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
Bring out number weight and measure in a year of dearth.
Bring me my bow of burning gold!Bring me my arrows of desire!Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!Bring me my chariot of fire!
Everything that lives, lives not alone, nor for itself.
Every thing possible to be believed is an image of truth.
The sound is forced, the notes are few!
Some will say,Is not God alone the Prolific? I answer,God only Acts & Is, in existing beings or Men.
See what it is to play unfair!Where cheating is, there's mischief there.
see the world in a grain of sand ... And eternity in an hour.
Every tear from every eye / Becomes a babe in Eternity.
Every Mortal loss is an Immortal Gain. The Ruins of Time build Mansions in Eternity.
As the air to a bird or the sea to a fish, so is contempt to the contemptible.
When I saw that rage was vainAnd to sulk would nothing gain,Turning many a trick and wileI began to soothe and smile.
I thought Love lived in the hot sunshine,But O, he lives in the moony light!I thought to find Love in the heat of day,But sweet Love is the comforter of night.
Man's Desires are limited by his Perceptions; none can desire what he has not perceived.