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Winter dawn is the color of metal, The trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves.
I bleed my bones, their marrow to bestowUpon that God who knows what I would know.
The living all assemble! What's the cue?-- Do what the clumsy partner wants to do!
Pain is hard to bear.... But with patience, day by day, Even this shall pass away.
To extract beauty from one's own milieu is one of the most difficult tasks of art.
But sad as angels for the good man's sin, Weep to record, and blush to give it in.
Nor grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the poor.
Chill penury repress'd their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul.
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.
For malice will with joy the lie receive, Report, and what it wishes true believe.
The only thing that a man may do that is new, is to write himself on human hearts.
Each man should frame life so that at some future hour fact and his dreaming meet.
There is in every village a torch - the teacher; and an extinguisher - the priest.
...mothers are often fondest of the child which has caused them the greatest pain.
Human society, the world, and the whole of mankind is to be found in the alphabet.
Because one doesn't like the way things are is no reason to be unjust towards God.
You must call up every strength you own And you can rip off the whole facial mask.
Laughter was the shape the darkness took around the first appearance of the light.
A poem need not have a meaning and like most things in nature often does not have.
Unscrew the locks from the doors ! Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs !
What is the world, O soldiers? It is I, I, this incessant snow, This northern sky.
I will not quarrel with a slight mistake, Such as our nature's frailty may excuse.
If I have got to be a soldier, I must be a good one, anything else is unthinkable.
I believe in Success, And in Comfort no less I believe all the rest is but patter.
The hours of folly are measured by the clock; but of wisdom, no clock can measure.
Mysteries are not to be solved. They eye goes blind when it only wants to see why.
He who loves his enemies betrays his friends; this surely is not what Jesus meant.
Forgive what you do not approve & love me for this energetic exertion of my talent
Energy is an eternal delight, and he who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.
I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.'
And God stands winding His lonely horn, And time and the world are ever in flight.
the set pieces of your faces stir me - leading citizens - but not in the same way.
Accomplishments have taken virtue's place, and wisdom falls before exterior grace.
I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?
His wit invites you by his looks to come, But when you knock, it never is at home.
How! leap into the pit our life to save? To save our life leap all into the grave.
Small are the seeds fate does unheeded sow Of slight beginnings to important ends.
London, thou art the flower of cities all! Gemme of all joy, jasper of jocunditie.
Here is the ghost Of a summer that lived for us, Ere is a promise Of summer to be.
Fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the bigger.
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.
Come, woo me, woo me, for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent.
A little fire is quickly trodden out, Which, being suffer'd, rivers cannot quench.
It is the witness still of excellency to put a strange face on his own perfection.
When rich villains have need of poor ones, poor ones may make what price they will
Thus have I, Wall, my part discharged so; And, being done, thus Wall away doth go.
To be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.
Let me tell you, Cassius, you yourself are much condemned to have an itching palm.
When we our betters see bearing our woes, We scarcely think our miseries our foes.