William Blake

(28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827 / London)

William Blake Quotes

  • ''How sweet I roam'd from field to field
    And tasted all the summer's pride,
    Till I the Prince of Love beheld
    Who in the sunny beams did glide!''
    William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. How sweet I roam'd from field to field (l. 1-4). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
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  • ''Man has no Body distinct from his Soul; for that call'd Body is a portion of Soul discern'd by the five Senses, the chief inlets of Soul in this age.''
    William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, engraver. The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, plate 4, "The Voice of the Devil," (1790-1793).
  • ''With sweet May dews my wings were wet,
    And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage;
    He caught me in his silken net,
    And shut me in his golden cage.

    He loves to sit and hear me sing,
    Then, laughing, sports and plays with me;
    Then stretches out my golden wing,
    And mocks my loss of liberty.''
    William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. How sweet I roam'd from field to field (l. 9-16). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
  • ''The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of ainstruction.''
    William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, engraver. The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, plate 9, "Proverbs of Hell," (c. 1793), repr. In Complete Writings, ed. Geoffrey Keynes (1957).
  • ''I askèd a thief to steal me a peach
    He turned up his eyes
    I ask'd a lithe lady to lie her down
    Holy & meek she cries—

    As soon as I went
    An angel came.
    He wink'd at the thief
    And smild at the dame—

    And without one word said
    Had a peach from the tree
    And still as a maid
    Enjoy'd the lady.''
    William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. I Askèd a Thief (l. 1-12). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
  • ''The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.''
    William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, engraver. The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, plate 7, "Proverbs of Hell," (c. 1793), repr. In Complete Writings, ed. Geoffrey Keynes (1957).
  • ''The record of one's life must needs prove more interesting to him who writes it than to him who reads what has been written.
    "I have no name:
    "I am but two days old."
    What shall I call thee?
    "I happy am,
    "Joy is my name."
    Sweet joy befall thee!''
    William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, engraver, and Martha Ostenso. repr. In Complete Writings, ed. Geoffrey Keynes (1957). "Infant Joy," st. 1, Songs of Innocence (1789).
  • ''The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind.''
    William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, engraver. The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, plates 17-20, "A Memorable Fancy," (c. 1793), repr. In Complete Writings, ed. Geoffrey Keynes (1957).
  • ''I have no name.
    I am but two days old.
    What shall I call thee?
    I happy am,
    Joy is my name.
    Sweet joy befall thee!''
    William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, mystic. From SONGS OF INNOCENCE. Infant Joy (l. 1-6). . . The Complete Poems [William Blake]. Alicia Ostriker, ed. (1977) Penguin Books.
  • ''If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.''
    William Blake (1757-1827), British poet, painter, engraver. The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, plate 7, "Proverbs of Hell," (c. 1793), repr. In Complete Writings, ed. Geoffrey 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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