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Quotes by William Blake
Tiger. Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry?— filed under Animals-Tiger
Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles.— filed under Babyhood
Sweet sleep, with soft down Weave thy brows an infant crown! Sweet sleep, angel mild, Hover o'er my happy child.— filed under Babyhood
Sunflower. Helianthus. Ah, Sunflower, weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun; Seeking after that sweet golden clime, Where the traveller's journey is done; Where the youth pined away with desire, And the pale virgin shrouded in snow, Arise from their graves, and aspire Where my Sunflower wishes to go!— filed under Flowers-Safflower
Times. To Chloe's breast young Cupid slily stole, But he crept in at Myra's pocket-hole.— filed under Love
I rose up at the dawn of day, - "Get thee away! get thee away! Pray'st thou for riches? Away, away! This is the throne of Mammon grey."— filed under Mammon
Songs. Autumnal Sonnet. O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou mayest rest And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe, And all the daughters of the year shall dance! Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.— filed under Sows
SEASONS (THE)-WINTER. 545 O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark, Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs, Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.— filed under Sows
I was angry with my friend : I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe; I told it not, my wrath did grow.— filed under Anger
But to go to school in a summer morn, Oh, it drives all joy away! Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day- In sighing and dismay.— filed under Education
The grave is Heaven's golden gate, And rich and poor around it wait; O Shepherdess of England's fold, Behold this gate of pearl and gold!— filed under Gratitude
O thou who passest through our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils! Thou, O Summer, Oft pitchest here thy golden tent, and oft Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.— filed under Sows
I have mental joys and mental health, Mental friends and mental wealth, I've a wife that I love and that loves me; I've all but riches bodily.— filed under Wealth
Since all the riches of this world May be gifts from the devil and earthly kings, I should suspect that I worshipped the devil If I thanked my God for worldly things.— filed under Wealth