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Here come the hum the golden bees Underneath full blossomed trees, At once with glowing fruit and flowers crowned.
There is surely room for yet another schoolmaster when a score of seers advertise themselves in Boston newspapers.
Who is it needs such flawless shafts as fate? What archer of his arrows is so choice, or hits the white so surely?
I have always been of the mind that in a democracy manners are the only effective weapons against the bowie-knife.
This garden is no metaphor - more a task that swallows you into itself, earth using, as always, everything it can.
Do as the beautiful woman: see to your figure and your petticoats. Though, of course, I am not speaking literally.
If a hermit lives in a state of ecstasy, his lack of comfort becomes the height of comfort. He must relinquish it.
We never know we are beings till we love. And then it is we know the powers and potentialities of human existence.
I sing the sweets I know, the charms I feel, my morning incense, and my evening meal, the sweets of hasty pudding.
To realize that you were mistaken, is just the acknowledgement , that you are wiser today than you were yesterday.
The less you can enjoy, the poorer, the scantier yourself - the more you can enjoy, the richer, the more vigorous.
The creditor whose appearance gladdens the heart of a debtor may hold his head in sunbeams and his foot on storms.
He, who cannot forgive a trespass of malice to his enemy, has never yet tasted the most sublime enjoyment of love.
And all the charms of face or voice Which I in others see, Are but the recollected choice Of what I feel for thee.
When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.
I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Severn - I - lift me up - I am dying - I shall die easy; don't be frightened - be firm, and thank God it has come.
The watchful mother tarries nigh Though sleep have closed her infant's eye, For should he wake, and find her gone.
Virtue could see to do what Virtue would by her own radiant light, though sun and moon where in the flat sea sunk.
Thick as autumnal leaves that strow the brooks In Vallombrosa, where th' Etrurian shades High over-arch'd imbower.
Each tree Laden with fairest fruit, that hung to th' eye Tempting, stirr'd in me sudden appetite To pluck and eat.
I ... believe that angels, or something like them, sometimes live among us, hidden within our fellow human beings.
I question not if thrushes sing, If roses load the air; Beyond my heart I need not reach When all is summer there.
From the wrestling of his own soul with the great enemy, comes that depth and mystery which startles us in Hamlet.
Out of Dostoevsky: Kafka. Out of Tolstoy: Margaret Mitchell. (in conversation, explaining his dislike for Tolstoy)
It is memory that provides the heart with impetus, fuels the brain, and propels the corn plant from seed to fruit.
Language to me is a tool a very clumsy tool. And words are garden tools with which to till the soil of one's life.
The difference between camels and men; a camel can work a week and not drink; a man can drink a week and not work.
Nothing is more witty and grotesque than ancient mythology and Christianity; that is because they are so mystical.
Wit is the appearance, the external flash of imagination. Thus its divinity, and the witty character of mysticism.
When you are unhappy, is there anything more maddening than to be told that you should be contented with your lot?
To understand the heart and mind of a person, look not at what he has already achieved, but at what he aspires to.
I wash my hands of those who imagine chattering to be knowledge, silence to be ignorance, and affection to be art.
The only reason for mastering technique is to make sure the body does not prevent the soul from expressing itself.
I have discovered in life that there are ways of getting almost anywhere you want to go, if you really want to go.
I look at my own body With eyes no longer blind- And I see that my own hands can make The world that's in my mind.
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
My seeking has been to explain and illuminate the Negro condition in America and obliquely that of all human kind.
We are living in a time of trouble and bewilderment, in a time when none of us can foresee or foretell the future.
I never cast a flower away, A gift of one who car'd for me; A flower--a faded flower, But it was done reluctantly.
The Initial Mystery that attends any journey is: how did the traveler reach his starting point in the first place?
As great edifices collapse of their own weight, so Heaven sets a similar limit to the growth of prosperous states.
Sweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another's struggles.
There's something final about saying you were married once. It's like saying you were dead once. It shuts them up.
No male writer is likely to be asked to sit on a panel addressing itself to the special problems of a male writer.
When and where will another come to take your holy place? Old man mumbling in his dotage, or crying child, unborn?
I don't believe there can be a poetic novel without political consciousness. I have a strong political conscience.
If you will tell me why the fen appears impassable, I then will tell you why I think that I can cross it if I try.
Into the paradise of euphony, the good poet must introduce hell. Broken paradises are the only kind worth reading.
You importune me, Tucca, to present you with my books. I shall not do so; for you want to sell, not to read, them.