The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest. – William Blake
Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hells despair. – William Blake
The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest. – William Blake
Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hells despair. – 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
What is grand is necessarily obscure to weak men. That which can be made explicit to the idiot is not worth my care. – William Blake