Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow.
William BlakeTime is the mercy of Eternity; without Time's swiftness Which is the swiftest of all things, all were eternal torment.
William BlakeI wander thro' each charter'd street, Near where the charter'd Thames does flow, And mark in every face I meet Marks of weakness, marks of woe. 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. How the Chimney-sweeper's cry Every black'ning Church appalls; And the hapless Soldier's sigh Runs in blood down Palace walls. But most thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlot's curse Blasts the new born Infant's tear, And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.
William Blake