William Blake (1757–1827) English Romantic poet and artist
On Art And Artists (1800) 'On the Foundation of the Royal Academy'
1800s
“When nations grow old, the Arts grow cold,
And Commerce settles on every tree.”
On Art And Artists (1800) 'On the Foundation of the Royal Academy'
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