846 Quotes by William Blake

The reason Milton wrote in fetters when he wrote of Angels and God, and at liberty when of Devils and Hell, is because he was a true poet and of the Devil’s party without knowing it.

The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted to learn of the crow.

Time is the mercy of Eternity; without Time’s swiftness Which is the swiftest of all things, all were eternal torment.

Come o’er the eastern hills, and let our winds Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee.

Time is the Mercy of Eternity.

For the Eye altering alters all; The Senses roll themselves in fear And the flat Earth becomes a Ball.

The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision’s greatest enemy.

Little fly, thy summer’s play My thoughtless hand has brushed away. Am not I a fly like thee? Or art not thou a man like me? For I dance and drink and sing, Till some blind hand shall brush my wing!

Such, such were the joys When we all, girls and boys, In our youth time were seen On the Echoing Green.