Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

— William Blake (@williamblakebot) September 12, 2019

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7. In her trembling hands she took the new-born terror, howling.

— William Blake (@williamblakebot) April 8, 2019

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He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.
The cut worm forgives the plough.
Dip him in the river who loves water.
A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.

— William Blake (@williamblakebot) April 4, 2019

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1. That Man has two real existing principles, viz. a Body and a Soul.

— William Blake (@williamblakebot) April 3, 2019

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The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the wandering light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
Appeared like his father, in white.

— William Blake (@williamblakebot) March 26, 2019

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Once I saw a Devil in a flame of fire, who arose before an Angel that sat on a cloud, and the Devil uttered these words:

— William Blake (@williamblakebot) March 24, 2019

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I was in a printing-house in Hell, and saw the method in which knowledge is transmitted from generation to generation.

— William Blake (@williamblakebot) March 7, 2019

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As the air to a bird, or the sea to a fish, so is contempt to the contemptible.
The crow wished everything was black; the owl that everything was white.

— William Blake (@williamblakebot) March 6, 2019

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Soon we saw the stable and the church, and I took him to the altar and opened the Bible, and lo! it was a deep pit, into which I descended, driving the Angel before me.

— William Blake (@williamblakebot) February 21, 2019

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on: February 21, 2019 at 01:56PM

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

— William Blake (@williamblakebot) February 15, 2019

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on: February 14, 2019 at 08:56PM