William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

William Blake Quotes

  • ''I wander thro' each charter'd street,
    Near where the charter'd Thames does flow,
    And mark in every face I meet
    Marks of weakness, marks of woe.''
    William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, engraver. Songs of Experience, "London," (1794), repr. In Complete Writings, ed. Geoffrey Keynes (1957).
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  • ''The enquiry in England is not whether a man has talents & genius, but whether he is passive & polite & a virtuous ass & obedient to noblemen's opinions in art & science. If he is, he is a good man. If not, he must be starved.''
    William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, engraver. repr. In Complete Writings, ed. Geoffrey Keynes (1957). Annotations to Sir Joshua Reynolds, Discourses (c. 1808).
  • ''I was angry with my friend:
    I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
    I was angry with my foe:
    I told it not, my wrath did grow.''
    William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, engraver. Songs of Experience, "A Poison Tree," st. 1 (1794), repr. In Complete Writings, ed. Geoffrey Keynes (1957).
  • ''The foundation of empire is art & science. Remove them or degrade them, & the empire is no more. Empire follows art & not vice versa as Englishmen suppose.''
    William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, engraver. repr. In Complete Writings, ed. Geoffrey Keynes (1957). Annotations to Sir Joshua Reynolds, Discourses (c. 1808).
  • '''O Earth, O Earth, return!
    'Arise from out the dewy grass;
    'Night is worn,
    'And the morn
    'Rises from the slumberous mass.''
    William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. Songs of Experience: Introduction (l. 11-15). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
  • ''In the morning glad I see
    My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree.''
    William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. A Poison Tree (l. 15-16). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
  • ''Hear the voice of the Bard!
    Who Present, Past and Future, sees;''
    William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. Songs of Experience: Introduction (l. 1-2). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
  • ''The Beggar's Rags, fluttering in Air,
    Does to Rags the Heavens tear.''
    William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. Auguries of Innocence (l. 75-76). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
  • ''On a cloud I saw a child,
    And he laughing said to me,

    "Pipe a song about a Lamb";
    So I piped with merry chear.
    "Piper pipe that song again"—
    So I piped, he wept to hear.

    "Drop thy pipe thy happy pipe
    Sing thy songs of happy chear";
    So I sung the same again
    While he wept with joy to hear.''
    William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. Songs of Innocence: Introduction (l. 3-11). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
  • ''A Robin Redbreast in a cage
    Puts all Heaven in a Rage.''
    William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, engraver. Auguries of Innocence, l. 5-6, Poems from the Pickering Manuscript (c. 1803), repr. In Complete Writings, ed. Geoffrey Keynes (1957).

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A Poison Tree

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I watered it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine.
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

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Love's Secret

Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart;
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears,
Ah! she did depart!

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