William Blake Quotes

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My mother groaned, my father wept,
Into the dangerous world I leapt;
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
     Struggling in my father's hands,
Striving against my swaddling bands,
Bound and weary, I thought best
To sulk upon my mother's breast.
William Blake (Songs of Experience - Infant Sorrow, 1794)
A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said "I've a pretty rose tree,"
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.
     Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.
William Blake (My Pretty Rose Tree)
Merry, merry sparrow!
Under leaves so green
A happy blossom
Sees you, swift as arrow,
Seek your cradle narrow,
Near my bosom.
Pretty, pretty robin!
Under leaves so green
A happy blossom
Hears you sobbing, sobbing,
Pretty, pretty robin,
Near my bosom.
William Blake (The Blossom)
As I wandered the forest,
The green leaves among,
I heard a Wild Flower
Singing a song.
     I slept in the earth
In the silent night,
I murmured my fears
And I felt delight.
     In the morning I went
As rosy as morn,
To seek for new joy;
But oh! met with scorn.
William Blake (The Wild Flower's Song)
Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
Silently, invisibly.
     I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
Ah! she did depart!
     Soon after she was gone from me,
A traveller came by,
Silently, invisibly:
He took her with a sigh.
William Blake (Love's Secret)
I laid me down upon a bank,
Where Love lay sleeping;
I heard among the rushes dank
Weeping, weeping.
     Then I went to the heath and the wild,
To the thistles and thorns of the waste;
And they told me how they were beguiled,
Driven out, and compelled to the chaste.
     I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen;
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.
     And the gates of this Chapel were shut
And "Thou shalt not," writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.
     And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
William Blake (The Garden of Love)
Whether on Ida's shady brow
Or in the chambers of the East,
The chambers of the Sun, that now
From ancient melody have ceased;
     Whether in heaven ye wander fair,
Or the green corners of the earth,
Or the blue regions of the air
Where the melodious winds have birth;
     Whether on crystal rocks ye rove,
Beneath the bosom of the sea,
Wandering in many a coral grove;
Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry;
     How have you left the ancient love
That bards of old enjoy'd in you!
The languid strings do scarcely move,
The sound is forced, the notes are few.
William Blake (Poetical Sketches - To the Muses)
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William Blake Biography

Born: November 28, 1757
Died: August 12, 1827

William Blake was an English poet and painter. Although he wasn't quite so popular during his days, his works are now greatly esteemed. He has also had an major influence on many notable figures in history.

Notable Works

Poetical Sketches (1783)
An Island in the Moon (1784)
Tiriel (1789)
All Religions are One (1788)
There is No Natural Religion (1788)
Songs of Innocence (1789)
The Marriage of Heaven and Hell (1793)
Visions of the Daughters of Albion (1793)
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