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
God appears, and God is Light,To those poor souls who dwell in Night,But does a human form displayTo those who dwell in realms of day.
You never know what is enough unless you know more than enough.
The Desire of Man being Infinite, the possession is Infinite, and himself Infinite.
I have mental joys and mental health,Mental friends and mental wealth,I've a wife that I love and that loves me;I've all but riches bodily.
See what it is to play unfair!Where cheating is, there's mischief there.
Cruelty has a human heart, And jealousy a human face Terror, the human form divine, And secrecy, the human dress
Your chimneys I sweep and in soot I sleep.
They suppose that Woman's Love is Sin; in consequence all the Loves & Graces with them are Sin.
He who would see the Divinity must see him in his Children.
If you trap the moment before it's ripe, The tears of repentance you'll certainly wipe; But if once you let the ripe moment go, You can never wipe off the tears of woe
And because I am happy and dance and sing,They think they have done me no injury.
If the Sun and Moon should doubt, / They'd immediately go out.
The moon, like a flowerIn heaven's high bower,With silent delightSits and smiles on the night.
It is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity:Thus could I sing and thus rejoice: but it is not so with me.