William Blake Quotes About Children

Quotes about: Children

• When the voices of children are heard on the greenAnd laughing is heard on the hill,My heart is at rest within my breastAnd everything else is still.

  William Blake

  Children, Heart, Voice

  William Blake (2005). “Collected Poems”, p.58, Routledge

• Children of the future age Reading this indignant page Know that in a former time Love, sweet love, was thought a crime

  William Blake

  Sweet, Children, Reading

  'Songs of Experience' (1794) 'A Little Girl Lost'

• Then the Parson might preach, & drink, & sing, And we'd be as happy as birds in the spring; And modest dame Lurch, who is always at Church, Would not have bandy children, nor fasting, nor birch.

  William Blake

  Children, Spring, Bird

  'Songs of Experience' (1794) 'The Little Vagabond'

• To Mercy Pity Peace and Love All pray in their distress, And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. For Mercy Pity Peace and Love Is God our father dear. And Mercy Pity Peace and Love Is Man his child and care. Then every man of every clime That prays in his distress Prays to the human form divine: Love Mercy Pity Peace. And all must love the human form In heathen, Turk, or Jew. Where Mercy, Love and Pity dwell There God is dwelling too.

  William Blake

  Love, Peace, Children

  William Blake (2017). “Songs of Innocence and Experience”, p.17, BookRix

• Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: "Pipe a song about a Lamb." So I piped with merry cheer; "Piper, pipe that song again." So I piped; he wept to hear.

  William Blake

  Song, Cheer, Laughter

  'Songs of Innocence' (1789) introduction

• And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs Every Child may joy to hear.

  William Blake

  Song, Children, Water

  William Blake, Andrew Lincoln (1991). “Songs of Innocence and of Experience”, p.143, Princeton University Press

• How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring?

  William Blake

  Children, Spring, Wings

  William Blake, Andrew Lincoln (1991). “Songs of Innocence and of Experience”, p.202, Princeton University Press

• Can I see another's woe, And not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief, And not seek for kind relief? Can I see a falling tear, And not feel my sorrow's share? Can a father see his child Weep, nor be with sorrow filled? Can a mother sit and hear An infant groan, an infant fear? No, no! never can it be! Never, never can it be!

  William Blake

  Mother, Children, Father

  'Songs of Innocence' (1789) 'On Another's Sorrow'

• What is the price of experience? Do men buy it for a song? Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price of all the man hath, his house, his wife, his children.

  William Blake

  Dance, Wisdom, Song

  William Blake, W. H. Stevenson (2007). “Blake: The Complete Poems”, p.337, Pearson Education

• 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'

• He who shall teach the child to doubtThe rotting grave shall ne'er get out.

  William Blake

  Children, Rotting, Graves

  William Blake (2005). “Collected Poems”, p.96, Routledge

• My Brother starv'd between two Walls,His Children's Cry my Soul appalls

  William Blake

  Brother, Children, Wall

  William Blake (2000). “The Selected Poems of William Blake”, p.135, Wordsworth Editions

• The child's toys and the old man's reasons are the fruits of two seasons.

  William Blake

  Children, Men, Two

  William Blake (1868). “Songs of Innocence and of Experience, Showing the Two Contrary States of the Human Soul”, p.99

• But most thro' midnight streets I hear
  How the youthful Harlots curse
  Blasts the new-born Infants tear
  And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse

  William Blake

  Children, Abuse, Tears

  William Blake (1971). “Songs of Innocence and Experience”, p.27, Library of Alexandria

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