But to go to school in a summer morn,O! It drives all joy away;Under a cruel eye outworn,The little ones spend the dayIn sighing and dismay.
What is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a song? Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price of all the man hath, his house, his wife, his children.
Without contraries there is no progression.
The emmet's inch and eagle's mileMake lame philosophy to smile.He who doubts from what he seesWill ne'er believe, do what you please.- Auguries of Innocence
Oh! why was I born with a different face? why was I not born like the rest of my race? when
God Appears & God is Light To those poor Souls who dwell in Night But does a Human Form Display To those who Dwell in Realms of day
For Mercy has a human heart;Pity, a human face;And Love, the human form divine:And Peace the human dress.Songs of InnocenceCruelty has a human heartAnd jealousy a human face,Terror the human form divi...
And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, And binding with briars, my joys & desires.
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.
What the hammer? What the Chains?In what furnace was thy brain?Where the anvil? What dread grasp?Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
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.
Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.
SOME ARE BORN TO SWEET DELIGHTSOME ARE BORN TO ENDLESS NIGHT
If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.
INFANT SORROW My mother groaned, my father wept: Into the dangerous world I leapt, Helpless, naked, piping loud, Like a fiend hid in a cloud. Struggling in my father's hands, Strivin...
He who replies to words of doubtdoth put the light of knowledge out.
Improvement makes straight roads but the crooked roads without improvement are roads of genius.
You cannot have Liberty in this world without what you call Moral Virtue, and you cannot have Moral Virtue without the slavery of that half of the human race who hate what you call Moral Virtue.
For I dance And drink and sing,Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing.If thought is lifeAnd strength and breathAnd the wantOf thought is deathThen am IA happy flyIf I liveOr if I die
Without a use this shining woman lived - Or did she only live to be at death the food of worms.