William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

William Blake Quotes

  • ''Sound the Flute!
    Now it's mute.
    Birds delight
    Day and Night;''
    William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. From SONGS OF INNOCENCE. Spring (l. 1-4). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
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  • ''The Questioner, who sits so sly,
    Shall never know how to Reply.''
    William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. Auguries of Innocence (l. 93-94). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
  • ''Little Lamb,
    Here I am;
    Come and lick
    My white neck;''
    William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. From SONGS OF INNOCENCE. Spring (l. 19-22). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
  • ''To see a world in a grain of sand
    And a heaven in a wild flower,
    Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
    And eternity in an hour.''
    William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, engraver. Auguries of Innocence, l. 1-4, Poems from the Pickering Manuscript (c. 1803), repr. In Complete Writings, ed. Geoffrey Keynes (1957).
  • ''Little Boy
    Full of joy;
    Little Girl,
    Sweet and small;''
    William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. From Songs of Innocence. Spring (l. 10-13). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
  • ''Every morn and every night
    Some to misery are born.
    Every morn and every night
    Some are born to sweet delight.
    Some are born to sweet delight,
    Some are born to endless night.''
    William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, engraver. Auguries of Innocence, l. 119-24, Poems from the Pickering Manuscript (c. 1803), repr. In Complete Writings, ed. Geoffrey Keynes (1957). The last two lines of this passage were incorporated by Jim Morrison, of The Doors rock group, in his 1967 song End of the Night.
  • ''The Angel that presided o'er my birth
    Said, "Little creature, formed of Joy and Mirth,
    Go love without the help of any thing on earth.''
    William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. From Gnomic Verses. The Angel that presided o'er my birth (l. 1-3). . . Oxford Book of Short Poems, The. P. J. Kavanagh and James Michie, eds. Oxford University Press.
  • ''We are led to Believe a Lie
    When we see not Thro' the Eye''
    William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. Auguries of Innocence (l. 125-126). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
  • ''Ah! gentle may I lay me down, and gentle rest my head,
    And gentle sleep the sleep of death, and gentle hear the voice
    Of Him that walketh in the garden in the evening time!"''
    William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. The Book of Thel (Plate 1,, l. 12-14). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
  • ''Each outcry of the hunted hare
    A fibre from the brain does tear.''
    William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, engraver. Auguries of Innocence, l. 13-14, Keynes (1957).

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Best Poem of William Blake

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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Samson

Samson, the strongest of the children of men, I sing; how he was foiled by woman's arts, by a false wife brought to the gates of death! O Truth! that shinest with propitious beams, turning our earthly night to heavenly day, from presence of the Almighty Father, thou visitest our darkling world with blessed feet, bringing good news of Sin and Death

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