General good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocite, flatterer. William Blake More Quotes by William Blake More Quotes From William Blake He who shall teach the child to doubtThe rotting grave shall ne'er get out. William Blake rotting graves children My Brother starv'd between two Walls,His Children's Cry my Soul appalls William Blake wall brother children A skylark wounded in the wing, / A cherubim does cease to sing. William Blake singing doe wings Grown old in love from seven till seven times seven,I oft have wished for Hell for ease from Heaven. William Blake hell ease heaven 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 mother sleep father The pure soul shall mount on native wings, . . . and cut a path into the heaven of glory. William Blake cutting wings heaven 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 voice heart children 'Come hither, my boy, tell me what thou seest there?' 'A fool tangled in a religious snare.' William Blake tangled religious boys 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 government white night Dear Mother, dear Mother, the Church is cold, But the Ale-house is healthy and pleasant and warm. William Blake healthy mother house 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 sister wall sleep Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? William Blake lambs sheep littles 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 whales eye self To my eye Rubens' colouring is most contemptible. His shadows are a filthy brown somewhat the colour of excrement. William Blake shadow eye criticism 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 kissing land wind Joy and woe are woven fine. William Blake woe woven joy 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 purple tyrants crush Enthusiastic Admiration is the first Principle of Knowledge and its last. William Blake lasts principles firsts Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy? William Blake bed desire boys Struggling in my father's hands, William Blake struggle mother father
