William Blake Love Quotations

Bring me an axe and spade, Bring me a winding-sheet; When I my grave have made Let winds and tempests beat: Then down I'll lie as cold as clay. True love doth pass away!

The Woman that does not love your Frowns Will never embrace your smiles.

Embraces are comminglings from the head even to the feet, And not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place.

I cry, Love! Love! Love! happy happy Love! free as the mountain wind!

The look of love alarms Because 'tis filled with fire; But the look of soft deceit Shall sin the lover's hire.

He loves to sit and hear me sing, Then, laughing, sports and plays with me; Then stretches out my golden wing, And mocks my loss of liberty.

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'...

Love is weak when there is more doubt than there is trust, but love is most strong when you learn to trust even with all the doubts. If a thing loves, it is infinite.

For Mercy has a human heart Pity, a human face: And Love, the human form divine, And Peace, the human dress.

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.

How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoyed in you! The languid strings do scarcely move! The sound is forced, the notes are few!

My silks and fine array, My smiles and languished air, By love are driv'n away And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave: Such end true lovers have.

How sweet I roamed from field to field, And tasted all the summer's pride, Till I the prince of love beheld, Who in the sunny beams did glide!

I thought Love lived in the hot sunshine, But O, he lives in the moony light! I thought to find Love in the heat of day, But sweet Love is the comforter of night.

And we are put on this earth a little space that we might learn to bear the beams of love

Fun I love, but too much fun is of all things the most loathsome. Mirth is better than fun, and happiness is better than mirth.

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit / Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? / Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod, / Or Love in a golden bowl?

They suppose that Woman's Love is Sin; in consequence all the Loves & Graces with them are Sin.

I have mental joys and mental health,Mental friends and mental wealth,I've a wife that I love and that loves me;I've all but riches bodily.

To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love / All pray in their distress.

Love seeketh not itself to please, but for another gives its ease.

Never seek to tell thy love, / Love that never told can be; / For the gentle wind does move / Silently, invisibly.

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

And Father, how can I love youOr any of my brothers more?I love you like the little birdThat picks up crumbs around the door.

Without contraries is no progression. Attraction and repulsion, reason and energy, love and hate, are necessary to human existence.

Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.

I am in you and you in me, mutual in divine love.

Where mercy, love, and pity dwell, there God is dwelling too.

Eternity is in love with the productions of time.

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.

If a thing loves, it is infinite.

No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.

I thought Love lived in the hot sunshine,But O, he lives in the moony light!I thought to find Love in the heat of day,But sweet Love is the comforter of night.