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A Dog Starv'd At The Master's Gate Predicts The Ruin Of The State. A Horse Misus'd Upon The Road Calls To Heaven For Human Blood. Each Outcry Of The Hunted Hare A Fibre From The Brain Does Tear, A Skylark Wounded On The Wing, A Cherubim Does Cease To Sing.

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A Dog Starv'd At

William Blake

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A Dog Starv'd At The Master's Gate Predicts The Ruin Of The State. A Horse Misus'd Upon The Road Calls To Heaven For Human Blood. Each Outcry Of The Hunted Hare A Fibre From The Brain Does Tear, A Skylark Wounded On The Wing, A Cherubim Does Cease To Sing.

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Then My Verse I Dishonor, My Pictures Despise, My Person Degrade And My Temper Chastise; And The Pen Is My Terror, The Pencil My Shame; And My Talents I Bury, And Dead Is My Fame.

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Mutual Forgiveness Of Each Vice. Such Are The Gates Of Paradise.

Better To Shun The Bait Than Struggle In The Snare.

Love's Secret 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.

When The Voices Of Children Are Heard On The Greenand Laughing Is Heard On The Hill,my Heart Is At Rest Within My Breastand Everything Else Is Still.

All Futurity Seems Teeming With Endless Destruction Never To Be Repelled; Desperate Remorse Swallows The Present In A Quenchless Rage.

As The Caterpillar Chooses The Fairest Leaves To Lay Her Eggs On, So The Priest Lays His Curse On The Fairest Joys.

If You Have Form'd A Circle To Go Into, Go Into It Yourself, And See How You Would Do. They Said This Mystery Never Shall Cease: The Priest Promotes War, And The Soldier Peace.

I Give You The End Of A Golden String, Only Wind It Into A Ball, It Will Lead You In At Heaven's Gate Built In Jerusalem's Wall.

It Is An Easy Thing To Talk Of Patience To The Afflicted.

But To Go To School In A Summer Morn, O! It Drives All Joy Away; Under A Cruel Eye Outworn, The Little Ones Spend The Day In Sighing And Dismay.

When The Sun Rises, Do You Not See A Round Disc Of Fire Somewhat Like A Guinea? O No, No, I See An Innumerable Company Of The Heavenly Host Crying Holy, Holy, Holy Is The Lord God Almighty.

Both Read The Bible Day And Night, But Thou Read Black Where I Read White.

We Are Here To Learn To Endure The Beams Of Love

Shame Is Pride's Cloak.

The Eye Altering, Alters All.

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.

The Pride Of The Peacock Is The Glory Of God. The Lust Of The Goat Is The Bounty Of God. The Wrath Of The Lion Is The Wisdom Of God. The Nakedness Of Woman Is The Work Of God.

He Who Makes His Law A Curse, By His Own Law Shall Surely Die.

Those Who Enter The Gates Of Heaven Are Not Beings Who Have No Passions Or Who Have Curbed The Passions, But Those Who Have Cultivated An Understanding Of Them.

Sooner Strangle An Infant In Its Cradle Than Nurse Unacted Desires.

My Brother Starv'd Between Two Walls,his Children's Cry My Soul Appalls

The Thankful Receiver Bears A Plentiful Harvest.

If You Cannot Imagine With The Mind's Eye Much More Than You Can See With The Mortal Eye, You Have A Very Poor Imagination Indeed.

He Who Would Do Good To Another Must Do It In Minute Particulars: General Good Is The Plea Of The Scoundrel, Hypocrite, And Flatterer, For Art And Science Cannot Exist But In Minutely Organized Particulars.

To Some People A Tree Is Something So Incredibly Beautiful That It Brings Tears To The Eyes. To Others It Is Just A Green Thing That Stands In The Way.

We Are Not Meant To Resolve All Contradictions But To Live With Them And Rise Above Them.

He Who Wants, But Doesn't Act, Is A Pest.

Then The Parson Might Preach, & Drink, & Sing, And We'd Be As Happy As Birds In The Spring; And Modest Dame Lurch, Who Is Always At Church, Would Not Have Bandy Children, Nor Fasting, Nor Birch.

I Was Angry With My Friend: I Told My Wrath, My Wrath Did End. I Was Angry With My Foe: I Told It Not, My Wrath Did Grow.

I See The Past, Present & Future Existing All At Once Before Me.

Past Present Future

One Thought Fills Immensity.

The Inquiry In England Is Not Whether A Man Has Talents And Genius, But Whether He Is Passive And Polite And A Virtuous Ass And Obedient To Noblemen's Opinions In Art And Science. If He Is, He Is A Good Man. If Not, He Must Be Starved.

The World Of Imagination Is The World Of Eternity.

It Is The Greatest Of Crimes To Depress True Art And Science.

Oh! Why Was I Born With A Different Face? Why Was I Not Born Like The Rest Of My Race? When I Look,each One Starts! When I Speak, I Offend; Then Im Silent & Passive & Lose Every Friend. Then My Verse I Dishonour, My Pictures Despise, My Person Degrade & My Temper Chastise; And The Pen Is My Terror, The Pencil My Shame; All My Talents I Bury, And Dead Is My Fame. Im Either Too Low Or Too Highly Prized; When Elate I M Envy'd, When Meek Im Despis'd

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Man Was Made For Joy And Woe, And When This We Rightly Know Through The World We Safely Go. Joy And Woe Are Woven Fine, A Clothing For The Soul To Bind.

Think In The Morning. Act In The Noon. Eat In The Evening. Sleep In The Night.

Art Degraded, Imagination Denied.

Abstinence Sows Sand All Over The Ruddy Limbs And Flaming Hair, But Desire Gratified Plants Fruits Of Life And Beauty There.

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.

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.

Forgive What You Do Not Approve & Love Me For This Energetic Exertion Of My Talent

The Lamb Misused Breeds Public Strife And Yet Forgives The Butcher's Knife.

Let Every Christian, As Much As In Him Lies, Engage Himself Openly And Publicly, Before All The World, In Some Mental Pursuit For The Building Up Of Jerusalem.

One Law For The Lion And Ox Is Oppression.

Prepare Your Hearts For Death's Cold Hand! Prepare Your Souls For Flight, Your Bodies For The Earth; Prepare Your Arms For Glorious Victory; Prepare Your Eyes To Meet A Holy God! Prepare, Prepare!

Energy Is Eternal Delight.

In Every Cry Of Every Man, In Every Infant's Cry Of Fear, In Every Voice, In Every Ban, The Mind-forg'd Manacles I Hear.

Where Lambs Have Nibbled, Silent Moves The Feet Of Angels Bright; Unseen They Pour Blessing, And Joy Without Ceasing, On Each Bud And Blossom, And Each Sleeping Bosom.

He Who Doubts From What He Sees Will Ne'er Believe, Do What You Please.

To See A World In A Grain Of Sand And A Heaven In A Wildflower.

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A Tyrant Is The Worst Disease, And The Cause Of All Others.

Where Cheating Is, There's Mischief There.

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I'm Sure This Jesus Will Not Do Either For Englishman Or Jew.

Dip Him In The River Who Loves Water.

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Gratitude, In Itself, Is Heaven.

The Child's Toys And The Old Man's Reasons Are The Fruits Of Two Seasons.

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Excessive Sorrow Laughs. Excessive Joy Weeps.

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They Who Forgive Most Shall Be Most Forgiven.

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He Who Desires, But Acts Not, Breeds Pestilence.

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Mysteries Are Not To Be Solved. They Eye Goes Blind When It Only Wants To See Why.

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Some Say That Happiness Is Not Good For Mortals, & They Ought To Be Answered 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.

To Generalize Is To Be An Idiot.

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Always Be Ready To Speak Your Mind, And A Base Man Will Avoid You.

Speak Your Mind

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He Who Has Suffered You To Impose On Him Knows You.

A Divine Image Cruelty Has A Human Heart, And Jealousy A Human Face; Terror The Human Form Divine, And Secresy The Human Dress. The Human Dress Is Forged Iron, The Human Form A Fiery Forge, The Human Face A Furnace Sealed, The Human Heart Its Hungry Gorge.

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Execution Is The Chariot Of Genius.

What Is It Men In Women Do Require: The Lineaments Of Gratified Desire. What Is It Women Do In Men Require: The Lineaments Of Gratified Desire.

As A Man Is, So He Sees.

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O Earth, O Earth, Return! Arise From Out The Dewy Grass; Night Is Worn; And The Morn Rises From The Slumbrous Mass.

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Sleep, Sleep, Beauty Bright,dreaming O'er The Joys Of Night.sleep, Sleep: In Thy Sleeplittle Sorrows Sit And Weep.

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Some Are Born To Sweet Delight, Some Are Born To Endless Night.

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Thou Art A Man God Is No More Thy Own Humanity Learn To Adore

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The Countless Gold Of A Merry Heart, The Rubies And Pearls Of A Loving Eye, The Indolent Never Can Bring To The Mart, Nor The Secret Hoard Up In His Treasury.

I See Through My Eyes, Not With Them.

Through My Eyes

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Travelers Repose And Dream Among My Leaves.

Hindsight Is A Wonderful Thing But Foresight Is Better, Especially When It Comes To Saving Life, Or Some Pain!

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Poetry Fettered Fetters The Human Race.

The Man Who Never In His Mind & Thoughts Travel'd To Heaven Is No Artist.

The Angel That Presided O'er My Birth Said, 'little Creature, Formed Of Joy And Mirth, Go Love Without The Help Of Any Thing On Earth'.

I Turn My Eyes To The Schools & Universities Of Europe And There Behold The Loom Of Locke Whose Woof Rages Dire, Washed By The Water-wheels Of Newton. Black The Cloth In Heavy Wreaths Folds Over Every Nation; Cruel Works Of Many Wheels I View, Wheel Without Wheel, With Cogs Tyrannic Moving By Compulsion Each Other: Not As Those In Eden, Which Wheel Within Wheel In Freedom Revolve, In Harmony & Peace.

Life Delights In Life.

The Look Of Love Alarms Because 'tis Filled With Fire; But The Look Of Soft Deceit Shall Win The Lover's Hire.

The Roaring Of Lions, The Howling Of Wolves, The Raging Of The Stormy Sea, And The Destructive Sword, Are Portions Of Eternity, Too Great For The Eye Of Man.

May God Us Keep From Single Vision And Newton's Sleep.

No Bird Soars Too High If He Soars With His Own Wings.

When Thou Seest An Eagle, Thou Seest A Portion Of Genius; Lift Up Thy Head!

Pay Attention To Minute Particulars. Take Care Of The Little Ones. Generalization And Abstraction Are The Plea Of The Hypocrite, Scoundrel, And Knave.

I Cry, Love! Love! Love! Happy Happy Love! Free As The Mountain Wind!

Can I See Another's Woe, And Not Be In Sorrow Too? Can I See Another's Grief, And Not Seek For Kind Relief? Can I See A Falling Tear, And Not Feel My Sorrow's Share? Can A Father See His Child Weep, Nor Be With Sorrow Filled? Can A Mother Sit And Hear An Infant Groan, An Infant Fear? No, No! Never Can It Be! Never, Never Can It Be!

O Autumn, Laden With Fruit, And Stained With The Blood Of The Grape, Pass Not, But Sit Beneath My Shady Roof; There Thou May'st Rest, And Tune Thy Jolly Voice To My Fresh Pipe; And All The Daughters Of The Year Shall Dance! Sing Now The Lusty Song Of Fruit And Flowers.

The Foundation Of Empire Is Art And Science. Remove Them Or Degrade Them, And The Empire Is No More. Empire Follows Art And Not Vice Versa As Englishmen Suppose.

I Have No Name: I Am But Two Days Old. What Shall I Call Thee? I Happy Am, Joy Is My Name. Sweet Joy Befall Thee!

The Man Who Never Alters His Opinions Is Like Standing Water, And Breeds Reptiles Of The Mind.

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.

For All Eternity, I Forgive You And You Forgive Me.

Nature Has No Outline. Imagination Has.

Error Is Created; Truth Is Eternal.

If You Have Formed A Circle To Go Into,go Into It Yourself And See How You Would Do.

The Fields From Islington To Marybone, To Primrose Hill And Saint John's Wood, Were Builded Over With Pillars Of Gold; And There Jerusalem's Pillars Stood.

Invention Depends Altogether Upon Execution Or Organization; As That Is Right Or Wrong So Is The Invention Perfect Or Imperfect.

Drive Your Cart And Plow Over The Bones Of The Dead.

One Power Alone Makes A Poet: Imagination. The Divine Vision.

Love Is Weak When There Is More Doubt Than There Is Trust, But Love Is Most Strong When You Learn To Trust Even With All The Doubts. If A Thing Loves, It Is Infinite.

Exuberance Is Beauty.

What Is A Wife And What Is A Harlot? What Is A Church And What Is A Theatre? Are They Two And Not One? Can They Exist Separate? Are Not Religion And Politics The Same Thing? Brotherhood Is Religion. O Demonstrations Of Reason Dividing Families In Cruelty And Pride!

The Imagination Is Not A State: It Is The Human Existence Itself.

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.

As A Man Is, So He Sees. As The Eye Is Formed, Such Are Its Powers.

I Must Create A System Or Be Enslaved By Another Mans; I Will Not Reason And Compare: My Business Is To Create.

You Never Know What Is Enough Unless You Know What Is More Than Enough.

Thought Provoking

Knowledge Is Life With Wings

Bring Me My Bow Of Burning Gold: Bring Me My Arrows Of Desire: Bring Me My Spear: O Clouds, Unfold! Bring Me My Chariot Of Fire.

Tools Were Made And Born Were Hands, Every Farmer Understands.

Why A Tender Curb Upon The Youthful Burning Boy? Why A Little Curtain Of Flesh On The Bed Of Our Desire?

The Old And New Testaments Are The Great Code Of Art.

Praises Reap Not! Joys Laugh Not! Sorrows Weep Not!

Demonstration, Similitude & Harmony Are Objects Of Reasoning. Invention, Identity & Melody Are Objects Of Intuition.

The Goddess Fortune Is The Devil's Servant, Ready To Kiss Any One's Ass.

Reason, Or The Ratio Of All We Have Already Known, Is Not The Same That It Shall Be When We Know More.

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.

The Bat That Flits At Close Of Eve Has Left The Brain That Won't Believe. The Owl That Calls Upon The Night Speaks The Unbeliever's Fright.

The Cistern Contains: The Fountain Overflows.

The Ignorant Insults Of Individuals Will Not Hinder Me From Doing My Duty To My Art

Listen To The Fool's Reproach! It Is A Kingly Title!

Great Things Are Done When Men And Mountains Meet.

Thou Fair-hair'd Angel Of The Evening, Now, Whilst The Sun Rests On The Mountains, Light Thy Bright Torch Of Love; Thy Radiant Crown Put On, And Smile Upon Our Evening Bed!

Love Seeketh Not Itself To Please, Nor For Itself Hath Any Care, But For Another Gives Its Ease, And Builds A Heaven In Hell's Despair.

The Fool Shall Not Enter Into Heaven Let Him Be Ever So Holy.

Naught Can Deform The Human Race Like To The Armor's Iron Brace.

The Difference Between A Bad Artist And A Good One Is: The Bad Artist Seems To Copy A Great Deal; The Good One Really Does.

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Every Night And Every Morn Some To Misery Are Born. Every Morn And Every Night Some Are Born To Sweet Delight, Some Are Born To Endless Night.

The Fox Provides For Himself, But God Provides For The Lion.

If The Doors Of Perception Were Cleansed Everything Would Appear To Man As It Is, Infinite. For Man Has Closed Himself Up, Till He Sees All Things Thru Chinks Of His Cavern.

O Thou With Dewy Locks, Who Lookest Down Thro' The Clear Windows Of The Morning, Turn Thine Angel Eyes Upon Our Western Isle, Which In Full Choir Hails Thy Approach, O Spring! The Hills Tell Each Other, And The Listening Valleys Hear; All Our Longing Eyes Are Turned Up To Thy Bright Pavilions: Issue Forth, And Let Thy Holy Feet Visit Our Clime. 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.

Make Your Own Rules Or Be A Slave To Another Man's.

When The Doors Of Perception Are Cleansed, Men Will See Things As They Truly Are, Infinite.

Embraces Are Comminglings From The Head Even To The Feet, And Not A Pompous High Priest Entering By A Secret Place.

The World Of Imagination Is The World Of Eternity. It Is The Divine Bosom Into Which We Shall All Go After Death Of The Vegetative Body.

The Moon, Like A Flower In Heaven's High Bower, With Silent Delight Sits And Smiles On The Night.

Ah, Sunflower, Weary Of Time, Who Countest The Steps Of The Sun, Seeking After That Sweet Golden Clime Where The Traveller's Journey Is Done; Where The Youth Pined Away With Desire And The Pale Virgin Shrouded In Snow Arise From Their Graves, And Aspire Where My Sunflower Wishes To Go.

It Is Easier To Forgive An Enemy Than To Forgive A Friend.

Every Tear From Every Eyebecomes A Babe In Eternity.

Desperate Remorse Swallows The Present In A Quenchless Rage.

Work Up Imagination To The State Of Vision.

To Create A Little Flower Is The Labour Of Ages.

God Keep Me From The Divinity Of Yes And Nothe Yea Nay Creeping Jesus, From Supposing Up And Down To Be The Same Thing As Allexperimentalists Must Suppose.

Since The French Revolution Englishmen Are All Intermeasurable One By Another, Certainly A Happy State Of Agreement To Which I Forone Do Not Agree.

And I Watered It In Fears, Night And Morning With My Tears; And I Sunned It With Smiles, And With Soft Deceitful Wiles.

The Strongest Poison Ever Known Came From Caesar's Laurel Crown.

General Knowledges Are Those Knowledges That Idiots Possess.

General Knowledge

Gratitude Is Heaven Itself.

And Is He Honest Who Resists His Genius Or Conscience Only For The Sake Of Present Ease Or Gratification

For Where'er The Sun Does Shine, And Where'er The Rain Does Fall, Babe Can Never Hunger There, Nor Poverty The Mind Appall.

She Who Dwells With Me Whom I Have Loved With Such Communion, That No Place On Earth Can Ever Be Solitude To Me.

The Person Who Does Not Believe In Miracles Surely Makes It Certain That He Or She Will Never Take Part In One.

God Forbid That Truth Should Be Confined To Mathematical Demonstration!

I Thought Love Lived In The Hot Sunshine, But O, He Lives In The Moony Light! I Thought To Find Love In The Heat Of Day, But Sweet Love Is The Comforter Of Night.

Inspirational Love

Energy Is An Eternal Delight.

The Worship Of God Is, Honouring His Gifts In Other Men Each According To His Genius, And Loving The Greatest Men Best; Those Who Envy Or Calumniate Great Men Hate God, For There Is No Other God.

A Robin Redbreast In A Cage Puts All Heaven In A Rage.

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