William Blake Quotes About Hills

Quotes about: Hills

• 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

• I have conversed with the spiritual Sun. I saw him on Primrose Hill

  William Blake

  Spiritual, Saws, Sun

  William Blake, W. H. Stevenson (2007). “Blake: The Complete Poems”, p.832, Pearson Education

• 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

• Jerusalem (1804) And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green And was the holy lamb of God On England's pleasant pastures seen And did the countenance divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills And was Jerusalem builded here Among those dark Satanic mills Bring me my bow of burning gold Bring me my arrows of desire Bring me my spears o'clouds unfold Bring me my chariot of fire I will not cease from mental fight Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand 'Til we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant land

  William Blake

  Sleep, Fighting, Dark

  'Milton' (1804-10) Preface 'And did those feet in ancient time'

• The little ones leaped, and shouted, and laugh'd
  And all the hills echoed

  William Blake

  Laughing, Littles, Hills

• 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

  Kissing, Land, Wind

  William Blake, W. H. Stevenson (2007). “Blake: The Complete Poems”, p.4, Pearson Education

• Where others see but the dawn coming over the hill, I see the soul of God shouting for joy.

  William Blake

  Joy, Soul, Dawn

• The fields from Islington to Marybone, To Primrose Hill and Saint John's Wood, Were builded over with pillars of gold; And there Jerusalem's pillars stood.

  William Blake

  Gold, Fields, Pillars

  'Jerusalem' (1815) 'To the Jews' (plate 27, l. 1) "The fields from Islington to Marybone"

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