Father, O father! what do we here In this land of unbelief and fear?
Christ's crucifix shall be made an excuse for executing criminals.
To my eye Rubens' colouring is most contemptible. His shadows are a filthy brown somewhat the colour of excrement.
To see a world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wildflower.
I asked a thief to steal me a peach: He turned up his eyes. I asked a lithe lady to lie her down: Holy and meek, she cries. As soon as I went An angel came. He winked at the thief And smiled at the dame- And without one word spoke Had a peach from the tree, And 'twixt earnest and joke Enjoyed the lady.
To cast aside from Poetry, all that is not Inspiration
The gulfing whale was like a dot in the spell. Yet look upon it, and 'twould size and swell To its huge self, and the minutest fish Would pass the very hardest gazer's wish, And show his little eye's anatomy.
He who pretends to be either painter or engraver without being a master of drawing is an imposter.
The Fool shall not enter into Heaven let him be ever so Holy.
The grave is Heaven's golden gate, And rich and poor around it wait; O Shepherdess of England's fold, Behold this gate of pearl and gold!
She who dwells with me whom I have loved with such communion, that no place on earth can ever be solitude to me.
The Vision of Christ that thou dost see, Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine is the Friend of all Mankind, Mine speaks in Parables to the blind. Thine loves the same world that mine hates, Thy heaven-doors are my hell gates.
I'm sure this Jesus will not do Either for Englishman or Jew.
To Chloe's breast young Cupid slily stole, But he crept in at Myra's pocket-hole.
I give you the end of a golden string, Only wind it into a ball, It will lead you in at Heaven's gate Built in Jerusalem's wall.
The ancient Poets animated all sensible objects with Gods or Geniuses, calling them by the names and adorning them with the properties of woods, rivers, mountains, lakes, cities, nations, and whatever their enlarged & numerous senses could perceive.
All pictures that's painted with sense and with thought / Are painted by madmen as sure as a groat; / For the greater the fool in the pencil more blest, / And when they are drunk they always paint best.
Thou art a man God is no more Thy own humanity Learn to adore
If you trap the moment before it's ripe, The tears of repentence you'll certainly wipe; But if once you let the ripe moment go You can never wipe off the tears of woe.
Since the French Revolution Englishmen are all intermeasurable one by another, certainly a happy state of agreement to which I forone do not agree.
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy.
Praises reap not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not!
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?
God and His Priest and King,...make up a heaven of our misery.
The mocker of Art is the mocker of Jesus.
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