William Blake Quotes About Fathers

Quotes about: Fathers

• 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

• Father, O father! what do we here
  In this land of unbelief and fear?

  William Blake

  Fear, Father, Land

  William Blake (2005). “Collected Poems”, p.90, Routledge

• My mother groaned, my father wept, into the dangerous world I leapt.

  William Blake

  Birthday, Mother, Father

  'Songs of Experience' (1794) 'Infant Sorrow'

• 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'

• Struggling in my father's hands,
  Striving against my swaddling bands,
  Bound and weary, I thought best
  To sulk upon my mother's breast.

  William Blake

  Mother, Father, Struggle

  William Blake (1966). “Complete Writings: With Variant Readings”, p.166, Oxford University Press, USA

• Thinking as I do that the Creator of this world is a very cruel being, and being a worshipper of Christ, I cannot help saying: ''the Son, O how unlike the Father!'' First God Almighty comes with a thump on the head. Then Jesus Christ comes with a balm to heal it.

  William Blake

  Jesus, Father, Son

  William Blake, Robert N. Essick, Joseph Viscomi (1998). “Milton a Poem, and the Final Illuminated Works: The Ghost of Abel, On Homers Poetry, [and] On Virgil, Laocoön”, p.221, Princeton University Press

• When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry weep weep weep weep. So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.

  William Blake

  Mother, Father, Sleep

  'Songs of Innocence' (1789) 'The Chimney Sweeper'

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