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William Blake was born November 28, 1757 at 28 Broad Street, Golden Square, London, England. Blake's father was a London hosier who encouraged his artistic abilities.In his early years, Blake insists that he was a seer of visions claiming to have seen "Ezekiel sitting under a green bough," and "a tree full of angels at Peckham.&qout; He was originally educated at home by his mother, however in 1767 Blake began attending Henry Par's drawing school where he began engraving copies of drawings of Greek antiquities.At the age of 14, Blake became an apprentice to James Basire for seven years. While studying under Basire, he was sent to Gothic churches across London to help inspire his art.After he turned 21, Blake finished his apprenticeship and became a professional engraver.In 1779, Blake became a student at the Royal Academy. There, he rebelled against the so called "unfinished style" of fashionable painters, such as Rubens.By 1782 Blake met John Flaxman, who was becoming a patron. The same year, Blake met Catherine Bouche, a poor illiterate girl five years younger than he. Blake taught her to read, write, and even trained her as an engraver. During this time, George Cumberland, a founder of the National Gallery, became an admirer of Blake's work."Poetical Sketches", Blake's first collection of poems, was published in 1783. Then in 1788, at the age of 31, Blake began practicing "relief etching", also known as illuminated printing, which he later used to produce four books; Songs of Innocence and Experience, The Book of Thel, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, and Jerusalem.Blake's belief was that self-published books would liberate the artist and author from the tyranny of censorship by the Church and State.Around this time, Blake befriended painter John Henry Fuseli.Early in Blake's marriage, there were a few problems, as with every marriage. The largest problem of all, was that of the couple's failure to produce children. Blake suggested bringing in a concubine and changed his mind however, after Catherine showed distress at the idea.Later, Blake sold numerous works, particularly Bible illustrations, to Thomas Butts who saw Blake as a friend in need instead of an artist. Geoffrey Keynes, a biographer, later described Butts as 'a dumb admirer of genius, which he could see but not quite understand.'Around 1800, Blake moved to Sussex at Felpham (now known as West Sussex) to take a job illustrating the works of William Hayley, a mediocre poet. While in Sussex, Blake wrote Milton: a Poem which was later published between 1804 and 1808. The preface included the poem "And did those feet in ancient time", but was discarded in later editions. Ironically, this was one of Blake's best-known and well-understood poems as the words were later used in the hymn Jerusalem.In 1802, Blake returned to London and began to work on Jerusalem. He was introduced to a young artist named John Linnel, who in turn introduced him to Samuel Palmer, who belonged to a group called the "Shoreham Ancients." The group shared Blake's beliefs on modern trends. He also learned new advances in watercolor painting and found an audience willing to hear his ideas.Shortly thereafter, Blake began his illustrations for the Book of Job. John Ruskin likened the works to Rembrandt.William Blake died on August 12, 1827 and was originally buried in an unmarked grave at Bunhill Fields, London. Since then, a proper memorial was installed for he and his wife.Blake was a loving and caring soul who was misunderstood by the world, except by a select few. He lived a cheerful and content life of poverty filled with visions and dreams. Blake sums up his life best by his statement "The imagination is not a State: it is the Human existence itself." ____________________________________________________________ ____________________________ ____________________________________________________________ ____________________________

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Infant Sorrow

My mother groaned, my father wept;Into the dangerous world I leapt,Helpless, naked, piping loud,Like a fiend hid in a cloud.Struggling in my father's hands,Striving against my swaddling bands,Bound an...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 21:13:00 GMT

The Tiger

Tiger! Tiger! burning brightIn the forests of the night,What immortal hand or eyeCould frame thy fearful symmetry?In what distant deeps or skiesBurnt the fire of thine eyes?On what wings dare he aspir...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 21:11:00 GMT

The Sick Rose

O Rose, thou art sick!The invisible worm,That flies in the night,In the howling storm,Has found out thy bedOf crimson joy;And his dark secret loveDoes thy life destroy.Poem by William Blake
Posted by on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 21:10:00 GMT

Holy Thursday

'Twas on a holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean,The children walking two and two in red and blue and green:Grey-headed beadles walked before, with wands as white as snow,Till into the high dome o...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 21:09:00 GMT

The Chimney Sweeper

A little black thing among the snow,Crying "'weep! 'weep!" in notes of woe!"Where are thy father and mother, say?""They are both gone up to the church to pray."Because I was happy upon the heath,And s...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 21:06:00 GMT

The Lamb

Little lamb, who made thee?Dost thou know who made thee?Gave thee life, and bid thee feedBy the stream and o'er the mead;Gave thee clothing of delight,Softest clothing, woolly, bright;Gave thee such a...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 21:00:00 GMT

A Poison Tree

I was angry with my friend:I told my wrath, my wrath did end.I was angry with my foe:I told it not, my wrath did grow.And I watered it in fearsNight and morning with my tears,And I sunned it with smil...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 20:57:00 GMT

Loves Secret

Never seek to tell thy love,Love that never told can be;For the gentle wind doth moveSilently, invisibly.I told my love, I told my love,I told her all my heart,Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.Ah! sh...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 20:54:00 GMT

The Land of Dreams

Awake, awake my little Boy!Thou wast thy Mother's only joy:Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep?Awake! thy Father does thee keep."O, what land is the Land of Dreams?What are its mountains, and what ...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 20:52:00 GMT

The Garden of Love

I went to the Garden of Love,And saw what I never had seen:A Chapel was built in the midst,Where I used to play on the green.And the gates of this Chapel were shut,And "Thou shalt not" writ over the d...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 20:49:00 GMT