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
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.
There is a smile of love,And there is a smile of deceit,And there is a smile of smilesIn which these two smiles meet.
Wandering in many a coral grove, / Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry!
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?
What is the Divine Spirit? Is the Holy Ghost any other than an Intellectual fountain?
When the doors of perception are cleansed, man will see things as they truly are, infinite.