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
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
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