passive & lose every friend. Then my verse I dishonour, my pictures despise, my person degrade & my temper chastise; and the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame; all my talents I bury, and dead is my fame. Im either too low or too highly prized; when elate I m envy'd, when meek Im despis'd ~ William Blake, #NFDB
787:When students are first at the Kerouac School we harp on Gertrude Stein's very basic poetic insistence that words are things . Not to invalidate your experience or all the great feelings you have, I tell them. Although poetry may be good for you, it's not therapy. You're making something with words which are visceral, muscular, active, not just markers of how you feel. And we have classes studying William Blake, Ezra Pound, Charles Olson, Robert Duncan, Stein. ~ Anne Waldman, #NFDB
788:Oh! why was I born with a different face? why was I not born like the rest of my race? when
I look,each one starts! when I speak, I offend; then Im silent & passive & lose every friend. Then
my verse I dishonour, my pictures despise, my person degrade & my temper chastise; and the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame; all my talents I bury, and dead is my fame. Im either too low or too highly prized; when elate I m envy'd, when meek Im despis'd ~ William Blake,#NFDB
789:IV The bounded is loathed by its possessor. The same dull round even of a universe would soon become a mill with complicated wheels.
V If the many become the same as the few, when possess'd, More! More! is the cry of a mistaken soul, less than All cannot satisfy Man.
VI If any could desire what he is incapable of possessing, despair must be his eternal lot.
VII The desire of Man being Infinite the possession is Infinite & himself Infinite. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
790:Love seeketh not Itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care;
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hells despair.
So sang a little Clod of Clay,
Trodden with the cattle's feet;
But a Pebble of the brook,
Warbled out these metres meet.
Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to Its delight:
Joys in anothers loss of ease,
And builds a Hell in Heavens despite.
- "The Clod and the Pebble ~ William Blake,#NFDB
791:For Mercy has a human heart;
Pity, a human face;
And Love, the human form divine:
And Peace the human dress.
Songs of Innocence
Cruelty has a human heart
And jealousy a human face,
Terror the human form divine,
And secrecy the human dress.
The human dress is forged iron,
The human form a fiery forge,
The human face a furnace seal'd,
The human heart its hungry gorge.
Songs of Experience - This poem was discovered posthumously. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
792:Johnny Jewel is how people were maybe two hundred years ago. Back then, when people got up in the morning, they knew what they had to do to get through the day - there were 100% less decisions. Nowadays, we have to decide what we want to buy in grocery stores, what job to take, what work to do. But not Johnny. For him, it's all right there - it's a freer state, and that's what my music is looking for... ... To understand Johnny, you should think of William Blake. He was the same kinda guy. ~ Tom Verlaine, #NFDB
793:Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born
Every Morn and every Night
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to sweet delight
Some are Born to Endless Night
We are led to Believe a Lie
When we see not Thro the Eye
Which was Born in a Night to perish in a Night
When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light
God Appears & God is Light
To those poor Souls who dwell in Night
But does a Human Form Display
To those who Dwell in Realms of day ~ William Blake,#NFDB
794:It was about people whose mental diseases couldn’t be treated because the causes of the diseases were all in the fourth dimension, and three-dimensional Earthling doctors couldn’t see those causes at all, or even imagine them. One thing Trout said that Rosewater liked very much was that there really were vampires and werewolves and goblins and angels and so on, but that they were in the fourth dimension. So was William Blake, Rosewater’s favorite poet, according to Trout. So were heaven and hell. ~ Kurt Vonnegut, #NFDB
795:Remember William Blake who said: "Improvement makes straight, straight roads, but the crooked roads without improvement are roads of genius."
The truth is, life itself, is always startling, strange, unexpected. But when the truth is told about it everybody knows at once that it is life itself and not made up.
But in ordinary fiction, movies, etc, everything is smoothed out to seem plausible--villains made bad, heroes splendid, heroines glamorous, and so on, so that no one believes a word ~ Brenda Ueland,#NFDB
796:THE POISON TREE 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. And I water'd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears; And I sunned it with my smiles And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright; And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine, And into my garden stole When the night had veil'd the pole: In the morning glad I see My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
797:They all have mechanisms for taking in and processing sensory data—and they all have mechanisms for reducing the amount of sensory inflows. They possess what are called sensory gating channels—or as William Blake and Aldous Huxley more comprehensively described the phenomenon, we all have within us the doors of perception. Sensory gating channels can be thought of as tiny apertures or gates or doors in specific sections of the nervous system’s neural network. They are similar to the lens in our eyes ~ Stephen Harrod Buhner, #NFDB
798:I'm old-fashioned. I think William Blake and people in the Renaissance people were multi. Look at da Vinci, he was involved in science; and Michelangelo was dabbling in poetry. Both of them were painters and sculptors but they also involved themselves with architecture. I honestly don't know what happened in the '60s and '70s. If you sang rock and roll in America at that time or were involved in expressing yourself through music like that, then many thought you couldn't possibly be an artist. That thinking is archaic. ~ Patti Smith, #NFDB
799:The Prophets Isaiah and Ezekiel dined with me, and I asked them how they dared so roundly to assert, that God spoke to them; and whether they did not think at the time, that they would be misunderstood, & so be the cause of imposition. Isaiah answer'd, I saw no God, nor heard any, in a finite organical perception; but my senses discover'd the infinite in every thing, and as I was then persuaded, & remain confirm'd; that the voice of honest indignation is the voice of God, I cared not for consequences but wrote. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
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Trembling I sit day and night, my friends are astonish'd at me. Yet they forgive my wanderings, I rest not from my great task! To open the Eternal Worlds, to open the immortal Eyes Of Man inwards into the Worlds of Thought: into Eternity Ever expanding in the Bosom of God, the Human Imagination O Saviour pour upon me thy Spirit of meekness & love: Annihilate the Selfhood in me, be thou all my life! [1982.jpg] -- from The Complete Illuminated Books, by William Blake
~ I sit day and night
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801:The Prophets Isaiah and Ezekiel dined with me, and I asked them how they dared so roundly to assert, that God spoke to them; and whether they did not think at the time, that they would be misunderstood, & so be the cause of imposition.
Isaiah answer'd, I saw no God, nor heard any, in a finite organical perception; but my senses discover'd the infinite in every thing, and as I was then persuaded, & remain confirm'd; that the voice of honest indignation is the voice of God, I cared not for consequences but wrote. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
802:author class:William Blake
Reader! of books! of heaven, And of that God from whom Who in mysterious Sinais awful cave, To Man the Wond'rous art of writing gave, Again he speaks in thunder and in fire! Thunder of Thought, & flames of fierce desire: Even from the depths of Hell his voice I hear, Within the unfathomd caverns of my Ear. Therefore I print; nor vain my types shall be: Heaven, Earth & Hell, henceforth shall live in harmony [1982.jpg] -- from The Complete Illuminated Books, by William Blake
~ of books! of heaven
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803:Jerusalem (1804) And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green And was the holy lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen And did the countenance divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills And was Jerusalem builded here Among those dark Satanic mills Bring me my bow of burning gold Bring me my arrows of desire Bring me my spears o'clouds unfold Bring me my chariot of fire I will not cease from mental fight Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand 'Til we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land ~ William Blake, #NFDB
804:I wander thro' each charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. In every cry of every Man, In every Infant's cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear. How the Chimney-sweeper's cry Every black'ning Church appalls; And the hapless Soldier's sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls. But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlot's curse Blasts the new born Infant's tear, And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
805:I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door;
So I turn'd to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be:
And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars, my joys & desires.
- The Garden of Love ~ William Blake,#NFDB
806:I LIKE WHAT THE DANCER MARTHA GRAHAM ONCE said, that each of us is unique and if we didn’t exist something in the world would have been lost. I wonder, then, why we are so quick to conform—and what the world has lost because we have. William Blake said about Jesus that he was “all virtue and acted from impulse, not from rules.” If we are to be like him, aren’t we to speak and move and do, to act upon the world and take new ground from the forces that work against our unique genius and beauty? What if part of God’s message to the world was you? The true and real you? ~ Donald Miller, #NFDB
807:There is a smile of love,
And there is a smile of deceit,
And there is a smile of smiles
In which these two smiles meet.
And there is a frown of hate,
And there is a frown of disdain,
And there is a frown of frowns
Which you strive to forget in vain,
For it sticks in the heart's deep core
And it sticks in the deep backbone--
And no smile that ever was smil'd,
But only one smile alone,
That betwixt the cradle and grave
It only once smil'd can be;
And, when it once is smil'd,
There's an end to all misery. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
808:And did those feet in ancient time
Walk upon England's mountains green
And was the holy lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen
And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among those dark Satanic mills
Bring me my bow of burning gold
Bring me my arrows of desire
Bring me my spears o'clouds unfold
Bring me my chariot of fire
I will not cease from mental fight
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand
'Til we have built Jerusalem
In England's green and pleasant land ~ William Blake,#NFDB
809: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.
And I water'd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with my smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,
And into my garden stole
When the night had veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree.
- A Poison Tree ~ William Blake,#NFDB
810:Those who live with insomnia and who consider sleep both an enemy and a gift will understand the following. Some of us cannot comprehend how anyone except the very good or those who have no conscience at all can sleep from dark to dawn without dreaming or waking. We hear William Blake’s tiger padding softly through a green jungle, his stripes glowing, his whiskers spotted with gore. Psychoanalysis does no good. Neither does a health regimen that induces physical exhaustion. The only solution that is guaranteed is the one provided by our old friend Morpheus, who requires our souls in the bargain. ~ James Lee Burke, #NFDB
811:Israel was thinking of warm beer, and muffins, and Wensleydale cheese, and Wallace and Gromit, and the music of Elgar, and the Clash, and the Beatles, and Jarvis Cocker, and the white cliffs of Dover, and Big Bend, and the West End, and Stonehenge, and Alton Towers, and the Last Night of the Proms, and Glastonbury, and William Hogarth, and William Blake, and Just William, and Winston Churchill, and the North Circular Road, and Grodzinski's for coffee, and rubbish, and potholes, and a slice of Stilton and a pickled onion, and George Orwell. And Gloria, of course. He was almost home to Gloria. G-L-O-R-I-A. ~ Ian Sansom, #NFDB
812:Hear the voice of the Bard! Who Present, Past, & Future, sees; Whose ears have heard The Holy Word That walk'd among the ancient trees, Calling the lapsed Soul, And weeping in the evening dew; That might control The starry pole, And fallen, fallen light renew! "O Earth, O Earth, return! Arise from out the dewy grass; Night is worn, And the morn Rises from the slumberous mass. "Turn away no more; Why wilt thout turn away? The starry floor, The wat'ry shore, Is giv'n thee till the break of day." [1982.jpg] -- from The Complete Illuminated Books, by William Blake
~ William Blake, Hear the voice of the Bard!
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813:A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.
A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.
A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.
Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.
- "Auguries of Innocence ~ William Blake,#NFDB
814:Hear the voice of the Bard!
Who Present, Past, & Future sees
Whose ears have heard,
The Holy Word,
That walk'd among the ancient trees.
Calling the lapsed Soul
And weeping in the evening dew:
That might controll,
The starry pole;
And fallen fallen light renew!
O Earth O Earth return!
Arise from out the dewy grass;
Night is worn,
And the morn
Rises from the slumberous mass.
Turn away no more:
Why wilt thou turn away
The starry floor
The watry shore
Is giv'n thee till the break of day.
- "Introduction to the Songs of Experience ~ William Blake,#NFDB
815: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!
He shew'd me lilies for my hair,
And blushing roses for my brow;
He led me through his gardens fair,
Where all his golden pleasures grow.
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,#NFDB
816:Whether on Ida's shady brow,
Or in the chambers of the East,
The chambers of the sun, that now
From ancient melody have ceas'd;
Whether in Heav'n ye wander fair,
Or the green corners of the earth,
Or the blue regions of the air,
Where the melodious winds have birth;
Whether on crystal rocks ye rove,
Beneath the bosom of the sea
Wand'ring in many a coral grove,
Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry!
How have you left the ancient love
That bards of old enjoy'd in you!
The languid strings do scarcely move!
The sound is forc'd, the notes are few!
- "To the Muses ~ William Blake,#NFDB
817:London
I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow.
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every Man,
In every Infants cry of fear,
In every voice: in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear
How the Chimney-sweepers cry
Every blackning Church appalls,
And the hapless Soldiers sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls
But most thro' midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlots curse
Blasts the new-born Infants tear
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
818:The Beat poet Jack Kerouac, feeling primed for a spiritual breakthrough, wrote to a friend before he retreated into the wilderness, “If I don’t get a vision on Desolation Peak, then my name ain’t William Blake.” But later he wrote that he found it hard to face the naked truth. “I’d thought, in June when I get to the top . . . and everybody leaves . . . I will come face to face with God or Tathagata (Buddha) and find out once and for all what is the meaning of all this existence and suffering . . . but instead I’d come face to face with myself, no liquor, no drugs, no chance of faking it, but face to face with ole Hateful . . . Me. ~ Pema Ch dr n, #NFDB
819:According to Padilla, remembered Amalfitano, all literature could be classified as heterosexual, homosexual, or bisexual. Novels, in general, were heterosexual. Poetry, on the other hand, was completely homosexual. Within the vast ocean of poetry he identified various currents: faggots, queers, sissies, freaks, butches, fairies, nymphs, and philenes. But the two major currents were faggots and queers. Walt Whitman, for example, was a faggot poet. Pablo Neruda, a queer. William Blake was definitely a faggot. Octavio Paz was a queer. Borges was a philene, or in other words he might be a faggot one minute and simply asexual the next. ~ Roberto Bola o, #NFDB
820:In the alchemy of man's soul almost all noble attributes--courage, honor, love, hope, faith, duty, loyalty, etc.--can be transmuted into ruthlessness. Compassion alone stands apart from the continuous traffic between good and evil proceeding within us. Compassion is the antitoxin of the soul: where there is compassion even the most poisonous impulses remain relatively harmless.
Nature has no compassion. It is, in the words of William Blake, "a creation that groans, living on the death; where fish and bird and beast and tree and metal and stone live by devouring." Nature accepts no excuses and the only punishment it knows is death. ~ Eric Hoffer,#NFDB
821:A great sorrow, and one that I am only beginning to understand: we don't get to choose our own hearts. We can't make ourselves want what's good for us or what's good for other people. We don't get to choose the people we are.
Because-- isn't it drilled into us constantly, from childhood on, an unquestioned platitude in the culture--? From William Blake to Lady Gaga, from Rousseau to Rumi to Tosca to Mister Rogers, it's a curiously uniform message, accepted from high to low: when in doubt, what to do? How do we know what's right for us? Every shrink, every career counselor, every Disney princess knows the answer: "Be yourself." "Follow your heart. ~ Donna Tartt,#NFDB
822:Now as to magic. It is surely absurd to hold me “weak” or otherwise because I choose to persist in a study which I decided deliberately four or five years ago to make, next to my poetry, the most important pursuit of my life…If I had not made magic my constant study I could not have written a single word of my Blake book [The Works of William Blake, with Edwin Ellis, 1893], nor would The Countess Kathleen [stage play, 1892] have ever come to exist. The mystical life is the center of all that I do and all that I think and all that I write. ~ W B Yeats, #NFDB
823:William Blake said:
Great things are done when men and mountains meet. This is not done by jostling in the street.
He was right. We need time and space and adversity to really get to know ourselves. And you don’t always find that in the grind, when your head is down and you are living someone else’s dreams.
Wherever you are in your life, it is possible to find your own challenge and space. You don’t have to go to the jungle or the Himalayas - it is much more a state of mind than a physical location.
Mountains of the mind are around us all everywhere. And it is when we test ourselves that we begin to know ourselves. ~ Bear Grylls,#NFDB
824:Little Lamb, who made thee Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life, and bid thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Little Lamb, I'll tell thee; Little Lamb, I'll tell thee: He is called by thy name, For He calls Himself a Lamb He is meek, and He is mild, He became a little child. I a child, and thou a lamb, We are called by His name. Little Lamb, God bless thee! Little Lamb, God bless thee!
- The Lamb ~ William Blake,#NFDB
825:English teaching at school is, unfortunately, obsessed with what a poet thought, as though that were of any interest to anyone. Rather than being taught about how a poem is phrased, schoolchildren are asked to write essays on what William Blake thought about the Tiger; despite the fact that William Blake was a nutjob whose opinions, in a civilised society, would be of no interest to anybody apart from his parole officer. A poet is not somebody who has great thoughts. That is the menial duty of the philosopher. A poet is somebody who expresses his thoughts, however commonplace they may be, exquisitely. That is the one and only difference between the poet and everybody else. So ~ Mark Forsyth, #NFDB
826:Answer this to yourselves, & expel from among you those who pretend to despise the labours of Art & Science, which alone are the labours of the Gospel: Is not this plain & manifest to the thought? Can you think at all, & not pronounce heartily! That to Labour in Knowledge. is to Build up Jerusalem: and to Despise Knowledge, is to Despise Jerusalem & her Builders. And remember: He who despises & mocks a Mental Gift in another; calling it pride & selfishness & sin; mocks Jesus the giver of every Mental Gift. which always appear to the ignorance-loving Hypocrite, as Sins. but that which is a Sin in the sight of cruel Man. is not so in the sight of our kind God. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
827:Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass methought I lay.
Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
Over many a tangle spray,
All heart-broke, I heard her say:
'Oh my children! do they cry,
Do they hear their father sigh?
Now they look abroad to see,
Now return and weep for me.'
Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, 'What wailing wight
Calls the watchman of the night?
'I am set to light the ground,
While the beetle goes his round:
Follow now the beetle's hum;
Little wanderer, hie thee home!
- "A Dream ~ William Blake,#NFDB
828:Piping down the valleys wild
Piping songs of pleasant glee
On a cloud I saw a child.
And he laughing said to me.
Pipe a song about a Lamb;
So I piped with merry chear,
Piper pipe that song again—
So I piped, he wept to hear.
Drop thy pipe thy happy pipe
Sing thy songs of happy chear,
So I sung the same again
While he wept with joy to hear
Piper sit thee down and write
In a book that all may read—
So he vanish'd from my sight.
And I pluck'd a hollow reed.
And I made a rural pen,
And I stain'd the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
- "Introduction to the Songs of Innocence ~ William Blake,#NFDB
829:WHEN the voices of children are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,
And the dews of night arise;
Come, come, leave off play, and let us away
Till the morning appears in the skies.
No, no, let us play, for it is yet day,
And we cannot go to sleep;
Besides, in the sky the little birds fly,
And the hills are all cover’d with sheep.
Well, well, go and play till the light fades away,
And then go home to bed.’
The little ones leaped and shouted and laugh’d
And all the hills echoed.
- "Nurse’s Song ~ William Blake,#NFDB
830:The characters of Chaucer's Pilgrims are the characters which compose all ages and nations. As one age falls, another rises, different to mortal sight, but to immortals only the same; for we see the same characters repeated again and again, in animals, vegetables, minerals, and in men. Nothing new occurs in identical existence; Accident ever varies, Substance can never suffer change nor decay.
Of Chaucer's characters, as described in his Canterbury Tales, some of the names or titles are altered by time, but the characters themselves for ever remain unaltered; and consequently they are the physiognomies or lineaments of universal human life, beyond which Nature never steps. Names alter, things never alter. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
831:The ancient Poets animated all sensible objects with Gods or Geniuses, calling them by the names and adorning them with the properties of woods, rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their enlarged & numerous senses could perceive.
And particularly they studied the genius of each city & country, placing it under its mental deity;
Till a system was formed, which some took advantage of & enslav’d the vulgar by attempting to realize or abstract the mental deities from their objects: thus began Priesthood;
Choosing forms of worship from poetic tales.
And at length they pronounc’d that the Gods had order’d such things.
Thus men forgot that All deities reside in the human breast. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
832:PICTURE and book remain,
An acre of green grass
For air and exercise,
Now strength of body goes;
Midnight, an old house
Where nothing stirs but a mouse.
My temptation is quiet.
Here at life's end
Neither loose imagination,
Nor the mill of the mind
Consuming its rag and bone,
Can make the truth known.
Grant me an old man's frenzy,
Myself must I remake
Till I am Timon and Lear
Or that William Blake
Who beat upon the wall
Till Truth obeyed his call;
A mind Michael Angelo knew
That can pierce the clouds,
Or inspired by frenzy
Shake the dead in their shrouds;
Forgotten else by mankind,
An old man's eagle mind.
~ William Butler Yeats, An Acre Of Grass
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833:William Blake
THIS is the place. Even here the dauntless soul,
The unflinching hand, wrought on; till in that nook,
As on that very bed, his life partook
New birth, and passed. Yon river's dusky shoal,
Whereto the close-built coiling lanes unroll,
Faced his work-window, whence his eyes would stare,
Thought-wandering, unto nought that met them there,
But to the unfettered irreversible goal.
This cupboard, Holy of Holies, held the cloud
Of his soul writ and limned; this other one,
His true wife's charge, full oft to their abode
Yielded for daily bread the martyr's stone,
Ere yet their food might be that Bread alone,
The words now home-speech of the mouth of God.
~ Dante Gabriel Rossetti,#NFDB
834:To Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love All pray in their distress; And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. For Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love Is God, our Father dear, And Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love Is man, His child and care. For Mercy has a human heart, Pity a human face, And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress. Then every man, of every clime, That prays in his distress, Prays to the human form divine, Love, Mercy, Pity and Peace. And all must love the human form, In heathen, Turk or Jew; Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell There God is dwelling too. [2071.jpg] -- from Music of the Sky: An Anthology of Spiritual Poetry, Edited by Patrick Laude / Edited by Barry McDonald
~ William Blake, The Divine Image
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835:From William Blake to Lady Gaga, from Rousseau to Rumi to Tosca to Mister Rogers, it’s a curiously uniform message, accepted from high to low: when in doubt, what to do? How do we know what’s right for us? Every shrink, every career counselor, every Disney princess knows the answer: “Be yourself.” “Follow your heart.” Only here’s what I really, really want someone to explain to me. What if one happens to be possessed of a heart that can’t be trusted—? What if the heart, for its own unfathomable reasons, leads one willfully and in a cloud of unspeakable radiance away from health, domesticity, civic responsibility and strong social connections and all the blandly-held common virtues and instead straight towards a beautiful flare of ruin, self-immolation, disaster? ~ Donna Tartt, #NFDB
836:In 1862, the Scottish mathematician James Clerk Maxwell developed a set of fundamental equations that unified electricity and magnetism. On his deathbed, he coughed up a strange sort of confession, declaring that “something within him” discovered the famous equations, not he. He admitted he had no idea how ideas actually came to him—they simply came to him. William Blake related a similar experience, reporting of his long narrative poem Milton: “I have written this poem from immediate dictation twelve or sometimes twenty lines at a time without premeditation and even against my will.” Johann Wolfgang von Goethe claimed to have written his novella The Sorrows of Young Werther with practically no conscious input, as though he were holding a pen that moved on its own. ~ David Eagleman, #NFDB
837:Pity would be no more
If we did not make somebody Poor;
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
And mutual fear brings peace,
Till the selfish loves increase:
Then Cruelty knits a snare
And spreads his baits with care.
He sits down with holy fears
And waters the ground with tears:
Then Humility takes its root
Underneath his foot.
Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head,
And the Catterpiller and Fly
Feed on the Mystery.
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the Raven his nest has made
In its thickest shade.
The Gods of the earth and sea
Sought thro' Nature to find this Tree,
But their search was all in vain:
There grows one in the Human Brain. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
838:The Devil answer'd: bray a fool in a morter with wheat, yet shall not his folly be beaten out of him; if Jesus Christ is the greatest man, you ought to love him in the greatest degree; now hear how he has given his sanction to the law of ten commandments: did he not mock at the sabbath, and so mock the sabbaths God? murder those who were murder'd because of him? turn away the law from the woman taken in adultery? steal the labor of others to support him? bear false witness when he omitted making a defense before Pilate? covet when he pray'd for his disciples, and when he bid them shake off the dust of their feet against such as refused to lodge them? I tell you, no virtue can exist without breaking these ten commandments; Jesus was all virtue, and acted from impulse, not from rules. ~ William Blake, #NFDB
839:All Bibles or sacred codes have been the causes of the following Errors: 1. That Man has two real existing principles Viz: a Body & a Soul. 2. That Energy, call'd Evil, is alone from the Body, & that Reason, call'd Good, is alone from the Soul. 3. That God will torment Man in Eternity for following his Energies. But the following Contraries to these are True: 1. 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. 2. Energy is the only life and is from the Body and Reason is the bound or outer circumference of Energy. 3. Energy is Eternal Delight. [1982.jpg] -- from The Complete Illuminated Books, by William Blake
~ William Blake, The Errors of Sacred Codes (from The Marriage of Heaven and Hell)
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840:Dad loved Aeney more than anything, but he couldn’t show it. He just couldn’t. There’s a Code for fathers in Ireland. Maybe it’s everywhere, I don’t know, I haven’t cracked it. My father followed the Code. He was careful about his children, he didn’t want to ruin us though somehow felt sure he would. He thought Aeney and I were marvels but he didn’t want to make a mistake. Maybe he thought Abraham was watching. So he’d probably thought about it for a long time before he came in from the casting and decided he should go fishing with Aeney. Dad could be sudden like that. He couldn’t help it. It’s the nature of Poets. You don’t believe me, look up William Blake, say hello to those impulses, go meet Mr John Donne in a dark church some time, spend a summer’s day with young William Butler, Ace Butterfly-catcher. ~ Niall Williams, #NFDB
841:And all the arts of life they changd into the arts of death
The hour glass contemnd because its simple workmanship
Was as the workmanship of the plowman & the water wheel
That raises water into Cisterns broken & burnd in fire
Because its workmanship was like the workmanship of the Shepherd
And in their stead intricate wheels invented Wheel without wheel
To perplex youth in their outgoings & to bind to labours
Of day & night the myriads of Eternity. that they might file
And polish brass & iron hour after hour laborious workmanship
Kept ignorant of the use that they might spend the days of wisdom
In sorrowful drudgery to obtain a scanty pittance of bread
In ignorance to view a small portion & think that All
And call it Demonstration blind to all the simple rules of life ~ William Blake,#NFDB
842:At a friend’s house in Greenwich Village I remember talking of the frustration of trying to find the precise word for one’s thoughts, saying that the ordinary dictionary was inadequate. ‘Surely a system could be devised,’ I said, ‘of lexicographically charting ideas, from abstract words to concrete ones, and by deductive and inductive processes arriving at the right word for one’s thought.’ ‘There is such a book,’ said a Negro truck-driver: ‘Roget’s Thesaurus’ A waiter working at the Alexandria Hotel used to quote his Karl Marx and William Blake with every course he served me. A comedy acrobat with a Brooklyn ‘dis’, ‘dem’ and ‘dose’ accent recommended Burton’s Anatomy of Melancholy, saying that Shakespeare was influenced by him and so was Sam Johnson. ‘But you can skip the Latin.’ With the rest of them I was intellectually a fellow-traveller. ~ Charlie Chaplin, #NFDB
843:The Tiger Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp?
Dare its deadly terrors clasp? 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? Tiger! Tiger! Burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? William Blake ~ Amelia Atwater Rhodes,#NFDB
844:Tyger, tyger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And, when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
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?
Tyger, tyger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? ~ William Blake,#NFDB
845:Čutim, da je lahko človek srečen na tem svetu. In vem, da je ta svet svet domišljije in vizije. Vsaka stvar, ki jo naslikam, je od tega sveta, vendar je vsi ljudje ne vidijo tako. Skopuhovim očem je zlatnik veliko lepši od sončne oble in mošnja, vsa zlizana od denarja, veliko lepše oblikovana kakor vinska trta, ki se šibi pod grozdi. Drevo, ki v oči nekoga zvabi solze sreče, je v očeh nekoga drugega samo nekakšna zelena stvar, ki stoji ob poti. Nekateri vidijo v naravi samo smešnost in in popačenost, a po teh se ne bom zgledoval; samo nekaj redkih ljudi je, ki zares vidijo naravo. Očem človeka z imaginacijo, je narava imaginacija sama. Kakršen je človek, tako tudi vidi. Kakor je oko ustvarjeno, takšna je njegova moč. Prav gotovo se motite, ko trdite, da fantazijske vizije niso od tega sveta. Meni je ves svet ena sama neskončna vizija fantazije ali domišljije… ~ William Blake, #NFDB
846:TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? ~ William Blake,#NFDB
847:Dentro del inmenso océano de la poesía distinguía varias corrientes: maricones, maricas, mariquitas, locas, bujarrones, mariposas, ninfos y filenos. Las dos corrientes mayores, sin embargo, eran la de los maricones y la de los maricas. Walt Whitman, por ejemplo, era un poeta maricón. Pablo Neruda, un poeta marica. William Blake era maricón, sin asomo de duda, y Octavio Paz marica. Borges era fileno, es decir de improviso podía ser maricón y de improviso simplemente asexual. Rubén Darío era una loca, de hecho la reina y el paradigma de las locas.
—En nuestra lengua, claro está —aclaró—; en el mundo ancho y ajeno el paradigma sigue siendo Verlaine el Generoso.
Una loca, según San Epifanio, estaba más cerca del manicomio florido y de las alucinaciones en carne viva mientras que los maricones y los maricas vagaban sincopadamente de la Ética a la Estética y viceversa. ~ Roberto Bola o,#NFDB
848:(about William Blake)
As for Blake's happiness--a man who knew him said: "If asked whether I ever knew among the intellectual, a happy man, Blake would be the only one who would immediately occur to me."
And yet this creative power in Blake did not come from ambition. ...He burned most of his own work. Because he said, "I should be sorry if I had any earthly fame, for whatever natural glory a man has is so much detracted from his spiritual glory. I wish to do nothing for profit. I wish to live for art. I want nothing whatever. I am quite happy."
...He did not mind death in the least. He said that to him it was just like going into another room. On the day of his death he composed songs to his Maker and sang them for his wife to hear. Just before he died his countenance became fair, his eyes brightened and he burst into singing of the things he saw in heaven. ~ Brenda Ueland,#NFDB
849:When I take my hand out of this blanket," he thought, "my nail will be grown back, my hands will be clean. My body will be clean. I'll have on clean shorts, clean undershirt, a white shirt. A blue polka-dot tie. A gray suit with a stripe, and I'll be home, and I'll bolt the door. I'll put some coffee on the stove, some records on the phonograph, and I'll bolt the door. I'll read my books and I'll drink coffee and I'll listen to music, and I'll bolt the door. I'll open the window, I'll let in a nice, quiet girl--not Frances, not anyone I've ever known--and I'll bolt the door. I'll ask her to read some Emily Dickinson to me--that one about being chartless--and I'll ask her to read some William Blake to me--that one about the little lamb that made thee--and I'll bolt the door. She'll have an American voice, and she won't ask me if I have any chewing gum or bonbons, and I'll bolt the door. ~ J D Salinger, #NFDB
850:Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
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?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? ~ William Blake,#NFDB
851:Porque- já não é incutido em nós constantemente, desde a infância, um lugar-comum não questionado na cultura? De William Blake a Lady Gaga, de Rousseau a Rumi, passando pela Tosca e pelo Sr. Rogers, é uma mensagem curiosamente uniforme, aceita de alto a baixo - quando em dúvida, o que fazer? Como sabemos qual é a coisa certa para nós? Qualquer psiquiatra, qualquer orientador vocacional, qualquer princesa da Disney sabe a resposta: "seja você mesmo". "Siga seu coração." Mas aí está o que eu realmente, realmente queria que alguém me explicasse. E se alguém por acao tem um coração que não é confiável? E se o coração, por seus próprios motivos insondáveis, afasta deliberadamente a pessoa, e numa nuvem de esplendor indescritível, da saúde, da vida doméstica, da responsabilidade cívica, dos fortes vínculos sociais e de todas as virtudes comuns agradavelmente mantidas a leva em vez disso bem na direção de uma bela labareda de ruína, autoimolação desastre? ~ Donna Tartt, #NFDB
852:..."Hence," goes on the professor, "definitions of happiness are interesting." I suppose the best thing to do with that is to let is pass. Me, I never saw a definition of happiness that could detain me after train-time, but that may be a matter of lack of opportunity, of inattention, or of congenital rough luck. If definitions of happiness can keep Professor Phelps on his toes, that is little short of dandy. We might just as well get on along to the next statement, which goes like this: "One of the best" (we are still on definitions of happiness) "was given in my Senior year at college by Professor Timothy Dwight: 'The happiest person is the person who thinks the most interesting thoughts.'" Promptly one starts recalling such Happiness Boys as Nietzche, Socrates, de Maupassant, Jean-Jacques Rousseau, William Blake, and Poe."
-Review of the book, Happiness, by (Professor) William Lyon Phelps. Review title: The Professor Goes in for Sweetness and Light; November 5, 1927 ~ Dorothy Parker,#NFDB
853:What does he look like?” “Quite handsome, actually. He’s very tall, and—” “As tall as Merripen?” Kev Merripen had come to live with the Hathaways after his tribe had been attacked by Englishmen who had wished to drive the Gypsies out of the county. The boy had been left for dead, but the Hathaways had taken him in, and he had stayed for good. Recently he had married the second oldest sister, Winnifred. Merripen had undertaken the monumental task of running the Ramsay estate in Leo’s absence. The newlyweds were both quite happy to stay in Hampshire during the season, enjoying the beauty and relative privacy of Ramsay House. “No one’s as tall as Merripen,” Poppy said. “But Mr. Rutledge is tall nonetheless, and he has dark hair and piercing green eyes . . .” Her stomach gave an unexpected little leap as she remembered. “Did you like him?” Poppy hesitated. “Mr. Rutledge is . . . unsettling. He’s charming, but one has the feeling he’s capable of nearly anything. He’s like some wicked angel from a William Blake poem. ~ Lisa Kleypas, #NFDB
854:Fun I love, but too much fun is of all things the most loathsome. Mirth is better than fun, and happiness is better than mirth. I feel that a man may be happy in this world. And I know that this world is a world of imagination and vision. I see every thing I paint in this world, but everybody does not see alike. 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 than a vine filled with grapes. The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing which stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity, and by these I shall not regulate my proportions; and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself. As a man is, so he sees.
[…]
You certainly mistake, when you say that the visions of fancy are not to be found in this world. To me this world is all one continued vision of fancy or imagination, and I feel flattered when I am told so. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
855:Keep your whiskers crisp and clean.
Do not let the mice grow lean.
Do not let yourself grow fat
Like a common kitchen cat.
Have you set the kittens free?
Do they sometimes ask for me?
Is our catnip growing tall?
Did you patch the garden wall?
Clouds are gentle walls that hide
Gardens on the other side.
Tell the tabby cats I take
All my meals with William Blake,
Lunch at noon tea at four,
Served in splendor on the shore
At the tinkling of a bell.
Tell them I am sleeping well.
Tell them I have come so far,
Brought by Blake's celestial cat,
Buffeted by wind and rain,
I may not get home again.
Take this message to my friends.
Say the King of Catnip sends
To the cat who winds his clocks
A thousand sunsets in a box,
To the cat who brings the ice
The shadows of a dozen mice
(serve them with assorted dips
and eat them like potato chips),
And to the cat who guards his door
A net for catching stars, and more
(if patience he abide):
Catnip from the other side. ~ Nancy Willard,#NFDB
856:author class:William Blake
Awake! awake O sleeper of the land of shadows, wake! expand! I am in you and you in me, mutual in love divine: Fibres of love from man to man thro Albions pleasant land. In all the dark Atlantic vale down from the hills of Surrey A black water accumulates, return Albion! return! Thy brethren call thee, and thy fathers, and thy sons, Thy nurses and thy mothers, thy sisters and thy daughters Weep at thy souls disease, and the Divine Vision is darkend: Thy Emanation that was wont to play before thy face, Beaming forth with her daughters into the Divine bosom Where hast thou hidden thy Emanation lovely Jerusalem From the vision and fruition of the Holy-one? I am not a God afar off, I am a brother and friend; Within your bosoms I reside, and you reside in me: Lo! we are One; forgiving all Evil; Not seeking recompense! Ye are my members O ye sleepers of Beulah, land of shades! [2652.jpg] -- from The Longing in Between: Sacred Poetry from Around the World (A Poetry Chaikhana Anthology), Edited by Ivan M. Granger
~ awake O sleeper of the land of shadows
,#NFDB
857:Sweet dreams form a shade,
O'er my lovely infants head.
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams,
By happy silent moony beams
Sweet sleep with soft down.
Weave thy brows an infant crown.
Sweet sleep Angel mild,
Hover o'er my happy child.
Sweet smiles in the night,
Hover over my delight.
Sweet smiles Mothers smiles,
All the livelong night beguiles.
Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,
Chase not slumber from thy eyes,
Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,
All the dovelike moans beguiles.
Sleep sleep happy child,
All creation slept and smil'd.
Sleep sleep, happy sleep.
While o'er thee thy mother weep
Sweet babe in thy face,
Holy image I can trace.
Sweet babe once like thee.
Thy maker lay and wept for me
Wept for me for thee for all,
When he was an infant small.
Thou his image ever see.
Heavenly face that smiles on thee,
Smiles on thee on me on all,
Who became an infant small,
Infant smiles are His own smiles,
Heaven & earth to peace beguiles.
- "A Cradle Song ~ William Blake,#NFDB
858: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.
A Robin Redbreast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage.
A dove house fill’d with doves and pigeons
Shudders Hell thro’ all its regions.
A Dog starv’d at his Master’s Gate
Predicts the ruin of the State.
A Horse misus’d upon the Road
Calls to Heaven for Human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
A fiber from the Brain does tear.
He who shall train the Horse to War
Shall never pass the Polar Bar.
The Beggar’s Dog and Widow’s Cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.
The Gnat that sings his Summer song
Poison gets from Slander’s tongue.
The poison of the Snake and Newt
Is the sweat of Envy’s Foot.
A truth that’s told with bad intent
Beats all the Lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for Joy and Woe;
And when this we rightly know
Thro’ the World we safely go.
Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are Born.
Every Morn and every Night
Some are Born to sweet delight.
Some are Born to sweet delight,
Some are Born to Endless Night.
- "Before Bishop's SandPiper... ~ William Blake,#NFDB
859:To See a World...
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.
A Robin Redbreast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage.
A dove house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders Hell thro' all its regions.
A Dog starv'd at his Master's Gate
Predicts the ruin of the State.
A Horse misus'd upon the Road
Calls to Heaven for Human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted Hare
A fiber from the Brain does tear.
He who shall train the Horse to War
Shall never pass the Polar Bar.
The Beggar's Dog and Widow's Cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.
The Gnat that sings his Summer song
Poison gets from Slander's tongue.
The poison of the Snake and Newt
Is the sweat of Envy's Foot.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the Lies you can invent.
It is right it should be so;
Man was made for Joy and Woe;
And when this we rightly know
Thro' the World we safely go.
Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are Born.
Every Morn and every Night
Some are Born to sweet delight.
Some are Born to sweet delight,
Some are Born to Endless Night. ~ William Blake, Auguries of Innocence,#NFDB
860:This was the first of the St. Augustines. Previous memos had borne messages from Zwingli, Lévi-Strauss, Rilke, Chekhov, Tillich, William Blake, Charles Olson and a Kiowa chief named Satanta. Naturally the person responsible for these messages became known throughout the company as the Mad Memo-Writer. I never referred to him that way because it was much too obvious a name. I called him Trotsky. There was no special reason for choosing Trotsky; it just seemed to fit. I wondered if he was someone I knew. Everybody seemed to think he was probably a small grotesque man who had suffered many disappointments in life, who despised the vast impersonal structure of the network and who was employed in our forwarding department, the traditional repository for all sex offenders, mutants and vegetarians. They said he was most likely a foreigner who lived in a rooming house in Red Hook; he spent his nights reading an eight-volume treatise on abnormal psychology, in small type, and he told his grocer he had been a Talmudic scholar in the old country. This was the consensus and maybe it had a certain logic. But I found more satisfaction in believing that Trotsky was one of our top executives. He made eighty thousand dollars a year and stole paper clips from the office. ~ Don DeLillo, #NFDB
861:When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep![a]
So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head,
That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved: so I said,
"Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head's bare,
You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair."
And so he was quiet; and that very night,
As Tom was a-sleeping, he had such a sight, -
That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black.
And by came an angel who had a bright key,
And he opened the coffins and set them all free;
Then down a green plain leaping, laughing, they run,
And wash in a river, and shine in the sun.
Then naked and white, all their bags left behind,
They rise upon clouds and sport in the wind;
And the angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy,
He'd have God for his father, and never want joy.
And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark,
And got with our bags and our brushes to work.
Though the morning was cold, Tom was happy and warm;
So if all do their duty they need not fear harm.
- "The Chimney Sweeper ~ William Blake,#NFDB
862:A great sorrow, and one that I am only beginning to understand: we don’t get to choose our own hearts. We can’t make ourselves want what’s good for us or what’s good for other people. We don’t get to choose the people we are.
Because—isn’t it drilled into us constantly, from childhood on, an unquestioned platitude in the culture—? From William Blake to Lady Gaga, from Rousseau to Rumi to Tosca to Mister Rogers, it’s a curiously uniform message, accepted from high to low: when in doubt, what to do? How do we know what’s right for us? Every shrink, every career counselor, every Disney princess knows the answer: “Be yourself.” “Follow your heart.”
Only here’s what I really, really want someone to explain to me. What if one happens to be possessed of a heart that can’t be trusted—? What if the heart, for its own unfathomable reasons, leads one willfully and in a cloud of unspeakable radiance away from health, domesticity, civic responsibility and strong social connections and all the blandly-held common virtues and instead straight towards a beautiful flare of ruin self-immolation, disaster? Is Kitsey right? If your deepest self is singing and coaxing you straight toward the bonfire, is it better to turn away? Stop your ears with wax? Ignore all the perverse glory your heart is screaming at you? ~ Donna Tartt,#NFDB
863:(about William Blake)
[Blake] said most of us mix up God and Satan. He said that what most people think is God is merely prudence, and the restrainer and inhibitor of energy, which results in fear and passivity and "imaginative death."
And what we so often call "reason" and think is so fine, is not intelligence or understanding at all, but just this: it is arguing from our *memory* and the sensations of our body and from the warnings of other people, that if we do such and such a thing we will be uncomfortable. "It won't pay." "People will think it is silly." "No one else does it." "It is immoral."
But the only way you can grow in understanding and discover whether a thing is good or bad, Blake says, is to do it. "Sooner strangle an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires."
For this "Reason" as Blake calls it (which is really just caution) continually nips and punctures and shrivels the imagination and the ardor and the freedom and the passionate enthusiasm welling up in us. It is Satan, Blake said. It is the only enemy of God. "For nothing is pleasing to God except the invention of beautiful and exalted things." And when a prominent citizen of his time, a logical, opining, erudite, measured, rationalistic, Know-it-all, warned people against "mere enthusiasm," Blake wrote furiously (he was a tender-hearted, violent and fierce red-haired man): "Mere enthusiasm is the All in All! ~ Brenda Ueland,#NFDB
864:Because--isn't it drilled into us constantly, from childhood on, an unquestioned platitude in the culture--? From William Blake to Lady Gaga, from Rousseau to Rumi to Tosca to Mister Rogers, it's a curiously uniform message, accepted from high to low: when in doubt, what to do? How do we know what's right for us? Every shrink, every career counselor, every Disney princess knows the answer: "Be yourself." "Follow your heart."
Only here's what I really, really want someone to explain to me. What if one happens to be possessed of a heart that can't be trusted--? What if the heart, for its own unfathomable reasons, leads one willfully and in a cloud of unspeakable radiance away from health, domesticity, civic responsibility and strong social connections and all the blandly-held common virtues and instead straight toward a beautiful flare of ruin, self-immolation, disaster?...If your deepest self is singing and coaxing you straight toward the bonfire, is it better to turn away? Stop your ears with wax? Ignore all the perverse glory your heart is screaming at you? Set yourself on the course that will lead you dutifully towards the norm, reasonable hours and regular medical check-ups, stable relationships and steady career advancement the New York Times and brunch on Sunday, all with the promise of being somehow a better person? Or...is it better to throw yourself head first and laughing into the holy rage calling your name? ~ Donna Tartt,#NFDB
865:SULLA PENA DI UN' ALTRO
Posso vedere la pena di un altro
e non soffrire anch'io?
Posso vedere la pena di un altro
e non cercare gentile sollievo?
Posso vedere una lacrima che cade
e non sentire la mia parte di dolore?
Può un padre vedere suo figlio che piange,
e non riempirsi di dolore?
Può una madre stare seduta a sentire
un bambino che geme una paura di bambino?
No, no mai può essere,
mai, mai può essere.
E può colui che sorride su tutti
udire lo scricciolo con piccoli dolori,
udire affanni & timori del piccolo uccello,
udire le pene che bambini sopportano,
e non stare accanto al nido
versando pietà nel loro petto,
e non sedere vicino alla culla
piangendo una lacrima per ogni lacrima di bambino,
e non sedere sia notte che giorno
asciugando via tutte le nostre lacrime'
Oh! no, mai può essere,
mai, mai può essere.
Egli dà la sua gioia a tutti,
egli diventa un piccolo bambino,
egli diventa un uomo in pena
egli pure sente dolore
Non pensare di potere singhiozzare un singhiozzo
senza che il tuo creatore ti sia vicino;
non pensare di potere piangere una lacrima,
senza che il tuo creatore ti sia accanto!
Oh! Egli ci dona la sua gioia
così da potere distruggere la nostra sofferenza;
finché la nostra sofferenza non è svanita via
egli ci siede accanto e piange.
Può una madre stare seduta a sentire ~ William Blake,#NFDB
866:What is the price of Experience? Do men buy it for a song?
Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price
Of all that a man hath, his house, his wife, his children
Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy
And in the wither'd field where the farmer ploughs for bread in vain
It is an easy thing to triumph in the summer's sun
And in the vintage and to sing on the waggon loaded with corn
It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted
To speak the laws of prudence to the homeless wanderer
To listen to the hungry raven's cry in wintry season
When the red blood is fill'd with wine and with the marrow of lambs
It is an easy thing to laugh at wrathful elements
To hear the dog howl at the wintry door, the ox in the slaughterhouse moan;
To see a god on every wind and a blessing on every blast
To hear sounds of love in the thunderstorm that destroys our enemies' house;
To rejoice in the blight that covers his field and the sickness that cuts off his children
While our olive and vine sing and laugh round our door and our children bring fruits and flowers
Then the groan and the dolour are quite forgotten and the slave grinding at the mill
And the captive in chains and the poor in the prison and the soldier in the field
When the shatter'd bone hath laid him groaning among the happier dead
It is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity:
Thus could I sing and thus rejoice: but it is not so with me. ~ William Blake,#NFDB
867:The sun descending in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
The moon, like a flower,
In heaven's high bower,
With silent delight
Sits and smiles on the night.
Farewell, green fields and happy groves,
Where flocks have took delight.
Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each sleeping bosom.
They look in every thoughtless nest,
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm.
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.
When wolves and tigers howl for prey,
They pitying stand and weep;
Seeking to drive their thirst away,
And keep them from the sheep.
But if they rush dreadful,
The angels, most heedful,
Receive each mild spirit,
New worlds to inherit.
And there the lion's ruddy eyes
Shall flow with tears of gold,
And pitying the tender cries,
And walking round the fold,
Saying, 'Wrath, by His meekness,
And, by His health, sickness
Is driven away
From our immortal day.
'And now beside thee, bleating lamb,
I can lie down and sleep;
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee and weep.
For, washed in life's river,
My bright mane for ever
Shall shine like the gold
As I guard o'er the fold.
- "Night ~ William Blake,#NFDB
868:Before I climbed Everest, I saved up to make an attempt on a peak called Ama Dablam, one of the classic and more technically difficult climbs in the higher Himalayas. For many of the weeks I was there, I climbed alone, plugged into my headphones and utterly absorbed in each step, each grip.
I was in tune with myself. I was in tune with the mountain. It was just the mountain and me.
During those times, I really had the chance to push my own boundaries a little. I found myself probing, being willing to push the risk envelope a bit.
I started to reach a little further for each hold, finely balanced on my crampons, taking a few extra risks - and I made swift, efficient progress. I was exploring my climbing limits and loving it.
When I reached the summit and watched in awe as the distant peak of Everest came into view, ten miles to the north, I knew I had the skills to scale that mountain, too.
William Blake said:
Great things are done when men and mountains meet. This is not done by jostling in the street.
He was right. We need time and space and adversity to really get to know ourselves. And you don’t always find that in the grind, when your head is down and you are living someone else’s dreams.
Wherever you are in your life, it is possible to find your own challenge and space. You don’t have to go to the jungle or the Himalayas - it is much more a state of mind than a physical location.
Mountains of the mind are around us all everywhere. And it is when we test ourselves that we begin to know ourselves. ~ Bear Grylls,#NFDB
869:White noise, impersonal roar. Deadening incandescence of the boarding terminals. But even these soul-free, sealed-off places are drenched with meaning, spangled and thundering with it. Sky Mall. Portable stereo systems. Mirrored isles of Drambuie and Tanqueray and Chanel No. 5. I look at the blanked-out faces of the other passengers—hoisting their briefcases, their backpacks, shuffling to disembark—and I think of what Hobie said: beauty alters the grain of reality. And I keep thinking too of the more conventional wisdom: namely, that the pursuit of pure beauty is a trap, a fast track to bitterness and sorrow, that beauty has to be wedded to something more meaningful. Only what is that thing? Why am I made the way I am? Why do I care about all the wrong things, and nothing at all for the right ones? Or, to tip it another way: how can I see so clearly that everything I love or care about is illusion, and yet—for me, anyway—all that’s worth living for lies in that charm? A great sorrow, and one that I am only beginning to understand: we don’t get to choose our own hearts. We can’t make ourselves want what’s good for us or what’s good for other people. We don’t get to choose the people we are. Because—isn’t it drilled into us constantly, from childhood on, an unquestioned platitude in the culture—? From William Blake to Lady Gaga, from Rousseau to Rumi to Tosca to Mister Rogers, it’s a curiously uniform message, accepted from high to low: when in doubt, what to do? How do we know what’s right for us? Every shrink, every career counselor, every Disney princess knows the answer: “Be yourself.” “Follow your heart. ~ Donna Tartt, #NFDB
870:The All Right Un
He came from "further out",
That land of fear and drought
And dust and gravel.
He got a touch of sun,
And rested at the run
Until his cure was done,
And he could travel.
When spring had decked the plain,
He flitted off again
As flit the swallows.
And from that western land,
When many months were spanned,
A letter came to hand,
Which read as follows:
"Dear Sir, I take my pen
In hopes that all their men
And you are hearty.
You think that I've forgot
Your kindness, Mr Scott;
Oh, no, dear sir, I'm not
That sort of party.
"You sometimes bet, I know.
Well, now you'll have a show
The 'books' to frighten.
Up here at Wingadee
Young Billy Fife and me
We're training Strife, and he
Is a all right un.
"Just now we're running byes,
But, sir, first time he tries
I'll send you word of.
And running 'on the crook'
Their measures we have took;
It is the deadest hook
You ever heard of.
299
"So when we lets him go,
Why then I'll let you know,
And you can have a show
To put a mite on.
Now, sir, my leave I'll take,
Yours truly, William Blake,
P.S. -- Make no mistake,
He's a all right un.
By next week's Riverine
I saw my friend had been
A bit too cunning.
I read: "The racehorse Strife
And jockey William Fife
Disqualified for life -Suspicious running."
But though they spoilt his game
I reckon all the same
I fairly ought to claim
My friend a white un.
For though he wasn't straight,
His deeds would indicate
His heart at any rate
Was "a all right un".
~ Banjo Paterson,#NFDB
871:Because I Would Not Admit
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
-William Blake
Because I would not admit
that I had nurtured
an enemy within my breasta lover who wanted to gnaw
my secret rose,
a lover who wanted to press me
between the covers of a book,
then burn it,
a lover-usurper who wanted
to take my soulI nearly died,
running my car upon rocks
like a badly steered sloop,
crashing into trees
like a hurricane gale,
burning my arms in ovens
(when I thought I was only
baking bread). . . .
To admit the betrayal
was worse than
the fact of betrayalfor I loved him
as leaves love sun,
turning my face to him,
turning my hips, my womb
to be filled with a dream
of children, a dream of books
& babies sprouting like leaves
from a spring tree,
a dream of trees that leaked blood
instead of sap. . . .
26
The dream¹s the thingthe dream we die for,
turning our faces to the sun,
eyes closed, never seeing it has
gone out:
dead star, it blazes coldly
over a dead planet
while we bask in its afterglow,
now remembered in the mind.
He was fond
of stars & telescopes;
fond of machines, fond
of building the most complex
contraptions
to scale the clouds.
But Icarus flies
near the sun with waxen wings,
& does not think of gears
or motors.
Trees rise up at him
as he falls; the earth
rushes to meet him
like a lover
raising her writhing hips;
the wings weep their waxy tears
& fall apart;
the sun is hot
on his face.
But even as he falls
he is in ecstasy;
his sun has not
gone out.
~ Erica Jong,#NFDB
872:Penso a ciò che mi disse Hobie: la bellezza cambia la venatura della realtà. E continuo a pensare anche a una verità più convenzionale: ovvero, che la ricerca della bellezza pura è una trappola, una scorciatoia per l’amarezza e il dolore, che la bellezza dev’essere sempre associata a qualcosa di più profondo.
Ma cos’è quel qualcosa? Perché sono fatto così? Perché tengo alle cose sbagliate, e non mi curo di quelle giuste? O, per metterla in un altro modo: come è possibile che, pur rendendomi conto che tutto quel che amo o che m’interessa è un’illusione, io continui a sentire che tutto ciò per cui vale la pena vivere risiede proprio in quell’illusione?
Un grande dolore, che comincio a comprendere solo adesso: il cuore non si sceglie. Non possiamo obbligarci a desiderare ciò che è bene per noi o per gli altri. Non siamo noi a determinare il tipo di persone che siamo.
Perché – non ci martellano forse fin dall’infanzia con l’idea opposta, un luogo comune profondamente radicato nella nostra cultura, da William Blake a Lady Gaga, da Rousseau a Rumi alla Tosca a Mister Rogers, un messaggio curiosamente uniforme, trasversale: se sei in dubbio, cosa fai? Come fai a sapere cosa è giusto per te? Ogni psicologo, ogni consulente del lavoro, ogni principessa Disney conosce la risposta: «Sii te stesso». «Segui il tuo cuore.»
Ma ecco ciò che vorrei davvero che qualcuno mi spiegasse. Cosa succede se ti ritrovi con un cuore inaffidabile? Se questo cuore, per ragioni imperscrutabili, ti porta ostinatamente, avvolto in una nube di indicibile fulgore, lontano da tutto ciò che è sano, dal conforto dei piaceri domestici, dal senso civico e dai legami sociali e da tutte quelle che vengono comunemente considerate virtù per trascinarti invece verso uno stupendo falò di rovina, immolazione e disastro? […] Se il tuo io più profondo ti conduce cantando dritto verso il fuoco, devi voltargli le spalle? Tapparti le orecchie con la cera? Ignorare il perverso splendore che il cuore ti grida contro? […] O è meglio tuffarsi di testa e con una risata nel sacro fuoco che chiama il tuo nome? ~ Donna Tartt,#NFDB
873:Because all such things are aspects of the holomovement, he feels it has no meaning to speak of consciousness and matter as interacting. In a sense, the observer is the observed. The observer is also the measuring device, the experimental results, the laboratory, and the breeze that blows outside the laboratory. In fact, Bohm believes that consciousness is a more subtle form of matter, and the basis for any relationship between the two lies not in our own level of reality, but deep in the implicate order. Consciousness is present in various degrees of enfoldment and unfoldment in all matter, which is perhaps why plasmas possess some of the traits of living things. As Bohm puts it, "The ability of form to be active is the most characteristic feature of mind, and we have something that is mindlike already with the electron. "11 Similarly, he believes that dividing the universe up into living and nonliving things also has no meaning. Animate and inanimate matter are inseparably interwoven, and life, too, is enfolded throughout the totality of the universe. Even a rock is in some way alive, says Bohm, for life and intelligence are present not only in all of matter, but in "energy, " "space, " "time, " "the fabric of the entire universe, " and everything else we abstract out of the holomovement and mistakenly view as separate things. The idea that consciousness and life (and indeed all things) are ensembles enfolded throughout the universe has an equally dazzling flip side. Just as every portion of a hologram contains the image of the whole, every portion of the universe enfolds the whole. This means that if we knew how to access it we could find the Andromeda galaxy in the thumbnail of our left hand. We could also find Cleopatra meeting Caesar for the first time, for in principle the whole past and implications for the whole future are also enfolded in each small region of space and time. Every cell in our body enfolds the entire cosmos. So does every leaf, every raindrop, and every dust mote, which gives new meaning to William Blake's famous poem:
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. ~ Michael Talbot,#NFDB
874:I am made to sow the thistle for wheat; the nettle for a nourishing dainty
I have planted a false oath in the earth, it has brought forth a poison tree
I have chosen the serpent for a councellor & the dog for a schoolmaster to my children
I have blotted out from light & living the dove & the nightingale
And I have caused the earthworm to beg from door to door
I have taught the thief a secret path into the house of the just
I have taught pale artifice to spread his nets upon the morning
My heavens are brass my earth is iron my moon a clod of clay
My sun a pestilence burning at noon & a vapor of death in night
What is the price of Experience do men buy it for a song
Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No it is bought with the price
Of all that a man hath his house his wife his children
Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy
And in the withered field where the farmer plows for bread in vain
It is an easy thing to triumph in the summers sun
And in the vintage & to sing on the waggon loaded with corn
It is an easy thing to talk of patience to the afflicted
To speak the laws of prudence to the houseless wanderer
To listen to the hungry ravens cry in wintry season
When the red blood is filled with wine & with the marrow of lambs
It is an easy thing to laugh at wrathful elements
To hear a dog howl at the wintry door, the ox in the slaughter house moan
To see a god on every wind & a blessing on every blast
To hear the sounds of love in the thunder storm that destroys our enemies house
To rejoice in the blight that covers his field, & the sickness that cuts off his children
While our olive & vine sing & laugh round our door & our children bring fruits and flowers
Then the groans & the dolor are quite forgotten & the slave grinding at the mill
And the captive in chains & the poor in the prison, & the soldier in the field
When the shattered bone hath laid him groaning among the happier dead
It is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity
Thus could I sing & thus rejoice, but it is not so with me! ~ William Blake,#NFDB
875:The Gates of Eden,” as he called it that night, took us furthest out into the realm of the imagination, to a point beyond logic and reason. Like “It’s Alright, Ma,” the song mentions a book title in its first line, but the song is more reminiscent of the poems of William Blake (and, perhaps, of Blake’s disciple Ginsberg) than it is of Tolstoy’s War and Peace, vaunting the truth that lies in surreal imagery. After an almost impenetrable first verse, the song approaches themes that were becoming familiar to Dylan’s listeners. In Genesis, Eden is the paradise where Adam and Eve had direct communication with God. According to “Gates of Eden,” it is where truth resides, without bewitching illusions. And the song is basically a list, verse after verse, of the corrosive illusions that Dylan would sing about constantly from the mid-1960s on: illusions about obedience to authority; about false religions and idols (the “utopian hermit monks” riding on the golden calf); about possessions and desire; about sexual repression and conformity (embodied by “the gray flannel dwarf”); about high-toned intellectualism. None of these count for much or even exist inside the gates of Eden. The kicker comes in the final verse, where the singer talks of his lover telling him of her dreams without any attempt at interpretation—and that at times, the singer thinks that the only truth is that there is no truth outside the gates of Eden. It’s a familiar conundrum: If there is no truth, isn’t saying as much really an illusion, too, unless we are all in Eden? (“All Cretans are liars,” says the Cretan.) What makes that one truth so special? But the point, as the lover knows, is that outside of paradise, interpretation is futile. Don’t try to figure out what the song, or what any work of art, “really” means; the meaning is in the imagery itself; attempting to define it is to succumb to the illusion that truth can be reached through human logic. So Dylan’s song told us, as he took the measure in his lyrics of what had begun as the “New Vision,” two and a half miles up Broadway from Lincoln Center at Columbia, in the mid-1940s. Apart from Dylan, Allen Ginsberg and Gregory Corso may have been the only people in Philharmonic Hall who got it. I ~ Sean Wilentz, #NFDB
876:I look at the blanked-out faces of the other passengers--hoisting their briefcases, their backpacks, shuffling to disembark--and I think of what Hobie said: beauty alters the grain of reality. And I keep thinking too of the more conventional wisdom: namely, that the pursuit of pure beauty is a trap, a fast track to bitterness and sorrow, that beauty has to be wedded to something more meaningful.
Only what is that thing? Why am I made the way I am? Why do I care about all the wrong things, and nothing at all for the right ones? Or, to tip it another way: how can I see so clearly that everything I love or care about is illusion, and yet--for me, anyway--all that's worth living for lies in that charm?
A great sorrow, and one that I am only beginning to understand: we don't get to choose our own hearts. We can't make ourselves want what's good for us or what's good for other people. We don't get to choose the people we are.
Because--isn't it drilled into us constantly, from childhood on, an unquestioned platitude in the culture--? From William Blake to Lady Gaga, from Rousseau to Rumi to Tosca to Mister Rogers, it's a curiously uniform message, accepted from high to low: when in doubt, what to do? How do we know what's right for us? Every shrink, every career counselor, every Disney princess knows the answer: "Be yourself." "Follow your heart."
Only here's what I really, really want someone to explain to me. What if one happens to be possessed of a heart that can't be trusted--? What if the heart, for its own unfathomable reasons, leads one willfully and in a cloud of unspeakable radiance away from health, domesticity, civic responsibility and strong social connections and all the blandly-held common virtues and instead straight toward a beautiful flare of ruin, self-immolation, disaster?...If your deepest self is singing and coaxing you straight toward the bonfire, is it better to turn away? Stop your ears with wax? Ignore all the perverse glory your heart is screaming at you? Set yourself on the course that will lead you dutifully towards the norm, reasonable hours and regular medical check-ups, stable relationships and steady career advancement the New York Times and brunch on Sunday, all with the promise of being somehow a better person? Or...is it better to throw yourself head first and laughing into the holy rage calling your name? ~ Donna Tartt,#NFDB
877:Music was a kind of penetration. Perhaps absorption is a less freighted word. The penetration or absorption of everything into itself. I don't know if you have ever taken LSD, but when you do so the doors of perception, as Aldous Huxley, Jim Morrison and their adherents ceaselessly remind us, swing wide open. That is actually the sort of phrase, unless you are William Blake, that only makes sense when there is some LSD actually swimming about inside you. In the cold light of the cup of coffee and banana sandwich that are beside me now it appears to be nonsense, but I expect you to know what it is taken to mean. LSD reveals the whatness of things, their quiddity, their essence. The wateriness of water is suddenly revealed to you, the carpetness of carpets, the woodness of wood, the yellowness of yellow, the fingernailness of fingernails, the allness of all, the nothingness of all, the allness of nothing. For me music gives access to everyone of these essences, but at a fraction of the social or financial cost of a drug and without the need to cry 'Wow!' all the time, which is LSD's most distressing and least endearing side effects.
...Music in the precision of its form and the mathematical tyranny of its laws, escapes into an eternity of abstraction and an absurd sublime that is everywhere and nowhere at once. The grunt of rosin-rubbed catgut, the saliva-bubble blast of a brass tube, the sweaty-fingered squeak on a guitar fret, all that physicality, all that clumsy 'music making', all that grain of human performance...transcends itself at the moment of its happening, that moment when music actually becomes, as it makes the journey from the vibrating instrument, the vibrating hi-fi speaker, as it sends those vibrations across to the human tympanum and through to the inner ear and into the brain, where the mind is set to vibrate to frequencies of its own making.
The nothingness of music can be moulded by the mood of the listener into the most precise shapes or allowed to float as free as thought; music can follow the academic and theoretical pattern of its own modality or adhere to some narrative or dialectical programme imposed by a friend, a scholar or the composer himself. Music is everything and nothing. It is useless and no limit can be set to its use. Music takes me to places of illimitable sensual and insensate joy, accessing points of ecstasy that no angelic lover could ever locate, or plunging me into gibbering weeping hells of pain that no torturer could ever devise. Music makes me write this sort of maundering adolescent nonsense without embarrassment. Music is in fact the dog's bollocks. Nothing else comes close. ~ Stephen Fry,#NFDB
878:Não, não há escapatória. Não existe céu com um pouco de inferno nele – não tentemos reter isso ou aquilo do mal em nossos corações ou em nossos bolsos. Satanás deve sair, cada fiapo, cada fio de cabelo.” (George MacDonald)
O poeta inglês William Blake (1757-1827) escreveu 'O Casamento do Céu e do Inferno'. Se escrevo sobre o Divórcio, não é porque me julgue à altura para antagonizar com tão grande gênio, nem porque tenha pleno conhecimento do que ele queria dizer. No entanto, em um sentido ou outro, é constante a tentativa de fazer tal casamento. Essa tentativa baseia-se na crença de que a realidade nunca se apresenta a nós como uma escolha inevitável entre 'isso ou aquilo'; de que, com habilidade, paciência e (sobretudo) tempo suficiente, seria possível encontrar uma maneira de acomodar as duas alternativas; e de que a simples evolução, adaptação ou refinamento conseguirá, de algum jeito, transformar o mal em bem, sem que sejamos interpelados a rejeitar, de modo definitivo e integral, aquilo que desejamos conservar. Essa crença é, a meu juízo, um erro desastroso. Você não pode levar toda a bagagem consigo em todas as viagens; em alguma jornada, sua mão e seu olho direitos podem estar entre as coisas que você terá de deixar para trás. Não vivemos num mundo onde todos os caminhos são como raios de um círculo, que, se suficientemente percorridos, gradualmente se aproximariam um do outro e, ao fim, convergiriam no centro; vivemos, sim, num mundo onde cada caminho, depois de alguns quilômetros, se bifurca e onde cada uma das duas ramificações, por sua vez, se biparte novamente; e, em cada encruzilhada, você precisa tomar uma decisão. Mesmo no nível biológico, a vida não é como um rio, e sim como uma árvore. A vida não flui no sentido da unidade, mas, ao contrário, afasta-se dela, e as criaturas se diferenciam entre si à medida que se aprimoram. O bem, quando amadurece, distingue-se não apenas do mal, mas também de outro bem.
Não creio que todos aqueles que optam por caminhos equivocados pereçam, mas seu resgate consiste em serem colocados de volta na estrada certa. Uma operação de adição pode ser corrigida: mas isso só pode ser feito retornando até encontrar o erro e refazendo o cálculo a partir dali; nunca simplesmente prosseguindo. O mal pode ser desfeito, mas não pode 'evoluir' para o bem. O tempo não o cura. O feitiço deve ser revertido, aos poucos, 'com sussurros de trás para frente, de poder disjuntivo' (peça ‘Comus’, do poeta inglês John Milton – 1608-1674) – ou, então, o encanto não cessará. É 'uma coisa ou outra'. Se insistirmos em preservar o Inferno (ou mesmo a Terra), não veremos o Céu: se aceitarmos o Céu, não poderemos guardar sequer o menor e o mais íntimo 'suvenir' do Inferno. Acredito, com efeito, que toda pessoa que alcançar o Céu descobrirá que o que abandonou (mesmo que seja arrancando seu olho direito) na verdade não era nada: que o cerne daquilo que estava ansiosamente procurando, mesmo em seus desejos mais pervertidos, estará lá, além das expectativas, aguardando por ela nos 'Países Altos'. Nesse sentido, os que tiverem completado a jornada (e somente estes) poderão verdadeiramente dizer que o bem está em tudo, e o Céu, em todo lugar. Entretanto, deste lado da estrada, não devemos tentar antecipar essa observação retrospectiva. Se o fizermos, provavelmente estaremos abraçando o falso e desastroso avesso e fantasia de que tudo é bom e de que todo lugar é o Céu.
Mas e a terra? – você perguntará. Imagino que, no fim, ninguém a achará um lugar muito diferente. Penso que, se escolhida em prejuízo do Céu, a terra acabará se revelando uma mera região no Inferno e, se colocada em segundo lugar, depois do Céu, se mostrará desde o início como uma parte do próprio Céu. ~ C S Lewis,#NFDB
879:JANUARY 26 Being Kind-I You often say, “I would give, but only to the deserving.” The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pastures. They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish. —KAHLIL GIBRAN The great and fierce mystic William Blake said, There is no greater act than putting another before you. This speaks to a selfless giving that seems to be at the base of meaningful love. Yet having struggled for a lifetime with letting the needs of others define me, I've come to understand that without the healthiest form of self-love—without honoring the essence of life that this thing called “self” carries, the way a pod carries a seed—putting another before you can result in damaging self-sacrifice and endless codependence. I have in many ways over many years suppressed my own needs and insights in an effort not to disappoint others, even when no one asked me to. This is not unique to me. Somehow, in the course of learning to be good, we have all been asked to wrestle with a false dilemma: being kind to ourselves or being kind to others. In truth, though, being kind to ourselves is a prerequisite to being kind to others. Honoring ourselves is, in fact, the only lasting way to release a truly selfless kindness to others. It is, I believe, as Mencius, the grandson of Confucius, says, that just as water unobstructed will flow downhill, we, given the chance to be what we are, will extend ourselves in kindness. So, the real and lasting practice for each of us is to remove what obstructs us so that we can be who we are, holding nothing back. If we can work toward this kind of authenticity, then the living kindness—the water of compassion—will naturally flow. We do not need discipline to be kind, just an open heart. Center yourself and meditate on the water of compassion that pools in your heart. As you breathe, simply let it flow, without intent, into the air about you. JANUARY 27 Being Kind-II We love what we attend. —MWALIMU IMARA There were two brothers who never got along. One was forever ambushing everything in his path, looking for the next treasure while the first was still in his hand. He swaggered his shield and cursed everything he held. The other brother wandered in the open with very little protection, attending whatever he came upon. He would linger with every leaf and twig and broken stone. He blessed everything he held. This little story suggests that when we dare to move past hiding, a deeper law arises. When we bare our inwardness fully, exposing our strengths and frailties alike, we discover a kinship in all living things, and from this kinship a kindness moves through us and between us. The mystery is that being authentic is the only thing that reveals to us our kinship with life. In this way, we can unfold the opposite of Blake's truth and say, there is no greater act than putting yourself before another. Not before another as in coming first, but rather as in opening yourself before another, exposing your essence before another. Only in being this authentic can real kinship be known and real kindness released. It is why we are moved, even if we won't admit it, when strangers let down and show themselves. It is why we stop to help the wounded and the real. When we put ourselves fully before another, it makes love possible, the way the stubborn land goes soft before the sea. Place a favorite object in front of you, and as you breathe, put yourself fully before it and feel what makes it special to you. As you breathe, meditate on the place in you where that specialness comes from. Keep breathing evenly, and know this specialness as a kinship between you and your favorite object. During your day, take the time to put yourself fully before something that is new to you, and as you breathe, try to feel your kinship to it. ~ Mark Nepo, #NFDB
880: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. A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage. A dove-house filled with doves and pigeons Shudders hell through all its regions. A dog starved at his master's gate Predicts the ruin of the state. A horse misused upon the road Calls to heaven for human blood. Each outcry of the hunted hare A fibre from the brain does tear. A skylark wounded in the wing, A cherubim does cease to sing. The game-cock clipped and armed for fight Does the rising sun affright. Every wolf's and lion's howl Raises from hell a human soul. The wild deer wandering here and there Keeps the human soul from care. The lamb misused breeds public strife, And yet forgives the butcher's knife. The bat that flits at close of eve Has left the brain that won't believe. The owl that calls upon the night Speaks the unbeliever's fright. He who shall hurt the little wren Shall never be beloved by men. He who the ox to wrath has moved Shall never be by woman loved. The wanton boy that kills the fly Shall feel the spider's enmity. He who torments the chafer's sprite Weaves a bower in endless night. The caterpillar on the leaf Repeats to thee thy mother's grief. Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the Last Judgment draweth nigh. He who shall train the horse to war Shall never pass the polar bar. The beggar's dog and widow's cat, Feed them, and thou wilt grow fat. The gnat that sings his summer's song Poison gets from Slander's tongue. The poison of the snake and newt Is the sweat of Envy's foot. The poison of the honey-bee Is the artist's jealousy. The prince's robes and beggar's rags Are toadstools on the miser's bags. A truth that's told with bad intent Beats all the lies you can invent. It is right it should be so: Man was made for joy and woe; And when this we rightly know Through the world we safely go. Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silken twine. The babe is more than swaddling bands, Throughout all these human lands; Tools were made and born were hands, Every farmer understands. Every tear from every eye Becomes a babe in eternity; This is caught by females bright And returned to its own delight. The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar Are waves that beat on heaven's shore. The babe that weeps the rod beneath Writes Revenge! in realms of death. The beggar's rags fluttering in air Does to rags the heavens tear. The soldier armed with sword and gun Palsied strikes the summer's sun. The poor man's farthing is worth more Than all the gold on Afric's shore. One mite wrung from the labourer's hands Shall buy and sell the miser's lands, Or if protected from on high Does that whole nation sell and buy. He who mocks the infant's faith Shall be mocked in age and death. He who shall teach the child to doubt The rotting grave shall ne'er get out. He who respects the infant's faith Triumphs over hell and death. The child's toys and the old man's reasons Are the fruits of the two seasons. The questioner who sits so sly Shall never know how to reply. He who replies to words of doubt Doth put the light of knowledge out. The strongest poison ever known Came from Caesar's laurel crown. Nought can deform the human race Like to the armour's iron brace. When gold and gems adorn the plough To peaceful arts shall Envy bow. A riddle or the cricket's cry Is to doubt a fit reply. The emmet's inch and eagle's mile Make lame philosophy to smile. He who doubts from what he sees Will ne'er believe, do what you please. If the sun and moon should doubt, They'd immediately go out. To be in a passion you good may do, But no good if a passion is in you. The whore and gambler, by the state Licensed, build that nation's fate. The harlot's cry from street to street Shall weave old England's winding sheet. The winner's shout, the loser's curse, Dance before dead England's hearse. Every night and every morn Some to misery are born. Every morn and every night Some are born to sweet delight. Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night. We are led to believe a lie When we see not through the eye Which was born in a night to perish in a night, When the soul slept in beams of light. God appears, and God is light To those poor souls who dwell in night, But does a human form display To those who dwell in realms of day. [1991.jpg] -- from William Blake: The Complete Poems, by William Blake
~ William Blake, Auguries of Innocence
,#NFDB
8 Poetry
4 Integral Yoga
1 Psychology
1 Philosophy
1 Mysticism
7 William Blake
3 Nolini Kanta Gupta
3 Jerusalum
3 Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02
01.08 - Walter Hilton: The Scale of Perfection, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
Blaise Pascal (1623-1662) William Blake: The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
Other Authors Nolini Kanta Gupta Poets and MysticsWalter Hilton: The Scale of Perfection
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Blaise Pascal (1623-1662) William Blake: The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
01.09 - William Blake: The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
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William Blake: The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
The ideal was Blake's. It will not sound so revolting if we understand what the poet meant by Hell. Hell, he explains, is simply the body, the Energy of Lifehell, because body and life on earth were so considered by the orthodox Christianity. The Christian ideal demands an absolute denial and rejection of life. Fulfilment is elsewhere, in heaven alone. That is, as we know, the ideal of the ascetic. The life of the spirit (in heaven) is a thing away from and stands against the life of the flesh (on earth). In the face of this discipline, countering it, Blake posited a union, a marriage of the two, considered incompatibles and incommensurables. Enfant terrible that he was, he took an infinite delight in a spirit of contradiction and went on expatiating on the glory of the misalliance. He declared a new apocalypse and said that Lucifer, the one called Satan, was the real God, the so-called Messiah the fake one: the apparent Milton spoke in praise of God and in dispraise of Satan, but the real, the esoteric Milton glorified Satan, who is the true God and minimised or caricatured the counterfeit or shadow God. Here is Blakean Bible in a nutshell:
01.10 - Nicholas Berdyaev: God Made Human, #Collected Works of Nolini Kanta Gupta - Vol 02, #Nolini Kanta Gupta, #Integral Yoga
William Blake: The Marriage of Heaven and Hell Aldous Huxley: The Perennial Philosophy
Other Authors Nolini Kanta Gupta Poets and MysticsNicholas Berdyaev: God Made Human
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William Blake: The Marriage of Heaven and Hell Aldous Huxley: The Perennial Philosophy
1.05 - THE HOSTILE BROTHERS - ARCHETYPES OF RESPONSE TO THE UNKNOWN, #Maps of Meaning, #Jordan Peterson, #Psychology
Keynes, G. (Ed.). (1966). The complete works of William Blake, with variant readings. London: Oxford
University Press.
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(relevance, in its most fundamental guise) that normally lie beyond [Huxley, A. (1956).] William Blakes doors of
perception, and that lend to existence itself its intrinsic (and sometimes overwhelming) meaning:
1.08 - RELIGION AND TEMPERAMENT, #The Perennial Philosophy, #Aldous Huxley, #Philosophy
In Christian art the Saviour has almost invariably been represented as slender, small-boned, unemphatically muscled. Large, powerful Christs are a rather shocking exception to a very ancient rule. Of Rubens crucifixions William Blake contemptuously wrote:
I understood Christ was a carpenter
1.10 - The Revolutionary Yogi, #Sri Aurobindo or the Adventure of Consciousness, #Satprem, #Integral Yoga
because there are no false experiences but only incomplete experiences, and then because Nirvana actually frees us from an illusion. Our usual way of seeing the world is deficient. It is like a very realistic optical illusion, as realistic as the broken appearance of a stick dipped in water, and just as erroneous. We must "cleanse the doors of perception," as William Blake said, and Nirvana helps us to do just that, albeit a bit radically. Usually, we see a three-dimensional world with a multitude of objects and beings separated from one 121
The Human Cycle, 15:177
1.wb - Auguries of Innocence, #unset, #Anonymous, #Various
Original Language English 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. A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage. A dove-house filled with doves and pigeons Shudders hell through all its regions. A dog starved at his master's gate Predicts the ruin of the state. A horse misused upon the road Calls to heaven for human blood. Each outcry of the hunted hare A fibre from the brain does tear. A skylark wounded in the wing, A cherubim does cease to sing. The game-cock clipped and armed for fight Does the rising sun affright. Every wolf's and lion's howl Raises from hell a human soul. The wild deer wandering here and there Keeps the human soul from care. The lamb misused breeds public strife, And yet forgives the butcher's knife. The bat that flits at close of eve Has left the brain that won't believe. The owl that calls upon the night Speaks the unbeliever's fright. He who shall hurt the little wren Shall never be beloved by men. He who the ox to wrath has moved Shall never be by woman loved. The wanton boy that kills the fly Shall feel the spider's enmity. He who torments the chafer's sprite Weaves a bower in endless night. The caterpillar on the leaf Repeats to thee thy mother's grief. Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the Last Judgment draweth nigh. He who shall train the horse to war Shall never pass the polar bar. The beggar's dog and widow's cat, Feed them, and thou wilt grow fat. The gnat that sings his summer's song Poison gets from Slander's tongue. The poison of the snake and newt Is the sweat of Envy's foot. The poison of the honey-bee Is the artist's jealousy. The prince's robes and beggar's rags Are toadstools on the miser's bags. A truth that's told with bad intent Beats all the lies you can invent. It is right it should be so: Man was made for joy and woe; And when this we rightly know Through the world we safely go. Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silken twine. The babe is more than swaddling bands, Throughout all these human lands; Tools were made and born were hands, Every farmer understands. Every tear from every eye Becomes a babe in eternity; This is caught by females bright And returned to its own delight. The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar Are waves that beat on heaven's shore. The babe that weeps the rod beneath Writes Revenge! in realms of death. The beggar's rags fluttering in air Does to rags the heavens tear. The soldier armed with sword and gun Palsied strikes the summer's sun. The poor man's farthing is worth more Than all the gold on Afric's shore. One mite wrung from the labourer's hands Shall buy and sell the miser's lands, Or if protected from on high Does that whole nation sell and buy. He who mocks the infant's faith Shall be mocked in age and death. He who shall teach the child to doubt The rotting grave shall ne'er get out. He who respects the infant's faith Triumphs over hell and death. The child's toys and the old man's reasons Are the fruits of the two seasons. The questioner who sits so sly Shall never know how to reply. He who replies to words of doubt Doth put the light of knowledge out. The strongest poison ever known Came from Caesar's laurel crown. Nought can deform the human race Like to the armour's iron brace. When gold and gems adorn the plough To peaceful arts shall Envy bow. A riddle or the cricket's cry Is to doubt a fit reply. The emmet's inch and eagle's mile Make lame philosophy to smile. He who doubts from what he sees Will ne'er believe, do what you please. If the sun and moon should doubt, They'd immediately go out. To be in a passion you good may do, But no good if a passion is in you. The whore and gambler, by the state Licensed, build that nation's fate. The harlot's cry from street to street Shall weave old England's winding sheet. The winner's shout, the loser's curse, Dance before dead England's hearse. Every night and every morn Some to misery are born. Every morn and every night Some are born to sweet delight. Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night. We are led to believe a lie When we see not through the eye Which was born in a night to perish in a night, When the soul slept in beams of light. God appears, and God is light To those poor souls who dwell in night, But does a human form display To those who dwell in realms of day. [1991.jpg] -- from William Blake: The Complete Poems, by William Blake
1.wb - Eternity, #unset, #Anonymous, #Various
Original Language English He who binds himself a joy Does the winged life destroy. But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise. [1991.jpg] -- from William Blake: The Complete Poems, by William Blake <
1.wb - Hear the voice of the Bard!, #unset, #Anonymous, #Various
Original Language English Hear the voice of the Bard! Who Present, Past, & Future, sees; Whose ears have heard The Holy Word That walk'd among the ancient trees, Calling the lapsed Soul, And weeping in the evening dew; That might control The starry pole, And fallen, fallen light renew! "O Earth, O Earth, return! Arise from out the dewy grass; Night is worn, And the morn Rises from the slumberous mass. "Turn away no more; Why wilt thout turn away? The starry floor, The wat'ry shore, Is giv'n thee till the break of day." [1982.jpg] -- from The Complete Illuminated Books, by William Blake <
1.wb - Of the Sleep of Ulro! and of the passage through, #Jerusalum, #unset, #Integral Yoga
Original Language English Of the Sleep of Ulro! and of the passage through Eternal Death! and of the awakening to Eternal Life This theme calls me in sleep night after night, & ev'ry morn Awakes me at sun-rise, then I see the Saviour over me Spreading his beams of love, & dictating the words of this mild song. [1982.jpg] -- from The Complete Illuminated Books, by William Blake <
1.wb - Reader! of books! of heaven, #Jerusalum, #unset, #Integral Yoga
Original Language English Reader! of books! of heaven, And of that God from whom Who in mysterious Sinais awful cave, To Man the Wond'rous art of writing gave, Again he speaks in thunder and in fire! Thunder of Thought, & flames of fierce desire: Even from the depths of Hell his voice I hear, Within the unfathomd caverns of my Ear. Therefore I print; nor vain my types shall be: Heaven, Earth & Hell, henceforth shall live in harmony [1982.jpg] -- from The Complete Illuminated Books, by William Blake <
1.wb - The Errors of Sacred Codes (from The Marriage of Heaven and Hell), #unset, #Anonymous, #Various
Original Language English All Bibles or sacred codes have been the causes of the following Errors: 1. That Man has two real existing principles Viz: a Body & a Soul. 2. That Energy, call'd Evil, is alone from the Body, & that Reason, call'd Good, is alone from the Soul. 3. That God will torment Man in Eternity for following his Energies. But the following Contraries to these are True: 1. 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. 2. Energy is the only life and is from the Body and Reason is the bound or outer circumference of Energy. 3. Energy is Eternal Delight. [1982.jpg] -- from The Complete Illuminated Books, by William Blake <
1.wb - Trembling I sit day and night, #Jerusalum, #unset, #Integral Yoga
Original Language English Trembling I sit day and night, my friends are astonish'd at me. Yet they forgive my wanderings, I rest not from my great task! To open the Eternal Worlds, to open the immortal Eyes Of Man inwards into the Worlds of Thought: into Eternity Ever expanding in the Bosom of God, the Human Imagination O Saviour pour upon me thy Spirit of meekness & love: Annihilate the Selfhood in me, be thou all my life! [1982.jpg] -- from The Complete Illuminated Books, by William Blake <
1.wby - An Acre Of Grass, #Yeats - Poems, #William Butler Yeats, #Poetry
Or that William Blake
Who beat upon the wall
Book of Imaginary Beings (text), #unset, #Anonymous, #Various
gold, which a goddess in William Blakes mythology caught
in silken nets for the delight of her lover; and the metal birds
Liber 46 - The Key of the Mysteries, #unset, #Anonymous, #Various
times.<William Blake for
the Book of Job. Counting the title page as zero for the Fool Trump,
--
would become wise. --- William Blake.>>
By changing the habits of the soul one certainly changes those of the
MoM References, #unset, #Anonymous, #Various
Keynes, G. (Ed.). (1966). The complete works of William Blake, with variant readings. London: Oxford
University Press.
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The noun william blake has 1 sense (no senses from tagged texts)
1. Blake, William Blake ::: (visionary British poet and painter (1757-1827))
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1 sense of william blake
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Blake, William Blake
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=> physical entity
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--- Hyponyms of noun william_blake
--- Synonyms/Hypernyms (Ordered by Estimated Frequency) of noun william_blake
1 sense of william blake
Sense 1
Blake, William Blake
INSTANCE OF=> poet
INSTANCE OF=> painter
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--- Grep of noun william_blake
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Rurouni Kenshin: Meiji Kenkaku Romantan - Ishinshishi e no Chinkonka -- -- Gallop -- 1 ep -- Manga -- Samurai Historical Drama Shounen -- Rurouni Kenshin: Meiji Kenkaku Romantan - Ishinshishi e no Chinkonka Rurouni Kenshin: Meiji Kenkaku Romantan - Ishinshishi e no Chinkonka -- The war against the Tokugawa Shogunate ended years ago. But there are some who are not happy with the outcome. Shigure Takimi watched his friends and family get slashed down in the name of freedom and prosperity. Now he and a band of desperate rebels have sworn to settle one final score. Only one man stands in their way: Kenshin Himura. But when Shigure discovers Kenshin's true identity as the Hitokiri Battousai, his fight becomes a personal vendetta. -- -- (Source: ANN) -- Movie - Dec 20, 1997 -- 44,896 7.56
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