William Blake
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The archetype of the Creator is a familiar image in his work. Here, Blake depicts his demiurgic figure Urizen stooped in prayer, contemplating the world he has forged. The Song of Los is the third in a series of illuminated books painted by Blake and his wife, collectively known as the Continental Prophecies.- Reason, or the ratio of all we have already known, is not the same that it shall be when we know more.
- There Is No Natural Religion (1788)
- The true method of knowledge is experiment.
- All Religions are One (1788)
- There can be no Good Will. Will is always Evil; it is persecution to others or selfishness.
- Annotations to Swedenborg (1788)
- If a thing loves, it is infinite.
- Annotations to Swedenborg (1788)
- Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?
Or wilt thou go ask the Mole?
Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?
Or Love in a golden bowl?
- The Book of Thel, Thel's Motto (1789–1792)
- Nothing can be more contemptible than to suppose Public RECORDS to be True.
- Annotations to An Apology for the Bible by R. Watson
- 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
- Annotations to An Apology for the Bible by R. Watson
- Degrade first the arts if you'd mankind degrade,
Hire idiots to paint with cold light and hot shade.
- Annotations to Sir Joshua Reynolds's Discourses, title page (c. 1798–1809)
- To Generalize is to be an Idiot. To Particularize is the Alone Distinction of Merit — General Knowledges are those Knowledges that Idiots possess.
- Annotations to Sir Joshua Reynolds's Discourses, pp. xvii–xcviii (c. 1798–1809)
- The Foundation of Empire is Art & Science Remove them or Degrade them & the Empire is No More — Empire follows Art & Not Vice Versa as Englishmen suppose.
- Annotations to Sir Joshua Reynolds's Discourses
- When a Man has Married a Wife
He finds out whether
Her Knees & elbows are only
glued together.
- Poems from Blake's Notebook (c. 1800–1803)
- When nations grow old, the Arts grow cold,
And Commerce settles on every tree.
- On Art And Artists (1800) 'On the Foundation of the Royal Academy'
- It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God alone.
- "A Vision of the Last Judgement" (1806)
- Fiery the Angels rose, and as they rose deep thunder roll'd
Around their shores: indignant burning with the fires of Orc.
- America, A Prophecy
- Acts themselves alone are history, and these are neither the exclusive property of Hume, Gibbon nor Voltaire, Echard, Rapin, Plutarch, nor Herodotus. Tell me the Acts, O historian, and leave me to reason upon them as I please; away with your reasoning and your rubbish. All that is not action is not worth reading.
- Blake's Exhibition and Catalogue of 1809, A Descriptive Catalogue of Pictures: Number V. The Ancient Britons
- Art can never exist without Naked Beauty displayed.
- The Laocoön
- Art is the tree of life.
SCIENCE is the Tree of DEATH
ART is the Tree of LIFE GOD is JESUS
- The Laocoön
- Commerce is so far from being beneficial to Arts or to Empire, that it is destructive of both, as all their History shows, for the above Reason of Individual Merit being its Great Hatred. Empires flourish till they become Commercial & then they are scattered abroad to the four winds
- Public address, Blake's Notebook c. 1810
- When I tell any Truth it is not for the sake of Convincing those who do not know it but for the sake of defending those who Do
- Public address, Blake's Notebook c. 1810
- Every Harlot was a Virgin once
- For the Sexes: The Gates of Paradise: [Epilogue] To The Accuser who is The God of This World
- It is not because Angels are Holier than Men or Devils that makes them Angels but because they do not Expect Holiness from one another but from God only
- A Vision of the Last Judgment
- Thinking as I do that the Creator of this World is a very Cruel Being & being a Worshipper of Christ, I cannot help saying: "the Son, O how unlike the Father!" First God Almighty comes with a Thump on the Head. Then Jesus Christ comes with a balm to heal it.
- A Vision of the Last Judgment
- You cannot have Liberty in this world without what you call Moral Virtue & you cannot have Moral Virtue without the Slavery of that half of the Human Race who hate what you call Moral Virtue
- A Vision of the Last Judgment
- …some say that Happiness is not Good for Mortals & they ought to be answerd that Sorrow is not fit for Immortals & is utterly useless to any one a blight never does good to a tree & if a blight kill not a tree but it still bear fruit let none say that the fruit was in consequence of the blight.
- The Goddess Fortune is the devils servant ready to Kiss any ones Arse.
- Inscription on Illustrations to Dante "No. 16: HELL Canto 7"
Poetical Sketches (1783)
Blake's "Newton" is a demonstration of his opposition to the "single-vision" of scientific materialism: The great philosopher-scientist is isolated in the depths of the ocean, his eyes (only one of which is visible) fixed on the compasses with which he draws on a scroll. He seems almost at one with the rocks upon which he sits (1795).- How sweet I roamed from field to field,
And tasted all the summer's pride,
Till I the prince of love beheld,
Who in the sunny beams did glide!
- Song (How Sweet I Roamed), st. 1
- He loves to sit and hear me sing,
Then, laughing, sports and plays with me;
Then stretches out my golden wing,
And mocks my loss of liberty.
- Song (How Sweet I Roamed), st. 4
- 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.
- Song (My Silks and Fine Arrays), st. 1
- Like a fiend in a cloud,
With howling woe,
After night I do crowd,
And with night will go;
I turn my back to the east,
From whence comforts have increased;
For light doth seize my brain
With frantic pain.
- Mad Song, st. 3
- How have you left the ancient love
That bards of old enjoyed in you!
The languid strings do scarcely move!
The sound is forced, the notes are few!
- To the Muses, st. 4
Annotations to Lavater (1788)
- Damn sneerers!
- True superstition is ignorant honesty & this is beloved of god and man.
- Forgiveness of enemies can only come upon their repentance.
- Active Evil is better than Passive Good.
- They suppose that Woman's Love is Sin; in consequence all the Loves & Graces with them are Sin.
Songs of Innocence (1789–1790)
- Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he laughing said to me:
"Pipe a song about a Lamb."
So I piped with merry cheer;
"Piper, pipe that song again."
So I piped; he wept to hear.
- Introduction, st. 1–2
- And I made a rural pen,
And I stained the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
- Introduction, st. 5
- Sing louder around
To the bells' cheerful sound,
While our sports shall be seen
On the ecchoing green.
- The Ecchoing Green, st. 1
- Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly bright.
- The Lamb, st. 1
- My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but O! my soul is white;
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black as if bereaved of light.
- The Little Black Boy, st. 1
- And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love,
And these black bodies and this sunburnt face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
- The Little Black Boy, st. 4
- I'll shade him from the heat till he can bear
To lean in joy upon our Father's knee;
And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair,
And be like him and he will then love me.
- The Little Black Boy, st. 7
- When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could scarcely cry 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!'weep!
So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
- The Chimney Sweeper, st. 1
- To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love
All pray in their distress;
And to these virtues of delight
Return their thankfulness.
- The Divine Image, st. 1
- For Mercy has a human heart,
Pity, a human face,
And Love, the human form divine,
And Peace, the human dress.
- The Divine Image, st. 3
- The moon like a flower
In heaven's high bower,
With silent delight,
Sits and smiles on the night.
- Night, st. 1
- And there the lion's ruddy eyes
Shall flow with tears of gold,
And pitying the tender cries,
And walking round the fold,
Saying: "Wrath by his meekness,
And by his health, sickness,
Is driven away
From our immortal day."
- Night, st. 5
- "For washed in life's river,
My bright mane forever
Shall shine like the gold
As Iguard o'er the fold."
- Night, st. 6
- 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.
- Nurse's Song, st. 1
- Can I see another's woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another's grief,
And not seek for kind relief?
- On Another's Sorrow, st. 1
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What is your favorite William Blake poem?
Q. I have to write a poem analysis about one of his poems and really wasn't sure which one to choose. I just wanted to get a few suggestions.
Asked by Andrea P - Tue Mar 3 23:16:45 2009 - - 1 Answers - 0 Comments
A. The Tyger, easy to read, easy to understand, you won't have any problem looking on line for information. Good luck.
Answered by Milieu - Tue Mar 3 23:54:00 2009
Q. I have to write a poem analysis about one of his poems and really wasn't sure which one to choose. I just wanted to get a few suggestions.
Asked by Andrea P - Tue Mar 3 23:16:45 2009 - - 1 Answers - 0 Comments
A. The Tyger, easy to read, easy to understand, you won't have any problem looking on line for information. Good luck.
Answered by Milieu - Tue Mar 3 23:54:00 2009
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