English poet & painter (1757-1827)
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", Songs of Experience
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.
WILLIAM BLAKE
Blake's Exhibition and Catalogue of 1809, A Descriptive Catalogue of Pictures: Number V. The Ancient Britons
Active Evil is better than Passive Good.
WILLIAM BLAKE
Annotations to Lavater
They suppose that Woman's Love is Sin; in consequence all the Loves & Graces with them are Sin.
WILLIAM BLAKE
Annotations to Lavater