Cruelty has a human heart,And Jealousy a human face;Terror the human form divine,And Secresy the human dress.The human dress is forged iron,The human form a fiery forge,The human face a furnace sealed...
To see a world in a grain of sandAnd a heaven in a wild flower,Hold infinity in the palm of your handAnd eternity in an hour.A robin redbreast in a cagePuts all heaven in a rage.A dove-house filled wi...
To see a World in a grain of sand,And a Heaven in a wild flower,Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,And Eternity in an hour.
The hours of folly are measur’d by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure.
Souvent ton amitié a fait mon cœur pour faire du mal: ne soyez mon ennemi pour l'amour de l'amitié. - William Blake
Little Lamb, who made thee Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life, and bid thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, br...
Mirth is better than fun and happiness is better than mirth.
Prisons are built with stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of Religion
In what distant deeps or skiesBurnt the fire of thine eyes?On what wings dare he aspire?What the hand dare seize the fire?And what shoulder and what artCould twist the sinews of thy heart?And, when th...
And, father, how can I love you Or any of my brothers more?I love you like the little bird That picks up crumbs around the door.
When the stars threw down their spears,And water'd heaven with their tears:
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he...
Piping down the valleys wild Piping songs of pleasant glee On a cloud I saw a child. And he laughing said to me. Pipe a song about a Lamb; So I piped with merry chear, Piper pipe that song again— So I...
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe; I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I water'd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears; And I sunned it with...
He who mocks the infant's faithShall be mock'd in age and death.He who shall teach the child to doubtThe rotting grave shall ne'er get out.He who respects the infant's faithTriumphs over hell and deat...
For Mercy has a human heartPity, a human face:And Love, the human form divine,And Peace, the human dress.
The sun descending in the west,The evening star does shine;The birds are silent in their nest.And I must seek for mine.The moon, like a flowerIn heaven's high bower,With silent delightSits and smiles...
The prince's robes and beggar's rags,Are toadstools on the miser's bags.A truth that's told with bad intent,Beats all the lies you can invent
THE LILY The modest Rose puts forth a thorn, The humble sheep a threat'ning horn: While the Lily white shall in love delight, Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.
SULLA PENA DI UN' ALTROPosso vedere la pena di un altroe non soffrire anch'io?Posso vedere la pena di un altroe non cercare gentile sollievo?Posso vedere una lacrima che cade e non sentire la mia part...