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Demonstration, similitude & harmony are objects of reasoning. Invention, identity & melody are objects of intuition.
Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silken twine.
What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care.
Think not thou canst sigh a sigh And thy maker is not by; Think not thou canst weep a tear And thy maker is not near.
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
To Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness.
I was in a Printing-house in Hell, and saw the method in which knowledge is transmitted from generation to generation.
Time is the mercy of Eternity; without Time's swiftness Which is the swiftest of all things, all were eternal torment.
Children of the future age Reading this indignant page Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime
And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles.
[L]et light Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring The honey'd dew that cometh on waking day. O radiant morning.
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.
But when he has done this, let him not say that he knows better than his master, for he only holds a candle in sunshine.
There is a smile of love, And there is a smile of deceit, And there is a smile of smiles In which these two smiles meet.
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.
For where'er the sun does shine, And where'er the rain does fall, Babe can never hunger there, Nor poverty the mind appall.
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.
Abstinence sows sand all over The ruddy limbs and flaming hair, But desire gratified Plants fruits of life and beauty there.
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from 'The Garden of Love')
To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower Hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour.
When Sir Joshua Reynolds died All Nature was degraded; The King dropped a tear in the Queen's ear, And all his pictures faded.
Fun I love, but too much fun is of all things the most loathsome. Mirth is better than fun, and happiness is better than mirth.
He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise.
Invention depends altogether upon execution or organization; as that is right or wrong so is the invention perfect or imperfect.
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.
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.
Does the Eagle know what is in the pit Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod, Or Love in a golden bowl?
The atoms of Democritus And Newton's particles of light Are sands upon the Red Sea shore, Where Israel's tents do shine so bright.
When I tell the truth, it is not for the sake of convincing those who do not know it, but for the sake of defending those that do.
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.
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
Without contraries is no progression. Attraction and repulsion, reason and energy, love and hate, are necessary to human existence.
Energy is the only life, and is from the body; and reason is the bound or outward circumference of energy. Energy is eternal delight.
O white-robed Angel, guide my timorous hand to write as on a lofty rock with iron pen the words of truth, that all who pass may read.
You smile with pomp and rigor, you talk of benevolence and virtue; I act with benevolence and virtue and get murdered time after time.
All futurity seems teeming with endless destruction never to be repelled; Desperate remorse swallows the present in a quenchless rage.
Struggling in my father's hands, Striving against my swaddling bands, Bound and weary, I thought best To sulk upon my mother's breast.
England! awake! awake! awake! Jerusalem thy sister calls! Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death And close her from thy ancient walls?
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 spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.
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'.
Love seeketh only self to please, To bind another to its delight, Joys in another's loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.
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.
Knowledge of ideal beauty is not to be acquired. It is born with us. Innate ideas are in every man, born with him; theyare truly himself.
And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen?
God appears, and God is Light, to those poor souls who dwell in Night; but does a Human Form display to those who dwell in realms of Day.
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!
Men are admitted into heaven not because they have curbed or governed their passions, but because they have cultivate their understandings.
O God, protect me from my friends, that they have not power over me. Thou hast giv'n me power to protect myself from thy bitterest enemies.
The hand of Vengeance found the Bed To which the Purple Tyrant fled The iron hand crush'd the tyrant's head And became Tyrant in his stead.