William Blake Quotes About Joy

Quotes about: Joy

• He who kisses joy as it flies by will live in eternity's sunrise.

  William Blake

  Kissing, Joy, Sunrise

• The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.

  William Blake

  Nature, Moving, Eye

  William Blake (1977). “The Portable William Blake”, p.136, Penguin

• He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise.

  William Blake

  Life, Happiness, Happy

  William Blake (2000). “The Selected Poems of William Blake”, p.6, Wordsworth Editions

• Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.

  William Blake

  Love, Joy, Mind

  William Blake, David Fuller (2000). “William Blake: Selected Poetry and Prose”, p.156, Pearson Education

• Joy and woe are woven fine,
  A clothing for the soul divine.
  Under every grief and pine
  Runs a joy with silken twine.

  William Blake

  Inspirational, Life, Running

  William Blake (1868). “Songs of Innocence and of Experience, Showing the Two Contrary States of the Human Soul”, p.98

• Energy is eternal delight.

  William Blake

  Philosophy, Medicine, Joy

  'The Marriage of Heaven and Hell' (1790-3) 'The voice of the Devil'

• I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door; So I turn'd to the Garden of Love, That so many sweet flowers bore. And I saw it was filled with graves, And tomb-stones where flowers should be: And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds, And binding with briars, my joys & desires.

  William Blake

  Sweet, Flower, Garden

  William Blake (2008). “The Complete Poetry and Prose of William Blake”, p.26, Univ of California Press

• As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.

  William Blake

  Atheist, Eggs, Joy

  William Blake (2005). “Collected Poems”, p.167, Routledge

• The Sick Rose O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy, And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.

  William Blake

  Life, Art, Dark

  'Songs of Experience' (1794) 'The Sick Rose'

• Love seeketh only self to please, To bind another to its delight, Joys in another's loss of ease, And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.

  William Blake

  Love, Loss, Self

  'Songs of Experience' (1794) 'The Clod and the Pebble'

• 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.”

• Joys impregnate. Sorrows bring forth.

  William Blake

  Joy, Sorrow

  William Blake, William Butler Yeats (2002). “Collected Poems”, p.166, Psychology Press

• O thou who passest through our valleys in Thy strength, curb thy fierce steeds, allay the heat That flames from their large nostrils! Thou, O Summer, Oft pitchest here thy golden tent, and oft Beneath our oaks hast slept, while we beheld With joy thy ruddy limbs and flourishing hair.

  William Blake

  Summer, Flames, Hair

• 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

• Joy and woe are woven fine.

  William Blake

  Joy, Woven, Woe

  'Auguries of Innocence' (c.1803) l. 53

• Excessive sorrow laughs. Excessive joy weeps.

  William Blake

  Sympathy, Artist, Laughing

  William Blake (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of William Blake (Illustrated)”, p.202, Delphi Classics

• Praises reap not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not!

  William Blake

  Laughing, Joy, Sorrow

  William Blake (2005). “Collected Poems”, p.167, Routledge

• Man was made for joy and woe, and when this we rightly know through the world we safely go. Joy and woe are woven fine, a clothing for the soul to bind.

  William Blake

  Men, Joy, Soul

  "Auguries of Innocence". Poem by William Blake, 1803.

• How can a bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing?

  William Blake

  Bird, Joy, Cages

  William Blake (2005). “Collected Poems”, p.82, Routledge

• 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

• Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles.

  William Blake

  Baby, Sweet, Joy

  William Blake, W. H. Stevenson (2007). “Blake: The Complete Poems”, p.155, Pearson Education

• But to go to school in a summer morn, O! It drives all joy away; Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day In sighing and dismay.

  William Blake

  Summer, School, Eye

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

• And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from 'The Garden of Love')

  William Blake

  Garden, Joy, Black

  William Blake (2005). “Collected Poems”, p.75, Routledge

• 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 spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.

  William Blake

  Autumn, Garden, Light

  William Blake (2005). “Collected Poems”, p.4, Routledge

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