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
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) November 8, 2019
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on: November 08, 2019 at 09:56AM
At last to the East, distant about three degrees, appeared a fiery crest above the waves; slowly it reared like a ridge of golden rocks, till we discovered two globes of crimson fire, from which the sea fled away in clouds of smoke; and now we saw it was the head of Leviathan.
— William Blake (@williamblakebot) October 18, 2019
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on: October 18, 2019 at 01:56PM
Beneath us was nothing now to be seen but a black tempest, till looking East between the clouds and the waves, we saw a cataract of blood mixed with fire, and not many stones’ throw from us appeared and sunk again the scaly fold of a monstrous serpent.
— William Blake (@williamblakebot) October 18, 2019
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on: October 18, 2019 at 12:56PM
But now, from between the black and white spiders, a cloud and fire burst and rolled through the deep, blackening all beneath so that the nether deep grew black as a sea, and rolled with a terrible noise.
— William Blake (@williamblakebot) October 18, 2019
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on: October 18, 2019 at 11:56AM
These are Devils, and are called powers of the air. I now asked my companion which was my eternal lot. He said: “Between the black and white spiders.”
— William Blake (@williamblakebot) October 18, 2019
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on: October 18, 2019 at 10:56AM