And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from 'The Garden of Love')
William BlakeThe tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.
William BlakeTo Mercy, Pity, Peace and Love All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness.
William BlakeCan I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief? Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrow's share? Can a father see his child Weep, nor be with sorrow filled? Can a mother sit and hear An infant groan, an infant fear? No, no! never can it be! Never, never can it be!
William Blake