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The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.
There is no deformity But saves us from a dream.
What made us dream that he could comb gray hair?
The living can assist the imagination of the dead.
Cast a cold eye on life, on death Horseman pass by
... What matter, so there is but fire In you, in me?
A drunkard is a dead man And all dead men are drunk.
I spit into the face of time that has transfigured me
Everything that man esteems Endures a moment or a day.
The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.
A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love.
And wisdom is a butterfly And not a gloomy bird of prey.
only an aching heart Conceives a changeless work of art.
If soul my look and body touch, Which is the more blest?
Nothing that we love overmuch Is ponderable to our touch.
What shall I do for pretty girls Now my old bawd is dead?
I knew a phoenix in my youth, so let them have their day.
If suffering brings wisdom, I would wish to be less wise.
Love is based on inequality as friendship is on equality.
Teaching is not filling up a pail, it is lighting a fire.
The Muse is mute when public men Applaud a modern throne.
I went out to the hazelwood because a fire was in my head.
By logic and reason we die hourly; by imagination we live.
A thought Of that late death took all my heart for speech.
I'm looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
Farewell - farewell, For I am weary of the weight of time.
Not a man alive has so much luck that he can play with it.
When two close kindred meet What better than call a dance?.
Ah, let us kiss each other's eyes,/And laugh our love away.
Too many things are occurring for even a big heart to hold.
And the merry love the fiddle, and the merry love to dance.
We can only begin to live when we conceive life as Tragedy.
What do we know but that we face one another in this place?
Life is a long preparation for something that never happens.
All the stream that's roaring by Came out of a needle's eye.
God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone.
Because I helped to wind the clock, I come to hear it strike.
We are closed in, and the key is turned / On our uncertainty.
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
to be choked with hate May well be of all evil chances chief.
There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met.
The soul of man is of the imperishable substance of the stars!
From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.
The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.
It's certain that fine women eat A crazy salad with their meat.
An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick
I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember
Whatever flames upon the night Man's own resinous heart has fed.
All dreams of the soul End in a beautiful man's or woman's body.
Everything that's lovely is But a brief, dreamy kind of delight.