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A joyous little creature, so beautiful, It was as if a gate of Heaven opened as she came in.
To save your world you asked this man to die; would this man, could he see you now, ask why?
Lovers have lived so long with giants and elves, they won't believe again in their own size.
Harrow the house of the dead; look shining at New styles of architecture, a change of heart.
My words are the garment of what I shall never be Like the tucked sleeve of a one-armed boy.
Each of us inevitable; Each of us limitless-each of us with his or her right upon the earth.
I act as the tongue of you, ... tied in your mouth . . . . in mine it begins to be loosened.
The proof of a poet is that his country absorbs him as affectionately as he has absorbed it.
Other lands have their vitality in a few, a class, but we have it in the bulk of our people.
Praised be the fathomless universe, for life and joy, and for objects and knowledge curious.
An individual is as superb as a nation when he has the qualities which make a superb nation.
What you keep by you, you may change and mend but words, once spoken, can never be recalled.
Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.
'Come hither, my boy, tell me what thou seest there?' 'A fool tangled in a religious snare.'
We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon.
Sends Nature forth the daughter of the skies... To dance on earth, and charm all human eyes.
Men deal with life as children with their play, Who first misuse, then cast their toys away.
The rich are too indolent, the poor too weak, to bear the insupportable fatigue of thinking.
The art of poetry is to touch the passions, and its duty to lead them on the side of virtue.
Distinction is an eminence that is attained but too frequently at the expense of a fireside.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
For naught so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give.
Love's stories written in love's richest books. To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more; Or close the wall with our English dead.
Crabbed age and youth cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasance, age is full of care.
No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.
Women are not In their best fortunes strong, but want will perjure the ne'er-touched vestal.
The heavens forbid But that our loves and comforts should increase Even as our days do grow!
God is our fortress, in whose conquering name Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks.
I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority: To do a great right, do a little wrong.
A hundred thousand welcomes: I could weep, And I could laugh; I am light and heavy: Welcome.
I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercise.
Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen.
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Do not give dalliance too much rein; the strongest oaths are straw to the fire in the blood.
I cannot, nor I will not hold me still; My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will.
Poor wretches that depend On greatness' favor, dream as I have done; Wake, and find nothing.
One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
O, teach me how you look, and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius' heart."-Helena
He knows what it's like to strut and fret his hour upon the stage and then be heard no more.
I pray thee cease thy counsel, Which falls into mine ears as profitless as water in a sieve.
The shadows of twilight grow, And the tiger’s ancient fierceness In my veins begins to flow.
Great men have been among us; hands that penn'd And tongues that utter'd wisdom--better none
Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away.
Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of history?
The moment that any life, however good, stifles you, you may be sure it isn't your real life.
All knots that lovers tie Are tied to sever. Here shall your sweetheart lie, Untrue for ever.
Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.