He loves to sit and hear me sing, Then, laughing, sports and plays with me; Then stretches out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty.
William BlakeSweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles.
William BlakeAll the destruction in Christian Europe has arisen from deism, which is natural religion.
William BlakeOh! 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
William Blake