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
Great Men & Fools do often me InspireBut the Greater Fool the Greater Liar.
For the Eye altering alters all;The Senses roll themselves in fearAnd the flat Earth becomes a Ball.
How sweet I roamed from field to field, and tasted all the summer's pride.
I do not like the man's face. He looks as if he will live to be hanged.
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.
The Desire of Man being Infinite, the possession is Infinite, and himself Infinite.
Am not IA fly like thee?Or art not thouA man like me?
And Father, how can I love youOr any of my brothers more?I love you like the little birdThat picks up crumbs around the door.
And because I am happy and dance and sing,They think they have done me no injury.
The merchants are rich enough;Can they not help themselves?
The crow wished everything was black, the owl, that every thing was white.
The Child's Toys and the Old Man's ReasonsAre the Fruits of the Two seasons.