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Without contraries there is no progression.
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William Blake |
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Opposition is true Friendship.
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William Blake |
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When the stars threw down their spears And watered heaven with their tears: Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee? -
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religion
god
tyger
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William Blake |
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Dip him in the river who loves water.
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water
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William Blake |
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What is the price of Experience? Do men buy it for a song? Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price Of all that a man hath, his house, his wife, his children Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to buy And in the wither'd field where the farmer ploughs for bread in vain It is an easy thing to triumph in the summer's sun And in the vintage and to sing on the waggon loaded with corn It is an easy..
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William Blake |
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He who replies to words of doubt doth put the light of knowledge out.
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science
knowledge
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William Blake |
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ltra l`lm fy Hb@ rml, wlsm fy zhr@ bry@,
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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. Songs of Innocence Cruelty has a human heart And jealousy a human face, Terror the human form divine, And secrecy the human dress. The human dress is forged iron, The human form a fiery forge, The human face a furnace seal'd,
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innocence
human-nature
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William Blake |
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How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring?
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poetry
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William Blake |
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I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door; So I turn'd to the Garden of Love, That so many sweet flowers bore. And I saw it was filled with graves, And tomb-stones where flowers should be: And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, And binding with briar..
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poetry
religion
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William Blake |
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The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey.
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pluralism
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William Blake |
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Fiery the Angels rose, and as they rose deep thunder roll'd Around their shores, indignant burning with the fires of Orc...
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William Blake |
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Always be ready to speak your mind and a base man will avoid you.
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William Blake |
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Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face; Terror the human form divine, And Secresy the human dress. The human dress is forged iron, The human form a fiery forge, The human face a furnace sealed, The human heart its hungry gorge. - "A DIVINE IMAGE"
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William Blake |
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And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green And was the holy lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen And did the countenance divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills And was Jerusalem builded here Among those dark Satanic mills Bring me my bow of burning gold Bring me my arrows of desire Bring me my spears o'clouds unfold Bring me my chariot of fire I will not cease from mental fight Nor shall my sword sl..
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William Blake |
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Oh! why was I born with a different face? why was I not born like the rest of my race? when
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William Blake |
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I am made to sow the thistle for wheat; the nettle for a nourishing dainty I have planted a false oath in the earth, it has brought forth a poison tree I have chosen the serpent for a councellor & the dog for a schoolmaster to my children I have blotted out from light & living the dove & the nightingale And I have caused the earthworm to beg from door to door I have taught the thief a secret path into the house of the just I have taught ..
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William Blake |
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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. In every cry of every Man, In every Infants cry of fear, In every voice: in every ban, The mind-forg'd manacles I hear How the Chimney-sweepers cry Every blackning Church appalls, And the hapless Soldiers sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls But most thro' midnight streets I hear How th..
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poetry
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William Blake |
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excuse my enthusiasm or rather madness, for I am really drunk with intellectual vision whenever I take a pencil or graver into my hand.
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madness
inspiration
intellectual
enthusiasm
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William Blake |
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And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears;
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William Blake |
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The prince's robes and beggar's rags, Are toadstools on the miser's bags. A truth that's told with bad intent, Beats all the lies you can invent
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William Blake |
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It is right it should be so; Man was made for joy and woe; And when this we rightly know, Thro' the world we safely go. Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silken twine. - "Auguries of Innocence"
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William Blake |
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The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.
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thankfulness
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William Blake |
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The Devil answer'd: bray a fool in a morter with wheat, yet shall not his folly be beaten out of him; if Jesus Christ is the greatest man, you ought to love him in the greatest degree; now hear how he has given his sanction to the law of ten commandments: did he not mock at the sabbath, and so mock the sabbaths God? murder those who were murder'd because of him? turn away the law from the woman taken in adultery? steal the labor of others t..
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religion
iconoclasm
intuitive-ethics
sophistry
heresy
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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. Can I see a falling tear. And not feel my sorrows share, Can a father see his child, Weep, nor be with sorrow fill'd. Can a mother sit and hear, An infant groan, an infant fear- No no never can it be, Never, never can it be. -
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empathy
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William Blake |
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We become what we behold.
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William Blake |
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Everything possible to be believed is an image of truth.
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William Blake |
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He who mocks the infant's faith Shall be mock'd in age and death. He who shall teach the child to doubt The rotting grave shall ne'er get out. He who respects the infant's faith Triumphs over hell and death. The child's toys and the old man's reasons Are the fruits of the two seasons. - "Auguries of Innocence"
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William Blake |
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The ancient Poets animated all sensible objects with Gods or Geniuses, calling them by the names and adorning them with the properties of woods, rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their enlarged & numerous senses could perceive. And particularly they studied the genius of each city & country, placing it under its mental deity; Till a system was formed, which some took advantage of & enslav'd the vulgar by attempting to ..
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William Blake |
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And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, And binding with briars, my joys & desires.
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joy
religion
love
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William Blake |
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But to go to school in a summer morn, O! It drives all joy away; Under a cruel eye outworn,
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school
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William Blake |
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But when he has done this, let him not say that he knows better than his master, for he only holds a candle in sunshine.
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William Blake |
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It is right it should be so: Man was made for joy and woe;
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William Blake |
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Time is the mercy of Eternity; without Time's swiftness/ Which is the swiftest of all things: all were eternal torment.
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William Blake |
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May God us keep
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William Blake |
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The ancient tradition that the world will be consumed in fire at the end of six thousand years is true, as I have heard from Hell. For the cherub with his flaming sword is hereby commanded to leave his guard at tree of life, and when he does, the whole creation will be consumed, and appear infinite, and holy whereas it now appears finite & corrupt.
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heresy
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William Blake |
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That which can be made Explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.
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William Blake |
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Shame is Prides cloke.
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William Blake |
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A dead body revenges not injuries.
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William Blake |
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I give you the end of a golden string, Only wind it into a ball,
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William Blake |
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WHEN the voices of children are heard on the green, And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast, And everything else is still. Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down, And the dews of night arise; Come, come, leave off play, and let us away Till the morning appears in the skies. No, no, let us play, for it is yet day, And we cannot go to sleep; Besides, in the sky the little birds fly, ..
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William Blake |
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Thou art a man God is no more
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spiritual
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William Blake |
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Pity would be no more, If we did not make somebody poor.
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William Blake |
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Down the winding cavern we groped our tedious way, till a void boundless as the nether sky appeared beneath us, and we held by the roots of trees and hung over this immensity; but I said: if you please we will commit ourselves to this void and see whether providence is here also.
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William Blake |