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To see a World in a Grain of San
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wonder
inspirational
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William Blake |
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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.
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wonder
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William Blake |
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A truth that's told with bad intent Beats all the lies you can invent.
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religion
philosophy
truth
logic
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William Blake |
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If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.
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perception
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William Blake |
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Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night,
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William Blake |
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Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.
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self-control
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William Blake |
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What is now proved was once only imagined.
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english-poet
inspirational
willpower
knowledge
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William Blake |
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I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's. I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.
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William Blake |
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The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
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wisdom
life-experience
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William Blake |
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You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.
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William Blake |
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Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born. Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight, Some are born to Endless Night.
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William Blake |
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Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
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time
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William Blake |
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Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.
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William Blake |
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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 water'd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears; And I sunned it with my 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 veil'd the pole: In the ..
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William Blake |
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A man can't soar too high, when he flies with his own wings.
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inspirational
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William Blake |
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The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom...You never know what is enough until you know what is more than enough.
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William Blake |
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Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.
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inspiration
unschooling
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William Blake |
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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. -
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rage
grudges
venting
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William Blake |
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Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.
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William Blake |
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He who binds to himself a jo
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wisdom
inspirational
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William Blake |
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He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy;
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wisdom
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William Blake |
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This life's dim windows of the soul Distorts the heavens from pole to pole
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William Blake |
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Better to shun the bait than struggle in the snare.
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wisdom
inspirational
common-sense
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William Blake |
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489b132
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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.
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William Blake |
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Man was made for joy and woe Then when this we rightly know Through the world we safely go.
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William Blake |
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Exuberance is beauty.
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inspirational
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William Blake |
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2fed789
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For every thing that lives is Holy.
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William Blake |
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For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength and breath And the want Of thought is death Then am I A happy fly
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William Blake |
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A Robin Redbreast in a Cage Puts all Heaven in a Rage. A dove house fill'd with doves and pigeons Shudders Hell thro' all its regions. A Dog starv'd at his Master's Gate Predicts the ruin of the State. A Horse misus'd upon the Road Calls to Heaven for Human blood.
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William Blake |
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The fool who persists in his folly will become wise.
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William Blake |
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The tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.
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William Blake |
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Can I see anothers woe, And not be in sorrow too. Can I see anothers grief, And not seek for kind relief. -
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empathy
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William Blake |
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Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be; For the gentle wind doth 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! Soon after she was gone from me, A traveller came by, Silently, invisibly: He took her with a sigh. - "LOVE'S SECRET" --
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William Blake |
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Expect poison from the standing water.
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middle-america
society
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William Blake |
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Prisons are built with stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of Religion
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william blake |
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For Mercy has a human heart Pity, a human face: And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.
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William Blake |
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Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare sieze the fire? And what shoulder, & what art. Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? & what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace ..
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William Blake |
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Children of the future age Reading this indignant page
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William Blake |
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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. A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage. A dove-house filled with doves and pigeons Shudders hell through all its regions.
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William Blake |
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Little Fly Thy summers play, My thoughtless hand Has brush'd away. Am not I A fly like thee? Or art not thou A man like me? For I dance And drink & sing: Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength & breath: And the want Of thought is death; Then am I A happy fly, If I live, Or if I die
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fragility-of-life
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William Blake |
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The Prophets Isaiah and Ezekiel dined with me, and I asked them how they dared so roundly to assert, that God spoke to them; and whether they did not think at the time, that they would be misunderstood, & so be the cause of imposition. Isaiah answer'd, I saw no God, nor heard any, in a finite organical perception; but my senses discover'd the infinite in every thing, and as I was then persuaded, & remain confirm'd; that the voice of honest ..
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writing
inspiration
pantheism
sword-sentiments
justice
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William Blake |
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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. -
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virtue
innocence-lost
innocence
seduction
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William Blake |
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Sooner strangle an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires.
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William Blake |
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Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.
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william-blake
innocence
pity
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William Blake |