William Blake

William Blake was an English poet, painter, and printmaker. Largely unrecognized during his lifetime, Blake is considered one of the most visionary English poets and one of the great fathers of English Romanticism.

Blake's prophetic poetry has been said to form "what is in proportion to its merits the least read body of poetry in the language". His visual artistry has led one modern critic to proclaim him "far and away the greatest artist Britain has ever produced."

Although he only once traveled any further than a day's walk outside London throughout his life, his creative vision engendered a diverse and symbolically rich corpus, which embraced 'imagination' as "the body of God", or "Human existence itself".

Once considered mad for his idiosyncratic views, Blake is highly regarded today for his expressiveness and creativity and the philosophical and mystical currents that underlie his work. His work has been characterized as part of the Romantic movement, or even "Pre-Romantic", for its largely having appeared in the 18th century.

Reverent of the Bible but hostile to the established Church, Blake was influenced by the ideals and ambitions of the French and American revolutions, as well as by such thinkers as Emanuel Swedenborg.

Despite these known influences, the originality and singularity of Blake's work make it difficult to categorize. One 19th-century scholar characterized Blake as a "glorious luminary", "a man not forestalled by predecessors, nor to be classed with contemporaries, nor to be replaced by known or readily surmisable successors."

In his Life of William Blake (1863), Alexander Gilchrist warned his readers that Blake “neither wrote nor drew for the many, hardly for work-day men at all, rather for children and angels; himself ‘a divine child,’ whose playthings were sun, moon, and stars, the heavens and the earth.”
masa pakai: 28 November 1757 12 Agustus 1827


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O Dagworth, France is sick! the very sky,
Tho’ sunshine light it, seems to me as pale
As the pale fainting man on his death-bed,
Whose face is shewn by light of sickly taper!
It makes me sad and sick at very heart,
Thousands must fall to-day!
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The lineaments of Gratified Desire.
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Pale is the morning cloud in his visage


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