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 More Quotes by William Blake More Quotes From William Blake Bring me an axe and spade, William Blake wind love lying Mercy, Pity, Peace William Blake pity mercy world Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage. William Blake desperate future rage The Goddess Fortune is the devil's servant, ready to kiss any one's ass. William Blake kissing luck god 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 yew air love The Fool shall not enter into Heaven let him be ever so Holy. William Blake holy fool heaven 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 mother father children How can a bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? William Blake cages joy bird The atoms of Democritus William Blake light israel sea 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 angel light hair 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 cities names rivers Ages are All Equal. / But Genius is Always Above The Age. William Blake equal genius age 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 sweet baby night 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 angel eye lying Nothing can be more contemptible than to suppose Public Records to be true. William Blake bureaucracy being-true records The Vision of Christ that thou dost see, William Blake hate doors heaven 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 knaves men ideas He who makes his law a curse, by his own law shall surely die. William Blake curse revenge law Think not thou canst sigh a sigh William Blake tears god thinking 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 angel joy love
