In seed-time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. – William Blake
This lifes dim windows of the soul
Distorts the heavens from pole to pole
And leads you to believe a lie
When you see with, not through, the eye. – William Blake
In seed-time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. – William Blake
This lifes dim windows of the soul
Distorts the heavens from pole to pole
And leads you to believe a lie
When you see with, not through, the eye. – William Blake
The man who never in his mind and thoughts traveld to heaven is no artist. – William Blake
I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. – William Blake