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
If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear as it is - infinite
If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as if it is, infinite
The crow wished everything was black, the owl, that every thing was white.
Pity would be no more / If we did not make somebody poor; / And Mercy no more could be/ If all were as happy as we.
For he hears the lambs innocent call.And he hears the ewes tender reply.He is watchful while they are in peace.For they know when their Shepherd is nigh.
And we are put on earth a little spaceThat we may learn to bear the beams of love.
Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.
The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs,Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands.
I thought Love lived in the hot sunshine,But O, he lives in the moony light!I thought to find Love in the heat of day,But sweet Love is the comforter of night.
Every year we are growing by leaps and bounds.
Excess of sorrow laughs, excess of joy weeps.
Never seek to tell thy love, / Love that never told can be; / For the gentle wind does move / Silently, invisibly.
Great Men & Fools do often me InspireBut the Greater Fool the Greater Liar.
Father! father! where are you going? / O do not walk so fast. / Speak, father, speak to your little boy, / Or else I shall be lost.