William Blake Quotes About Angels

Quotes about: Angels

• As I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels look like torment and insanity, I collected some of their Proverbs.

  William Blake

  Angel, Fire, Insanity

  William Blake (2008). “The Complete Poetry and Prose of William Blake”, p.35, Univ of California Press

• It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God only.

  William Blake

  Angel, Men, Devil

  William Blake (1977). “The Portable William Blake”, p.455, Penguin

• O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
  Thro' the clear windows of the morning, turn
  Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
  Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!
  
  The hills tell each other, and the listening
  Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turned
  Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth,
  And let thy holy feet visit our clime.
  
  Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds
  Kiss thy perfumed garments; let us taste
  Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls
  Upon our love-sick land that mourns for thee.

  William Blake

  Morning, Spring, Eye

  William Blake (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of William Blake (Illustrated)”, p.18, Delphi Classics

• The Angel that presided o'er my birth Said, 'Little creature, formed of joy and mirth, Go love without the help of any thing on earth'.

  William Blake

  Love, Angel, Joy

  William Blake (1899). “William Blake: XVII Designs to Thornton's Virgil, Reproduced from the Original Woodcuts, MDCCCXXI.”

• I heard an Angel singing; When the day was springing, Mercy, Pity, Peace; Is the world's release.

  William Blake

  Angel, Singing, World

  William Blake (2000). “The Selected Poems of William Blake”, p.96, Wordsworth Editions

• I asked a thief to steal me a peach: He turned up his eyes. I asked a lithe lady to lie her down: Holy and meek, she cries. As soon as I went An angel came. He winked at the thief And smiled at the dame- And without one word spoke Had a peach from the tree, And 'twixt earnest and joke Enjoyed the lady.

  William Blake

  Lying, Eye, Angel

  William Blake, W. H. Stevenson (2007). “Blake: The Complete Poems”, p.153, Pearson Education

• Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.

  William Blake

  Angel, Doors, Innocence And Experience

  'Songs of Innocence' (1789) 'Holy Thursday'

• Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening, Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!

  William Blake

  Angel, Light, Hair

  William Blake (1783). “Poetical Sketches”, p.5

• The reason Milton wrote in fetters when he wrote of Angels and God, and at liberty when of Devils and Hell, is because he was a true poet and of the Devil's party without knowing it.

  William Blake

  Party, Angel, Knowing

  The Marriage of Heaven and Hell "The Voice of the Devil" (note) (1790 - 1793)

• Angels are happier than men and devils, because they are not always prying after good and evil in one another, and eating the tree of knowledge for Satan's gratification.

  William Blake

  Angel, Men, Evil

  William Blake (1988). “William Blake”, Oxford University Press, USA

• Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves the feet of angels bright; unseen they pour blessing, and joy without ceasing, on each bud and blossom, and each sleeping bosom.

  William Blake

  Moving, Sleep, Angel

  William Blake, Andrew Lincoln (1991). “Songs of Innocence and of Experience”, p.162, Princeton University Press

• Death is terrible, tho' borne on angels' wings!

  William Blake

  Angel, Wings, Terrible

  William Blake (2008). “The Complete Poetry and Prose of William Blake”, p.436, Univ of California Press

• O white-robed Angel, guide my timorous hand to write as on a lofty rock with iron pen the words of truth, that all who pass may read.

  William Blake

  Angel, Writing, Hands

  William Blake (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of William Blake (Illustrated)”, p.73, Delphi Classics

• My mother bore me in the southern wild, And I am black, but O! my soul is white; White as an angel is the English child, But I am black as if bereaved of light.

  William Blake

  Mother, Children, Angel

  'Songs of Innocence' (1789) 'The Little Black Boy'

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