William Blake
William Blake
William Blakewas an English poet, painter, and printmaker. Largely unrecognised during his lifetime, Blake is now considered a seminal figure in the history of the poetry and visual arts of the Romantic Age. His prophetic works have been said to form "what is in proportion to its merits the least read body of poetry in the English language". His visual artistry led one contemporary art critic to proclaim him "far and away the greatest artist Britain has ever produced". In...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPhilosopher
Date of Birth28 November 1757
I cry, Love! Love! Love! happy happy Love! free as the mountain wind!
He who pretends to be either painter or engraver without being a master of drawing is an imposter.
The fox condemns the trap, not himself.
He who would do good to another must do it in minute particulars.
We are here to learn to endure the beams of love
A dog starved at his master's gate Predicts the ruin of the state.
As we are, so we see.
The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest.
Like a fiend in a cloud, With howling woe After night I do crowd And with night will go; I turn my back to the east, From whence comforts have increased; For light cloth seize my brain With frantic pain.
England! awake! awake! awake! Jerusalem thy sister calls! Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death And close her from thy ancient walls?
A musician, an artist, an architect: the man or woman who is not one of these is not a Christian.
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.
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy.
I have conversed with the spiritual Sun. I saw him on Primrose Hill