William Blake Quotes About Joy

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  • The 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.

    Nature  
    William Blake (1977). “The Portable William Blake”, p.136, Penguin
  • Such, such were the joys When we all, girls and boys, In our youth time were seen On the Echoing Green.

    William Blake (2005). “Collected Poems”, p.48, Routledge
  • He who kisses joy as it flies by will live in eternity's sunrise.

  • I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee!

    William Blake (1977). “The Portable William Blake”, p.71, Penguin
  • As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.

    William Blake (2005). “Collected Poems”, p.167, Routledge
  • I have mental joys and mental health, Mental friends and mental wealth, I've a wife that I love and that loves me; I've all but riches bodily.

    William Blake (2005). “Collected Poems”, p.101, Routledge
  • Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.

    William Blake (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of William Blake (Illustrated)”, p.202, Delphi Classics
  • I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door; So I turn'd to the Garden of Love, That so many sweet flowers bore. And I saw it was filled with graves, And tomb-stones where flowers should be: And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, And binding with briars, my joys & desires.

    Sweet  
    William Blake (2008). “The Complete Poetry and Prose of William Blake”, p.26, Univ of California Press
  • He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise.

    Life   Happiness  
    William Blake (2000). “The Selected Poems of William Blake”, p.6, Wordsworth Editions
  • Love seeketh only self to please, To bind another to its delight, Joys in another's loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.

    'Songs of Experience' (1794) 'The Clod and the Pebble'
  • And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from 'The Garden of Love')

    William Blake (2005). “Collected Poems”, p.75, Routledge
  • Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles.

    Sweet  
    William Blake, W. H. Stevenson (2007). “Blake: The Complete Poems”, p.155, Pearson Education
  • 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 day In sighing and dismay.

    William Blake, Andrew Lincoln (1991). “Songs of Innocence and of Experience”, p.202, Princeton University Press
  • O thou who passest through our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils! Thou, O Summer, Oft pitchest here thy golden tent, and oft Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.

  • Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves the feet of angels bright; unseen they pour blessing, and joy without ceasing, on each bud and blossom, and each sleeping bosom.

    William Blake, Andrew Lincoln (1991). “Songs of Innocence and of Experience”, p.162, Princeton University Press
  • Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silken twine.

    Life  
    William Blake (1868). “Songs of Innocence and of Experience, Showing the Two Contrary States of the Human Soul”, p.98
  • The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.

    William Blake (2005). “Collected Poems”, p.4, Routledge
  • Man was made for joy and woe, and when this we rightly know through the world we safely go. Joy and woe are woven fine, a clothing for the soul to bind.

    Men   Soul  
    "Auguries of Innocence". Poem by William Blake, 1803.
  • Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,Dreaming o'er the joys of night.Sleep, sleep: in thy sleepLittle sorrows sit and weep.

    William Blake, David Fuller (2000). “William Blake: Selected Poetry and Prose”, p.151, Pearson Education
  • The Sick Rose O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.

    Life   Art  
    'Songs of Experience' (1794) 'The Sick Rose'
  • Praises reap not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not!

    William Blake (2005). “Collected Poems”, p.167, Routledge
  • How can a bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing?

    William Blake (2005). “Collected Poems”, p.82, Routledge
  • And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every Child may joy to hear.

    William Blake, Andrew Lincoln (1991). “Songs of Innocence and of Experience”, p.143, Princeton University Press
  • Joy and woe are woven fine.

    'Auguries of Innocence' (c.1803) l. 53
  • The Angel that presided o'er my birth Said, 'Little creature, formed of joy and mirth, Go love without the help of any thing on earth'.

    William Blake (1899). “William Blake: XVII Designs to Thornton's Virgil, Reproduced from the Original Woodcuts, MDCCCXXI.”
  • Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.

    William Blake, David Fuller (2000). “William Blake: Selected Poetry and Prose”, p.156, Pearson Education
  • Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.

    William Blake, William Butler Yeats (2002). “Collected Poems”, p.166, Psychology Press
  • How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring?

    William Blake, Andrew Lincoln (1991). “Songs of Innocence and of Experience”, p.202, Princeton University Press
  • Energy is eternal delight.

    'The Marriage of Heaven and Hell' (1790-3) 'The voice of the Devil'
  • Where others see but the dawn coming over the hill, I see the soul of God shouting for joy.

    Soul  
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