William Blake Wings Quotations

For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life And strength and breath And the want Of thought is death Then am I A happy fly If I live Or if I die

Knowledge is Life with wings

Death is terrible, tho' borne on angels' wings!

A skylark wounded in the wing, / A cherubim does cease to sing.

The pure soul shall mount on native wings, . . . and cut a path into the heaven of glory.

How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring?