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
The rat, the mouse, the fox, the rabbet; watch the roots.
Wandering in many a coral grove, / Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry!
Those who control their passions do so because their passions are weak enough to be controlled.
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.
O! why was I born with a different face? / Why was I not born like the rest of my race?
They suppose that Woman's Love is Sin; in consequence all the Loves & Graces with them are Sin.
A man's worst enemies are thoseOf his own house and family;And he who makes his law a curse,By his own law shall surely die.
You never know what is enough until you know what is more than enough
You never know what is enough unless you know more than enough.
Your chimneys I sweep and in soot I sleep.
This life's dim windows of the soulDistorts the heavens from pole to poleAnd leads you to believe a lieWhen you see with, not through, the eye.
A petty sneaking thief I knew - / O! Mr Cr-, how do you do?
The moon, like a flowerIn heaven's high bower,With silent delightSits and smiles on the night.
It is an easy thing to rejoice in the tents of prosperity:Thus could I sing and thus rejoice: but it is not so with me.