The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. William Blake More Quotes by William Blake More Quotes From William Blake 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 laughterlovesports Listen to the fool's reproach! It is a kingly title! William Blake reproachtitlesfool 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 journeytimesweet He who would do good to another must do it in minute particulars. William Blake minuteshypocriteaction 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 wallrunningmen 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 humblewhitesheep To Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. William Blake gratitudethankfulnessand-love Abstinence sows sand all over The ruddy limbs and flaming hair, But desire gratified Plants fruits of life and beauty there. William Blake desirehairlife 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 different-facesenvyrace 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 formlightdoe Forgive what you do not approve & love me for this energetic exertion of my talent William Blake energeticforgivingtalent 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 eagleswisdomdoe Where cheating is, there's mischief there. William Blake infidelitymischiefcheating Harmony of colouring is destructive of art? it is like the smile of a fool. William Blake harmonyfoolart Naught can deform the human race Like to the armor's iron brace. William Blake ironracemen Invention depends altogether upon execution or organization; as that is right or wrong so is the invention perfect or imperfect. William Blake executionorganizationperfect The generations of men run on in the tide of time, but leave their destined lineaments permanent for ever and ever. William Blake tidesrunningmen Innocence dwells with Wisdom, but never with ignorance. William Blake innocenceignorance There can be no Good Will. Will is always Evil; it is persecution to others or selfishness. William Blake persecutionselfishnessevil If you would help another man, you must do so in minute particulars. William Blake minuteshelpingmen
