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
I have conversed with the spiritual Sun. I saw him on Primrose Hill
The world of imagination is the world of eternity.
Gratitude, in itself, is heaven.
A dog starved at his master's gate Predicts the ruin of the state.
I cry, Love! Love! Love! happy happy Love! free as the mountain wind!
The look of love alarms Because 'tis filled with fire; But the look of soft deceit Shall sin the lover's hire.
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.
Let men do their duty and the women will be such wonders; the female lives from the light of the male: see a male's female dependants, you know the man.
He who wants, but doesn't act, is a pest.
Praises reap not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not!
You've always had the power right there in your shoes, you just had to learn it for yourself.
I asked a thief to steal me a peach: He turned up his eyes. I asked a lithe lady to lie her down: Holy and meek, she cries. As soon as I went An angel came. He winked at the thief And smiled at the dame- And without one word spoke Had a peach from the tree, And 'twixt earnest and joke Enjoyed the lady.
The Whole Business of Man is The Arts, & All Things Common.
Nothing can be more contemptible than to suppose Public Records to be true.