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What the hammer? What the Chains? In what furnace was thy brain? Where the anvil? What dread grasp? Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
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William Blake |
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The nakedness of woman is the work of God.
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William Blake |
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The emmet's inch and eagle's mile Make lame philosophy to smile. He who doubts from what he sees Will ne'er believe, do what you please. - "Auguries of Innocence" --
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IV The bounded is loathed by its possessor. The same dull round even of a universe would soon become a mill with complicated wheels. V If the many become the same as the few, when possess'd, More! More! is the cry of a mistaken soul, less than All cannot satisfy Man. VI If any could desire what he is incapable of possessing, despair must be his eternal lot. VII The desire of Man being Infinite the possession is Infinite & himself In..
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imagination
limitation
wishful-thinking
possession
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William Blake |
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Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.
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sorrow
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William Blake |
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I sought my God and my God I couldn't find; I sought my soul and my soul eluded me;
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William Blake |
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I have no name I am but two days old.- What shall I call thee? I happy am Joy is my name,- Sweet joy befell thee! Pretty joy! Sweet joy but two days old. Sweet joy I call thee: Thou dost smile. I sing the while Sweet joy befell thee. - "Infant Joy"
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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 misused upon the road Calls to heaven for human blood. Each outcry of the hunted hare A fibre from the brain does tear. A skylark wounded in the wing, A cherubim does cease to sing. The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight Does the ris..
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William Blake |
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La Eternidad esta enamorada de las obras del tiempo.
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William Blake |
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Pluck thou my flower, Oothoon the mild; Another flower shall spring, because the soul of sweet delight Can never pass away.
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William Blake |
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The reason Milton wrote in fetters when he wrote of Angels & God, and at liberty when of Devils & Hell, is because he was a true Poet and of the Devil's party without knowing it.
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poetry
god
milton
liberty
devil
hell
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The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure.
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time
wisdom
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William Blake |
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If a thing loves, it is infinite.
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William Blake |
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And throughout all Eternity I forgive you, you forgive me.
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Energy is the only life and is from the Body and Reason is the bound or outward circumference of Energy.
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reason
life
form
energy
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William Blake |
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The modest Rose puts forth a Thorn. The humble Sheep a threat'ning Horn. While the Lily white shall in love delight. Nor a Thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.
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Ah Sun-flower! weary of time, Who countest the steps of the Sun: Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done. Where the Youth pined away with desire, And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow: Arise from their graves and aspire, Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.
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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 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. Each outcry of the hunted Hare A fiber from the B..
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William Blake |
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El mejor vino es el mas viejo, la mejor agua es la mas nueva.
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William Blake |
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speak silence with thy glimmering eyes, And wash the dusk with silver.
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A flower was offered to me, Such a flower as May never bore; But I said "I've a pretty rose tree," And I passed the sweet flower o'er. Then I went to my pretty rose tree, To tend her by day and by night; But my rose turned away with jealousy, And her thorns were my only delight."
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William Blake |
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I said: 'Thou thing of patches, rings, Pins, necklaces and suchlike things,
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William Blake |
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none can desire what he has not perceiv'd.
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William Blake |
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And we are put on earth a little space, that we may learn to bear the beams of love;
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The Lily of the valley, breathing in the humble grass Answer'd the lovely maid and said: "I am a watry weed, And I am very small, and love to dwell in lowly vales; So weak, the gilded butterfly scarce perches on my head; Yet I am visited from heaven, and he that smiles on all Walks in the valley and each morn over me spreads his hand, Saying: 'Rejoice, thou humble grass, thou new-born lily flower,"
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Arise you little glancing wings, and sing your infant joy! Arise and drink your bliss, for every thing that lives is holy!
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William Blake |
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And, father, how can I love you Or any of my brothers more? I love you like the little bird That picks up crumbs around the door.
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William Blake |
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The Holy Word That walk'd among the ancient trees, Calling the lapsed soul, And weeping in the evening dew; That might control
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He who would do good to another must do it in Minute Particulars: General Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite & flatterer..
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William Blake |
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Once a dream did weave a shade O'er my angel-guarded bed, That an emmet lost its way Where on grass methought I lay. Troubled, wildered, and forlorn, Dark, benighted, travel-worn, Over many a tangle spray, All heart-broke, I heard her say: 'Oh my children! do they cry, Do they hear their father sigh? Now they look abroad to see, Now return and weep for me.' Pitying, I dropped a tear: But I saw a glow-worm near, Who replied, 'What wailing w..
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SOME ARE BORN TO SWEET DELIGHT SOME ARE BORN TO ENDLESS NIGHT
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William Blake |
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He who sees the Infinite in all things sees God. He who sees the Ratio only sees himself only.
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William Blake |
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Did he who made the lamb make thee?
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christianity
religion
god
william-blake
innocence
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William Blake |
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When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with their tears:
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William Blake |
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A happy fly If I live Or if I die
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William Blake |
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In every cry of every man, In every infant's cry of fear, In every voice, in every ban, The mind-forged manacles I hear.
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William Blake |
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Los Sexos nacidos del Orgullo y la Verguenza florecieron en la manana y en la noche murieron;
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William Blake |
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All that we saw was owing to your metaphysics.
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Fun I love, but too much fun is of all things the most loathsome. Mirth is better than fun, and happiness is better than mirth. I feel that a man may be happy in this world. And I know that this world is a world of imagination and vision. I see every thing I paint in this world, but everybody does not see alike. To the eyes of a miser a guinea is far more beautiful than the Sun, and a bag worn with the use of money has more beautiful propor..
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Answer this to yourselves, & expel from among you those who pretend to despise the labours of Art & Science, which alone are the labours of the Gospel: Is not this plain & manifest to the thought? Can you think at all, & not pronounce heartily! That to Labour in Knowledge. is to Build up Jerusalem: and to Despise Knowledge, is to Despise Jerusalem & her Builders. And remember: He who despises & mocks a Mental Gift in another; calling it pri..
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gifts
sin
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Little Lamb, who made thee Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life, and bid thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little Lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Little Lamb, I'll tell thee; Little Lamb, I'll tell thee: He is called by thy name, For..
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And did the Countenance Divine, Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
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I know of no other Christianity and of no other Gospel than the liberty both of body & mind to exercise the Divine Arts of Imagination Imagination the real & eternal World of which this Vegetable Universe is but a faint shadow & in which we shall live in our Eternal or Imaginative Bodies, when these Vegetable Mortal Bodies are no more. The Apostles knew of no other Gospel.
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lnmru ! lnmr ! 'yh lqT lbry y mn tsht`lu bhan fy lGbti llyly@ 'y 'yd in w`ywn in 'bdy@ shklt hdh ljml lbry fy `dhwb@ in w`fwy@ ? mn 'sh`la lnra fy tlka l`ywn i l`sly@ ? wb'y '`mq in 'w smwtin `lwy@ shklt hdh ljml w'y jnH in yjrw' n ytmn~ 'w ykhtr w'y yd in ymknh 'n tSTd a lnr ? 'y qdr@ 'w 'y mhr@ khlqt tlk lthny wzr`t fyka ljsr@ `ndm ybd'u qlbk a fy lhjwm bmkhlbin qwyin wydin mn Hdyd klmTrq@ 'w slsl lfwldh lmtyn@ tqbD `l~ lfrys..
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