Category William Blake

Was I angry with Hayley who us’d me so ill. Or can I be angry with Felpham’s old Mill? Or angry with Flaxman or Cromek or Stothard Or poor Schiavonetti, whom they to death bother’d? 5Or angry with Macklin or…

And his legs carried it like a long fork, Reached all the way from Chichester to York, From York all across Scotland to the sea; This was a Man of Men, as seems to me. Not only in his Mouth…

You don’t believe — I won’t attempt to make ye: You are asleep — I won’t attempt to wake ye. Sleep on! sleep on! while in your pleasant dreams Of Reason you may drink of Life’s clear streams. Reason and…

No real style of colouring ever appears, But advertising in the newspapers. Look there—you’ll see Sir Joshua’s colouring: Look at his pictures—all has taken wing!

He.    Where thou dwellest, in what grove, Tell me Fair One, tell me Love; Where thou thy charming nest dost build, O thou pride of every field! She.   Yonder stands a lonely tree, There I live and mourn for…

To find the Western path, Right thro the Gates of Wrath I urge my way; Sweet Mercy leads me on With soft repentant moan: I see the break of day. The war of swords & spears, Melted by dewy tears,…

i I saw a Monk of Charlemaine Arise before my sight; I talk’d to the Grey Monk where he stood In beams of infernal light. ii 5Gibbon arose with a lash of steel, And Voltaire with a wracking wheel: The…

Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau; Mock on, mock on: ‘tis all in vain! You throw the sand against the wind, And the wind blows it back again. And every sand becomes a Gem, Reflected in the beam divine; Blown…

Whate’er is done to her she cannot know, And if you’ll ask her she will swear it so, Whether ’tis good or evil none’s to blame: No one can take the pride, no one the shame.

When Klopstock England defied, Uprose William Blake in his pride; For old Nobodaddy aloft Farted and belch’d and cough’d; Then swore a great oath that made Heaven quake, And call’d aloud to English Blake. Blake was giving his body ease,…