Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau.
Mock on, mock on—’tis all in vain!
You throw the sand against the wind,
And the wind blows it back again.
William Blake, Poems from Blake’s Notebook, (c. 1804), “Mock On”, st. 1.
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To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
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The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity… and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.
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Thus men forgot that All deities reside in the human breast.
William Blake, “The Marriage of Heaven and Hell”
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How do you know but every Bird
that cuts the airy way,
Is an immense world of delight,
clos’d by your senses five?
—William Blake
Photograph: Yvon [Pierre Yves Petit, 1886-1969] : Gargoyle atop Notre Dame
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If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is—infinite.
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And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love.
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![How do you know but every Bird
that cuts the airy way,
Is an immense world of delight,
clos’d by your senses five?—William BlakePhotograph: Yvon [Pierre Yves Petit, 1886-1969] : Gargoyle atop Notre Dame
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