William Blake Quotes About Sleep

Quotes about: Sleep

• Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night.

  William Blake

  Good Morning, Happiness, Sleep

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

• England! awake! awake! awake! Jerusalem thy sister calls! Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death And close her from thy ancient walls?

  William Blake

  Sister, Wall, Sleep

  'Jerusalem' (1815) 'To the Christians' (plate 77) "England! awake!... "

• I will not cease from mental fight Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand.

  William Blake

  Sleep, Fighting, Hands

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

• 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'

• May God us keep From Single vision and Newton's sleep.

  William Blake

  Sleep, Vision, May

  "Letter to Thomas Butts, 22 November 1802" (1802)

• 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

• Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,Dreaming o'er the joys of night.Sleep, sleep: in thy sleepLittle sorrows sit and weep.

  William Blake

  Dream, Sleep, Night

  William Blake, David Fuller (2000). “William Blake: Selected Poetry and Prose”, p.151, Pearson Education

• 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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