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Tis the defect of age to rail at the pleasures of youth.
Happy! That is indefinable as far as states of being go.
The best scheme of Phonetics is a stiff uncertain thing.
Literature, like memory, selects only the vivid patches.
So the self under the eye lies, Attendant and withdrawn.
Ye are brothers! ye are men! And we conquer but to save.
Ye are brothers, ye are men, and we conquer but to save.
To Contemplation's sober eye. / Such is the race of Man.
She wore a wreath of roses, The night that first we met.
There is even a happiness - that makes the heart afraid.
To larger sight, the rim of shadow is the line of light.
I'd rather climb Everest than go for a walk in the park.
I'm not the sort of person who reads much about himself.
We teachers make the road, others will make the journey.
When dictatorship is a fact, revolution becomes a right.
Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart.
Tobacco is the plant that converts thoughts into dreams.
The beautiful has but one type, the ugly has a thousand.
Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men
He reached for his pocket, and found there, only reality
If you would civilize a man, begin with his grandmother.
God put in man thought; society, action; nature, revery.
Out Milky Way is the dwelling; the nebulae are the city.
Each person, makes their own terrible passion their God.
Consider what each soil will bear, and what each refuses
But meanwhile time flies; it flies never to be regained.
If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving be me.
The lights must never go out, The music must always play
To hunt for symbols in a fairy tale is absolutely fatal.
As a rule, it was the pleasure-haters who became unjust.
Out on the lawn I lie in bed, Vega conspicuous overhead.
With the farming of a verse Make a vineyard of the curse
Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!
A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing lacking.
I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world.
All I ask is to be held above the barren wastes of want.
Round the world and home again, that's the sailor's way!
Sin we have explain'd away; Unluckily, the sinners stay.
He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
If the lion was advised by the fox, he would be cunning.
I must create a system, or be enslav'd by another man's.
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?
Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson.
A stable, changeless state, 'twere cause indeed to weep.
through metaphor to reconcile the people and the stones.
Though peace be made, yet it's interest that keep peace.
Events of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.
Somewhere there must one Made for this soul, to move it.