846 Quotes by William Blake

Naught can deform the human race Like to the armor’s iron brace.

Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright in the forests of the night...

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!

Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrow’s share?

Every thing possible to be believ’d is an image of truth.

To cast aside from Poetry, all that is not Inspiration.

To Chloe’s breast young Cupid slily stole, But he crept in at Myra’s pocket-hole.

He who will not bend to Love must be subdu’d by Fear.

Christ’s crucifix shall be made an excuse for executing criminals.