<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=38417" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Preface</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Stolen & Perverted Writings of Homer & Ovid; of Plato & Cicero. which all Men ought to contemn: are set up by artifice against the Sublime of the Bible. but when the New Age is at leisure to Pronounce; all will be set right: & those Grand Works of the more ancient & consciously & professedly Inspired Men, will hold their proper rank. & the Daughters of Memory shall become the Daughters of Inspiration. Shakespeare & Milton were both curbd by the general malady & infection from the silly Greek & Latin slaves of the Sword[.] Rouze up O Young Men of the New Age! set your foreheads against the ignorant Hirelings! For we have Hirelings in the Camp, the Court, & the University: who would if they could, for ever depress Mental & prolong Corporeal War. Painters! on you I call! Sculptors! Architects! Suffer not the fashonable Fools to depress your powers by the prices they pretend to give for contemptible works or the expensive advertizing boasts that they make of such works; believe Christ & his Apostles that there is a Class of Men whose whole delight is in Destroying. We do not want either Greek or Roman models if we are but just & true to our own imaginations, those Worlds of Eternity in which we shall live forever; in Jesus our Lord.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And did those feet in ancient time,<br> Walk upon Englands mountains green:<br> And was the holy Lamb of God,<br> On Englands pleasant pastures seen!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And did the Countenance Divine,<br> Shine forth upon our clouded hills?<br> And was Jerusalem builded here,<br> Among these dark Satanic Mills?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Bring me my Bow of burning gold;<br> Bring me my Arrows of desire:<br> Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!<br> Bring me my Chariot of fire!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I will not cease from Mental Fight,<br> Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand:<br> Till we have built Jerusalem,<br> In Englands green & pleasant Land</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Would to God that all the Lords people were Prophets</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Blake">William Blake</a> from <i>Milton</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=38417" data-title="Preface de William Blake" data-description="The Stolen & Perverted Writings of Homer & Ovid; of Plato & Cicero. which all Men ought to contemn: are set up by artifice against the Sublime of the Bible. but when the New Age is at leisure to Pronounce; all will be set right: & those Grand Work..."></div> </div> </div>

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