1. Man has no Body distinct from his Soul. For that called Body is a portion of Soul discerned by the five senses, the chief inlets of Soul in this age.
— William Blake (@williamblakebot)
Jul 12, 2021
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on: July 12, 2021 at 11:30AM
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?— William Blake (@williamblakebot)
Jun 21, 2021
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on: June 21, 2021 at 09:57AM
As a new heaven is begun, and it is now thirty-three years since its advent, the Eternal Hell revives.
— William Blake (@williamblakebot) May 20, 2021
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on: May 20, 2021 at 10:57AM
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) April 1, 2021
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on: April 01, 2021 at 02:56PM
To the devourer it seems as if the producer was in his chains; but it is not so, he only takes portions of existence, and fancies that the whole.
— William Blake (@williamblakebot) November 6, 2020
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on: November 05, 2020 at 09:30PM
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?— William Blake (@williamblakebot) October 16, 2020
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on: October 16, 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) October 9, 2020
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on: October 09, 2020 at 09:30AM
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) September 21, 2020
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on: September 21, 2020 at 11:30AM
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