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
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,Dreaming in the joys of night;Sleep, sleep; in thy sleepLittle sorrows sit and weep.
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright, Dreaming in the joys of night; Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep Little sorrows sit and weep.
The crow wished everything was black, the owl, that every thing was white.
The Child's Toys and the Old Man's ReasonsAre the Fruits of the Two seasons.
The caterpillar on the leaf / Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
The fields from Islington to Marybone, / To Primrose Hill and Saint John's Wood, / Were builded over with pillars of gold; / And there Jerusalem's pillars stood.
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.
And I made a rural pen, / And I stained the water clear, / And I wrote my happy songs / Every child may joy to hear.
The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs,Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands.
The essentials to happiness are something to love, something to do, and something to hope for.
The head Sublime, the heart Pathos, the genitals Beauty, the hands & feet Proportion.
The harlot's cry from street to street / Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.
The Desire of Man being Infinite, the possession is Infinite, and himself Infinite.
Am not IA fly like thee?Or art not thouA man like me?