Who is William Blake

William Blake (28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827) was an English poet, painter, and printmaker. Largely unrecognised during his lifetime, Blake is now considered a seminal figure in the history of the poetry and visual arts of the Romantic Age. What he called his prophetic works were said by 20th-century critic Northrop Frye to form "what is in proportion to its merits the least read body of poetry in the English language". His visual artistry led 21st-century critic Jonathan Jones to proclaim him "far and away the greatest artist Britain has ever produced". In 2002, Blake was placed at number 38 in the BBC's poll of the 100 Greatest Britons. While he lived in London his entire life, except for three years spent in Felpham, he produced a diverse and symbolically rich œuvr...
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William Blake Poems

  • Cupid
    Why was Cupid a boy,
    And why a boy was he?
    He should have been a girl,
    For aught that I can see. ...
  • A Song Of Liberty
    The Eternal Female groand! it was heard over all the Earth:
    Albions coast is sick silent; the American meadows faint!
    Shadows of Prophecy shiver along by the lakes and the rivers and mutter across the ocean! France rend down thy dungeon;
    Golden Spain burst the barriers of old Rome; ...
  • The Sky Is An Immortal Tent Built By The Sons Of Los
    The sky is an immortal tent built by the Sons of Los:
    And every space that a man views around his dwelling-place
    Standing on his own roof or in his garden on a mount
    Of twenty-five cubits in height, such space is his universe: ...
  • Preludium To America
    The shadowy Daughter of Urthona stood before red Orc,
    When fourteen suns had faintly journey'd o'er his dark abode:
    His food she brought in iron baskets, his drink in cups of iron:
    Crown'd with a helmet and dark hair the nameless female stood; ...
  • Blind Man's Buff
    When silver snow decks Susan's clothes,
    And jewel hangs at th' shepherd's nose,
    The blushing bank is all my care,
    With hearth so red, and walls so fair; ...
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Top 10 most used topics by William Blake

Night 65 Love 54 I Love You 54 Joy 49 Earth 43 Sleep 42 Sweet 40 God 39 Heaven 38 Light 37


William Blake Quotes

  • When the doors of perception are cleansed, man will see things as they truly are, infinite.
  • If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.
  • I myself do nothing. The Holy Spirit accomplishes all through me.
  • Energy is eternal delight.
  • And because I am happy and dance and sing, They think they have done me no injury.
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Comments about William Blake

  • Whotown: my parents used to read me william blake before bed when i was a tot. as a young ingenue, i found ginsberg. as a woman, i found myself.
  • Firusvg: o rose thou art sick. the invisible worm, that flies in the night in the howling storm: has found out thy bed of crimson joy: and his dark secret love does thy life destroy. -- william blake, the sick rose
  • Artist_blake: william blake, and smote job with sore boils from the sole of his feet to the crown of his head, from illustrations of the book of job, 1825
  • Tmandenberg: 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. william blake
  • Artist_blake: william blake, the good farmer, probably the parable of the wheat and the tares. verso: rough sketch of two or three figures in a landscape, 1780
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William Blake Poem
The Little Black Boy
 by William Blake

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 bereav'd of light.

My mother taught me underneath a tree
And sitting down before the heat of day.
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
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