William Blake (1757 – 1827)
English poet, Christian mystic, painter, printmaker, and engraver.
I see the Past, Present & Future existing all at once Before me.
The Nonesuch Edition: Poetry and Prose of William Blake, ed. Geoffrey Keynes: pub. Nonesuch Press, 1927; 4th ed. 1939
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.
What is it men in women do require?
The lineaments of gratified desire.
What is it women in men require?
The lineaments of gratified desire.
Hear the voice of the Bard,
Who present, past, and future, sees;
Whose ears have heard
The Holy Word
That walked among the ancient trees.
That the Jews assumed a right Exclusively to the benefits of God. will be a lasting witness against them. & the same will it be against Christians
My silks and fine array,
My smiles and languished air,
By love are driv'n away;
And mournful lean Despair
Brings me yew to deck my grave:
Such end true lovers have.
A dog starved at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.
If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.
He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
Pity would be no more
If we did not make somebody Poor;
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.
The tygers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instruction.
Terror in the house does roar,
But Pity stands before the door.]
Rouze up, O Young Men of the New Age! set your foreheads against the ignorant Hirelings! For we have Hirelings in the Camp, the Court & the University, who would, if they could, for ever depress Mental & prolong Corporeal War.
The busy bee has no time for sorrow.
A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all Heaven in a rage.
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
To the Eyes of a Miser a Guinea is more beautiful than the Sun & and a bag worn with the use of Money has more beautiful proportions than a Vine filled with Grapes. The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the Eyes of others only a Green thing that stands in the way. Some see Nature all Ridicule and Deformity, and by these I shall not regulate my proportions; and some scarce see Nature at all. But to the Eyes of the Man of Imagination, Nature is Imagination itself. As a man is, So he Sees. As the Eye is formed, such are its Powers.