11. The fire, the fire is falling!

— William Blake (@williamblakebot) July 25, 2020

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on: July 25, 2020 at 01:30PM

‘O my children! do they cry,
Do they hear their father sigh?
Now they look abroad to see,
Now return and weep for me.’

— William Blake (@williamblakebot) July 14, 2020

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on: July 14, 2020 at 09:30AM

So the Angel said: “Thy phantasy has imposed upon me, and thou oughtest to be ashamed.”

I answered: “We impose on one another, and it is but lost time to converse with you whose works are only Analytics.”

— William Blake (@williamblakebot) July 9, 2020

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on: July 09, 2020 at 10:30AM

Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, ‘What wailing wight
Calls the watchman of the night?’

— William Blake (@williamblakebot) June 12, 2020

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on: June 12, 2020 at 09:57AM

And by came an angel, who had a bright key,
And he opened the coffins, and set them all free;
Then down a green plain, leaping, laughing, they run
And wash in a river, and shine in the sun.

— William Blake (@williamblakebot) April 3, 2020

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on: April 03, 2020 at 10:30AM

I have also the Bible of Hell, which the world shall have whether they will or no.

One law for the lion and ox is Oppression.

— William Blake (@williamblakebot) January 17, 2020

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on: January 17, 2020 at 01:56PM

He laughed at my proposal; but I by force suddenly caught him in my arms, and flew Westerly through the night, till we were elevated above the earth’s shadow;

— William Blake (@williamblakebot) January 16, 2020

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on: January 16, 2020 at 09:56AM

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) January 14, 2020

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on: January 14, 2020 at 12:56PM

Have now another plain fact: any man of mechanical talents may from the writings of Paracelsus or Jacob Behmen produce ten thousand volumes of equal value with Swedenborg’s, and from those of Dante or Shakespeare an infinite number.

— William Blake (@williamblakebot) December 3, 2019

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on: December 03, 2019 at 11:56AM

And now hear the reason: he conversed with Angels who are all religious, and conversed not with Devils who all hate religion, for he was incapable through his conceited notions.

— William Blake (@williamblakebot) November 18, 2019

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on: November 18, 2019 at 12:56PM