Blake seeks to provide the Golden String which can lead us through the labyrinth of our experience or his own poetry.

Saturday, March 11, 2023

10 QUOTES SECOND

Yale Center for British Art
Illustrations to Poems of Thomas Gray
The Progress of Poesy

 
He who binds to himself a joy   
Does the winged life destroy
But he who kisses the joy as it flies         
Lives in eternity's sun rise 
*
  Without Contraries is no progression.  Attraction and
Repulsion, Reason and Energy, Love and Hate, are necessary to
Human existence.
  From these contraries spring what the religious call Good &
Evil. Good is the passive that obeys Reason. Evil is the active
springing from Energy.
  Good is Heaven. Evil is Hell. 
*
I answerd: we impose on one another, & it is but lost time
to converse with you whose works are only Analytics.

                 Opposition is true Friendship. 
*
He who would see the Divinity must see him in his Children
One first, in friendship & love; then a Divine Family, & in the midst
Jesus will appear; so he who wishes to see a Vision; a perfect Whole        
Must see it in its Minute Particulars 
*
Mutual Forgiveness of each Vice
Such are the Gates of Paradise
Against the Accusers chief desire
Who walkd among the Stones of Fire
Jehovahs Finger Wrote the Law         
Then Wept! then rose in Zeal & Awe
And the Dead Corpse from Sinais heat      
Buried beneath his Mercy Seat        
O Christians Christians! tell me Why
You rear it on your Altars high 
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     It was when Jesus said to Me
     Thy Sins are all forgiven thee
     The Christian trumpets loud proclaim
     Thro all the World in Jesus name
     Mutual forgiveness of each Vice
     And oped the Gates of Paradise
     The Moral Virtues in Great fear
     Formed the Cross & Nails & Spear
     And the Accuser standing by
     Cried out Crucify Crucify
     Our Moral Virtues neer can be
     Nor Warlike pomp & Majesty
     For Moral Virtues all begin
     In the Accusations of Sin 
 *
I question not my Corporeal or Vegetative Eye any
more than I would Question a Window concerning a Sight   I look
thro it & not with it
*
  I never made friends but by spiritual gifts;
By severe contentions of friendship & the burning fire of thought.
*
 Our wars are wars of life, & wounds of love,
With intellectual spears, & long winged arrows of thought:       
Mutual in one anothers love and wrath all renewing
We live as One Man
     Now I a fourfold vision see
     And a fourfold vision is given to me
     Tis fourfold in my supreme delight
     And three fold in soft Beulahs night
     And twofold Always.  May God us keep
     From Single vision & Newtons sleep
 

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