William Blake
William Blake
William Blakewas an English poet, painter, and printmaker. Largely unrecognised during his lifetime, Blake is now considered a seminal figure in the history of the poetry and visual arts of the Romantic Age. His prophetic works have been said to form "what is in proportion to its merits the least read body of poetry in the English language". His visual artistry led one contemporary art critic to proclaim him "far and away the greatest artist Britain has ever produced". In...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPhilosopher
Date of Birth28 November 1757
Since the French Revolution Englishmen are all intermeasurable one by another, certainly a happy state of agreement to which I forone do not agree.
Mutual forgiveness of each vice. Such are the Gates of Paradise.
Bring me an axe and spade, Bring me a winding-sheet; When I my grave have made Let winds and tempests beat: Then down I'll lie as cold as clay. True love doth pass away!
Nothing is real beyond imaginative patterns men make of reality.
The wrath of the lion is the wisdom of God.
For the Eye altering alters all; The Senses roll themselves in fear And the flat Earth becomes a Ball.
The worship of God is, Honouring his gifts in other men each according to his genius, and loving the greatest men best; those who envy or calumniate great men hate God, for there is no other God.
He who does not imagine in stronger and better lineaments, and in stronger and better light than his perishing and mortal eye can see, does not imagine at all.
God is the poetic genius in each of us.
Poetry, Painting & Music, the three Powers in man of conversing with Paradise, which the flood did not sweep away.
Silent as despairing love, and strong as jealousy...
For where'er the sun does shine, And where'er the rain does fall, Babe can never hunger there, Nor poverty the mind appall.
The eye sees more than the heart knows.
All the destruction in Christian Europe has arisen from deism, which is natural religion.