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
William Blakeexcuse my enthusiasm or rather madness, for I am really drunk with intellectual vision whenever I take a pencil or graver into my hand.
William BlakeTags: inspiration madness enthusiasm intellectual drunk
The Devil answer'd: bray a fool in a morter with wheat, yet shall not his folly be beaten out of him; if Jesus Christ is the greatest man, you ought to love him in the greatest degree; now hear how he has given his sanction to the law of ten commandments: did he not mock at the sabbath, and so mock the sabbaths God? murder those who were murder'd because of him? turn away the law from the woman taken in adultery? steal the labor of others to support him? bear false witness when he omitted making a defense before Pilate? covet when he pray'd for his disciples, and when he bid them shake off the dust of their feet against such as refused to lodge them? I tell you, no virtue can exist without breaking these ten commandments; Jesus was all virtue, and acted from impulse, not from rules.
William BlakeTags: religion heresy amusing iconoclasm intuitive-ethics sophistry
Никогда не поймешь, что значит “достаточно”, пока не узнаешь, что значит «чрезмерно».
William BlakeYou cannot have Liberty in this world without what you call Moral Virtue, and you cannot have Moral Virtue without the slavery of that half of the human race who hate what you call Moral Virtue.
William BlakeWhen a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to become your friend
William BlakeThink in the morning. Act in the noon.
William BlakeTo Generalize is to be an Idiot; To Particularize is the Alone Distinction of Merit.
William Blakeالنمرُ ! النمر ! أيها القط البري
يا من تشتعلُ بهاءً
في الغاباتِ الليلية
أي أيد ٍ وعيون ٍ أبدية
شكلت هذا الجمال البري
في عذوبة ٍ وعفوية ؟
من أشعلَ النارَ
في تلكَ العيون ِ العسلية ؟
وبأي أعماق ٍ أو سماواتٍ علوية
شكلت هذا الجمال
وأي جناح ٍ يجرؤ ان يتمنى أو يختار
وأي يد ٍ يمكنها أن تصطاد َ النار ؟
أي قدرة أو أي مهارة
خلقت تلك الثنايا
وزرعت فيكَ الجسارة
عندما يبدأُ قلبك َ في الهجوم
بمخلبٍ قويٍ ويدٍ من حديد
كالمطرقة أو سلاسل الفولاذ المتينة
تقبض على الفريسة المسكينة
بإرادةٍ صلبة وقوة شكيمة
عندما ترسلُ النجوم ُ أشعتها الذهبية
وتروي السماء الأرضَ بدموعها الندية
هل يشعر بالسعادة من خلق هذا الصنيع ؟
هل مَن خلقكَ هو الذي خلق الحمل الوديع ؟
النمرُ ! النمر ! أيها القط البري
يا من تشتعلُ بهاءً
في الغاباتِ الليلية
أي أيد ٍ وعيون ٍ أبدية
شكلت هذا الجمال البري
في عذوبة ٍ وعفوية ؟
Tags: فيولا-مونرو
WHEN the voices of children are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,
And the dews of night arise;
Come, come, leave off play, and let us away
Till the morning appears in the skies.
No, no, let us play, for it is yet day,
And we cannot go to sleep;
Besides, in the sky the little birds fly,
And the hills are all cover’d with sheep.
Well, well, go and play till the light fades away,
And then go home to bed.’
The little ones leaped and shouted and laugh’d
And all the hills echoed.
Tags: nurse-s-song
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