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
The selfish smiling fool, and the sullen frowning fool, shall be both thought wise, that they may be a rod.
He who would do good to another must do it in Minute Particulars: General Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite and flatterer
The road to excess leads to the palace of wisdom...for we never know what is enough until we know what is more than enough.
O Rose, thou art sick! The invisible worm, That flies in the night, In the howling storm, Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy; And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy
Every tear from every eye / Becomes a babe in Eternity.
A petty sneaking thief I knew - / O! Mr Cr-, how do you do?
Then every man of every clime,That prays in his distress,Prays to the human form divine,Love, Mercy, Pity, Peace.
Piping down the valleys wild, / Piping songs of pleasant glee, / On a cloud I saw a child.
I see every thing I paint in this world, but everybody does not see alike. To the eyes of a miser a guinea is more beautiful than the sun, and a bag worn with the use of money has more beautiful proportions than a vine filled with grapes.
The road to excess leads to the palace of wisdom... for we never know what is enough until we know what is more than enough.
I can look at the knot in a piece of wood until it frightens me.
He's a Blockhead who wants a proof of what he Can't Percieve And he's a Fool who tries to make such a Blockhead believe.
Children of the future AgeReading this indignant page,Know that in a former timeLove! sweet Love! was thought a crime.
Everything that lives, lives not alone, nor for itself.