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
On no other ground Can I sow my seed Without tearing up Some stinking weed.
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
Innocence dwells with Wisdom, but never with ignorance...
Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silken twine.
Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.
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.
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.
When thou seest an eagle, thou seest a portion of genius; lift up thy head!
God forbid that Truth should be confined to Mathematical Demonstration!
Reason, or the ratio of all we have already known, is not the same that it shall be when we know more.
Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty !
Does a firm persuasion that a thing is so, make it so?
To create a little flower is the labor of ages.